My Secret, My Bully, My Mates. Series

Everyone disperses to their own activities since there are a few hours left in the evening. Dealing with Olympia and fighting with Brecc and Charlene didn't take nearly as long as one would think. The fight with the neverending zombie wolves took the most time. We were home by normal early dinner time, which I haven't been on time for since the beginning of my Elite training. Cam stands up and laces his big fingers with mine, helping me up. We walk silently to the Alpha's office.

"I agree with Dakota, we need to change this office space up a bit so the four of us can work here together." He closes the door and I look around at the space. The dark masculine walls used to make me feel intimidated. No one ever got called in here unless you did something really bad. Lucas really only used this space to place orders for the pack and go over financials.

He didn't like meeting with other Alphas in here, he said it was pretentious and he didn't need to participate in the d*ck measuring contests. He would walk them around the pack, more interested in showing off what the pack was actually doing than the monetary value of the stuff in his home.

Cam broke me out of my memories, guiding me around the desk to sit me in his lap in the large, formal chair. He pulls my back tight to his chest, presses his nose to the base of my neck and he takes a deep breath.

"This, my little mate, is how we have taken care of the pack for the last two generations. When you inevitably find something wrong with it, we will adapt and move on." He huffed a laugh into my hair. "Actually, Oliver is better with the numbers than I was. We should have him look over it. Do you want me to call...him?...Ah." I barely got my question out as he nibbled my neck and squeezed my boob. "No," His voice is low and growly. Not aggressive, but firm nonetheless. "I want you all to myself for just a little while. Dakota and Oliver are giving us our time."

"Huh?" I can't think with his lips on the back of my neck and shoulders like that. "But, I thought you all wanted to share." I managed to pant out a whole sentence. Every touch feels so good. The three of them are overwhelming in the best way. My brain literally short circuits. But Cam is dominant and demanding. His movements are controlled and borderline painful, without feeling unsafe.

"We love sharing you, Skylar. But we each want your undivided attention too." His hands are roaming everywhere. One is on my torso, the other, squeezing my thigh. "Don't worry. No one is keeping score, we will all get our time with you and you will get whatever you want from us. Just tell us who and what you want and it's yours."

"Okay." My head drops back to his shoulder as I drape my legs wide open over his as he kneads my clit. "I need your face between my legs."

His speed leaves me dizzy. I am laying on my back, all my clothes shredded on the floor. He has my feet propped up on the arms of the desk chair as he looks at me spread wide open for him.

"Is this what you wanted, Love? To be on display for me so your juices drip all over my desk and I will be able to smell your scent every time I sit down to work?"

"Yes." I had no idea this would be

just as big of a turn on for him as it is for me, but have no problem with him thinking of me like this when he works here. That was all the invitation he needed. He dove right in, claiming my p*ssy for his own. My back arched off the desk in response, but he has my hips pinned down with his massive forearms. "Oh, f*ck! Cam!" He is doing some kind of swirling thing with his tongue and my body must have been more wound up than I thought or my

mates can just get me from zero to sixty in a matter of moments.

"I think the other two are enjoying your show, Love. Should we give them some more?" He looks up from between my legs, but his lips brush against me as he talks.

"What? I don't under...Oh, yes!" He presses his stiff tongue inside me and I hear a groan, but it was inside my head, not from him.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Cam laughs. "This is going to be the

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best part about having you all alone. Seeing who can maintain their composure while you are attacking our minds with your overwhelming lust. You are a naughty girl in that head of yours." He slides two fingers inside me, watching as my body reacts and I hear the moans in my head again and I know it's Oliver and Dakota. He's messing with them as much as he's messing with me. "Should I go faster, Love? I can feel how much you are squeezing my fingers, so close now."

"Please, yes. Faster, harder. I need more of... more...yes, like that. Oh, Cameron, don't stop. Yes. Yes. Oh f*ck, YES!!" His scissoring fingers, thrusting in and out of me at a punishing pace, would have probably left marks before we

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both of my hands, riding out the high of coming all over his fingers and his mouth and I know we are nowhere near done yet. "Are you going to f*ck me like this too? I think I would like it." I can feel how lazy my speech is, but I can't help asking. He said I could have anything I wanted when it came to s*x. "Throw my legs over your shoulders and just pound into me."