The Alphas & The Heiress

Need to know - Doja Cat

You’re exciting, boy, come find me

Your eyes told me, “Girl, come ride me”

Fuck that feeling both us fighting

Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

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Syble (Magnolia)

We load into several SUVs and take off for the city. Ash is driving our car with me, the twins, Kat, Incandis, and Runidar. The twins wanted the car for ourselves, but Kat insisted on riding with us. I’m sitting in between the twins in the back most seat. The slit in my skirt is exposing my entire left leg, and I have to keep my hands in my lap to avoid exposing my intimates.

Varian’s warm hand sits high on my exposed thigh, burning me, driving me mad with heat. Ro’s arm is around my shoulders, his free hand skimming up and down the fabric of the covered leg. Every time he skims back up he gets closer and closer to the slit in my dress and therefore my slit.

Varian pulls my left leg closer to him, opening my legs a little for Ro to explore. Ro’s fingers slip under the skirt and tease me between my thighs, but not yet reaching my sex.

Ro nibbles at my ear before whispering, “I’ve barely touched you and I can feel your wetness between your thighs. Are you hot for us, little spitfire?”

I turn my head to face him, my lips brushing against his. The air around us is humming, thick with need.

“Hey, you three, save that for the club.” Runidar interrupts us.

“Fuck off, Runidar.” Varian says coolly. Runidar gives us an amused grin and turns back around.

Varian’s fingers begin to explore again but I slam my legs shut and plant my hands firmly back in my lap blocking my sex and hopefully my arousal.

Fifteen minutes later we pull up to the front of a club called Caligo.

There’s a long line outside the club of people waiting to get in. Ro and Varian get out first and talk to the bouncer. They gesture haphazardly to the 3 SUVs, shake hands, and then motion for all of us to get out and follow them inside.

Varian opens the door for me as Ro holds out his hand to help me out of the back seat. The people in line begin murmuring furiously at the spectacle of the 20 or so of us entering the club dressed in black tie.

Inside the club it’s sleek and modern, at least what I can see of it. Most of it is shrouded in darkness, the only real light comes from the DJ booth and the bar. Thin, floating spotlights are the only other source of fleeting light for the crowded dance floor.

We are ushered up the stairs to a private VIP balcony suit, equally dark, with a private bar and bathroom. The suite takes up the length of one entire wall of the club, accommodating several different seating sections. Most everyone is congregated in one area as shots and champagne are brought around to us.

“This place is incredible!” I shout to Ro and Varian over the music.

“We’re glad you like it. Anything you want, it’s yours.” Varian says to me. The way he looks at me makes me think that the offer extends beyond just drinks.

Kat doesn’t allow me any time to question him on his meaning, she hands me two shots then grabs two more for herself. “Drink up!” She shouts and then quickly downs her two shots. I follow her lead, downing my two and then reach for two more. If I drink too slowly, my body heat will just burn off the alcohol. If I’m quick enough I’ll manage a pleasant buzz.

The twins growl at my continuous reach for more liquor, “you should slow down, love.” Varian warns me.

“Afraid I’ll out drink you? Alpha?” I taunt Varian.

Even in the dark I can tell that his eyes have turned pitch black. With speed that could rival my own, he pushes me down so I’m laying flat across the low coffee table. He squeezes a lime down the center of my breasts, along my exposed skin from my dress’ plunging neckline.

He takes a shot and then licks the lime juice from my stomach, up between my breasts, and then down my neck. His tongue leaves a trail of fire in its wake along my skin. The flames dance along my skin as he continues his lingual torture, taking care to meticulously lap up every last drop.

My heart is pounding so loudly in my chest that I can only faintly hear cheering and whistling from the other guests who are watching Varian set me ablaze with nothing but his tongue.

A minute later Ro takes over and begins to trail his own kisses along the line of fire, smothering the flames in the process. Once I’ve been extinguished he helps me up and repositions me so I’m sitting in his lap, tucked away in the shadows once more.

I’m waiting for some smart ass remark about losing control, or literally being hot for them, but Ro cups my face in his hand and says, “dance with us.”

It’s not a question, it’s an order. This dominant side of him never fails to send liquid heat straight to my core. Varian takes me by the hand, downs another shot and leads us out of the suite and down to the dance floor.

We push our way to the center of the dance floor. I don’t need blindsight to know where the twins are, I’m acutely aware of their proximity to me, like magnets that are perpetually drawn to one another.

When we reach the middle of the floor, I’m once again sandwiched between the twins. Varian behind me, Ro in front of me. I’m grinding into both of them, their hips moving in rhythm with mine to the music. Varian’s hands are wrapped around my waist while Ro’s hands are on my hips. Because of the slit in my dress, Ro’s right hand is gripping my bare flesh, fingering the thin strap of my panties at my hip.

Varian’s hands rub over my stomach, his hand slipping inside my dress via the plunging neckline. I shake my head against Varian’s chest and say into his ear, “are you crazy? We’re in the middle of a club!”

I feel him smirk against my neck, “why do you think it’s so dark? Anything goes here.”

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Varian

We can’t keep our hands off of her, it’s almost painful to try. After a full week of being tormented by her scent, by the smell of her arousal, how close we got at the lake before everything fell apart, we can no longer resist the bond — nor do we want to. She’s the one. She has been since I first laid eyes on her. She’s strong, intelligent, fucking fierce as hell, and drop dead gorgeous.

I slip her arms up and around my neck, running my teeth along her jaw up behind her ear. Ro slides his hand along her skin under her dress, cupping her ass, still grinding into her to the heavy beat of the music.

I wrap her hair around my wrist, grabbing it at the base, and gently tug her head to the side giving me better access to her neck. I nip at the soft spot where she’ll bear my mark and her breathing quickens. I latch on to her neck, licking and sucking that soft spot.

She moans loudly, the music muting her sounds to everyone but Ro and me.

Let’s go back upstairs. Ro links to me. He leads her through the crowd back up to our suite. When we get upstairs there are a few people still lounging. We walk past them to the far end of the suite completely encased in shadows.

Ro takes a seat on the couch and, to our surprise, Syble climbs on top of him, straddling him. She kisses along his jaw and neck as she starts unbuttoning his dress shirt before giving up and ripping it open, the buttons flying off in all directions. She kisses and licks down his chest, humming appreciatively. I lean over her as she descends, trailing kisses of my own down the center of her exposed back.

We should get her home, Varian, I don’t want to take her for the first time in the corner of the club. Ro is practically breathless through the mindlink.

Five more minutes, my wolf needs to know she’s forgiven me for what happened at the lake.

Ro slips the straps of her gown down her arms so that when she sits up the dress pools at her waist exposing her round breasts. She grabs my hand on her waist and pulls me around.

“Varian,” she breathes. She shifts momentarily so I can sit next to Ro, then she straddles our legs so her legs are between ours. The skirt of her dress is draped down the front of the couch behind her, exposing both of her legs and her black lace panties to us.

I grab the back of her neck and pull her down towards me so our foreheads are pressed together.

“Forgive me, love. About the lake, forgive me. I just wanted you so badly, all of you.”

She nods her head and bites onto my bottom lip, sucking on me slowly like she’s savoring the taste.

“I want you too.” Her voice is barely a whisper.

I groan against her mouth and finally slam my lips hard against hers. I lick at her lips and she opens for me immediately. My tongue finds hers, wet and silky, caressing one another with urgency. I want to be closer, I pour myself into our kiss, as if trying to climb inside her.

She moans loudly into my mouth. I break away kissing and sucking down her neck and shoulder. Ro is massaging her left breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb and index finger, flicking and tugging at it, pulling breathy moans from her.

I kiss across her chest, cupping her right breast in my hand and kiss circles around her sensitive nipple.

“Varian, please,” she begs me to stop teasing her and take her into my mouth.

Her breathing is rapid and shallow, her thighs are clenching around our legs tighter and tighter.

At last I swirl my tongue around her nipple, sucking on her, and she throws her head back moaning with abandon.

“Guys, fuck… you’re going to make me cum.”

Ro pulls her towards him, gripping the side of her neck, his thumb pushing her chin up to look at him.

“Say you’re ours,” he growls against her mouth.

Fuck. Me.

Her core is an inferno against our legs, her lace panties unable to contain her desire any longer allowing her juices to drip down her thighs. My cock is as hard as steel, testing the limits of the seams of my pants.

She nods her head frantically, “I’m y—“

She’s cut off by Runidar clearing his throat. “Excuse me Alphas, my lady.”

Ro releases a guttural roar, removes his shirt and drapes it over Syble’s back, covering her from view. Even though it’s nearly pitch black he won’t risk anyone seeing our mate half naked on the verge of release.

This better be fucking important, Runidar. I growl out through the mind link.

I shift Syble over so she’s sitting sideways on Ro’s lap and cover her legs with the skirt of her gown.

“What’s going on?” She asks as I stand up, blocking her from view.

“The trackers, they picked up a scent.”