Chapter 49 ALISANDER'S CURIOSITY
ALISANDER’S POV
Sebastian is passed out cold in the tub with his head limping to the side.
He is panting and his tongue is out of his slack mouth. with his body still tensing from the aftershocks.
He looks pathetic.
I feel a sick thrill rush through me seeing him like this.
And it's another fuck you to the moon goddess anyway.
So what if I'm stripped off of my Alpha bloodline?
And what if I died a virgin in my past life?
I'm still fucking an Omega regardless!
Ha! Take that you ugly bitch!
I take full control of the body, our body, while Sebastian is left floating somewhere in the deep, dark corners of our mind.
His heartbeat is racing in my ears too damn fast and disturbing so I slow it down.
I take deep breaths and relax under the hot shower running all over my body.
I wouldn't want him to get cold.
I leave the three fingers still buried inside us, I kind of like the way it feels.
I go deeper to curl and stretch the tight ring of muscles causing me to squirm and moan.
I flex the fingers still inside me lazily and feel the residual shock shoot straight to my cock.
Huh.
So I do it again.
Again.
And again until I'm shooting straight like a pole.
Forget researching and defying the moon goddess in my past life, I should have been doing this all along!
I'm moaning and groaning as I start riding my fingers out in pleasure.
Sebastian didn't let me enjoy this when he was with Ragnar so I'll do it for myself.
I feel Sebastian’s consciousness stir as he's waking up but still woozy from his release.
“Too much Alisander… it's too much… stop…”
“Quiet,” I rumbled back. “Remember, earlier on you begged for this!”
He makes a very soft whine of embarrassment as I remind him of what he begged Ragnar for earlier on.
I ignore him and slowly take out the fingers, enjoying and savoring the way my hole clenches and tries to keep them inside.
Shiny slick coats my knuckles, still thick and slightly sweet with traces of our last night's heat.
I can still smell Ragnar’s scent clinging to me and now layered with our scent.
We smelled completely claimed.
Claimed by the Alpha.
Who knew it'll feel so damn delicious.
I bring the fingers to our mouth and lick them clean starting from bottom to top.
Sebastian whines out another embarrassment so I make sure to take my time to savor it slowly just because.
The taste explodes across our tongue of sweet and salty at the same time.
My cock, well our cock, gives a small but interesting twitch despite the brutal orgasm I just ripped out of our body.
I wish I could lick him down there myself.
Sebastian’s mind recoils in mortification when he realizes with horror what I just thought about.
“Alisander, no you would tr–”
“You liked tasting yourself on him last night,” I reminded him once again. “You begged him to lick and drink you down like water. Don’t try to pretend you’re above it now.”
He goes quiet immediately.
I feel shame washing through the shared link from him in hot waves.
I smirk inside our skull.
Another discovery I've had today other than my love for butt stuff is that I now have another kink.
Seeing Sebastian turn red.
Either in shame or pleasure, honestly I'm not picky.
The water is starting to cool around us or it's just that Sebastian is now red and hot in shame.
So I reach up with the free hand I'm not using and turn the tap off.
Everywhere goes quiet without the sound of the water but it's now replaced with little drips from the showerhead and my slowing breath.
I see why Ragnar likes to tease and edge Sebastian, hell I like to do the same and we share the same body!
I haul myself with shaky legs out of the tub and wobble to the mirror.
There's a line of water trailing from my clavicle down my body. I follow it, passing my abused nipples, the bruises and bite marks past my chest to my still standing member.
Ragnar bit the hell out of Sebastian for him to still be having marks a day later.
I mean he has superior healing but the marks are still not going.
The mirror is fogged up from my shower but I don’t need to see it.
I can feel every mark Ragnar left like memories on Sebastian.
I grab a fresh towel this time, not the one Sebastian defiled and dry myself roughly.
Sebastian whimpers faintly when the thick towel rasps over his abused nipples and causes friction on the sensitive head of our cock.
“Oh hush you big crybaby,” I murmur. “You’ll live.”
I pad naked and confident back into the bedroom.
Ragnar’s scent is still here and even stronger. It's like he is embedded in the sheets, pillows and the very air in the room.
The bed is still a hot mess with twisted black silk and damp patches everywhere.
I smell the evidence and remnants of yesterday taking it all in.
Sebastian’s mind flickers awake again like he's in a drug induced sleep.
“He’s going to smell it Alisander… he’s going to know what we did…”
“Good,” I growl in satisfaction. “Let him know. Hell let the whole pack know. We are fated mates and nothing will change it.”
I crawl onto his bed still naked and bury my face deeply in Ragnar’s pillow.
I inhale deep as I feel the scent wash through me and calm me, soothing a rage in my chest.
That's… odd.
The smell of another Alpha should irritate and disgust me but the result is otherwise.
I even enjoyed what Ragnar was doing to us yesterday.
And for a moment there, I wasn't filled with nameless rage at the moon goddess.
I wasn't even mad that the ruling and dominant part of me was stripped down and rendered to become the wolf counterpart of an Omega.