Chapter 50 A DISTRACTION
ALISANDER'S POV
It's almost like I'm letting the resentment go.
I will still kill that bitch of course.
But for now, I'll take it slow I guess.
Well after I'm done pleasuring the bitch of us, I'll take it slow.
Sebastian’s voice is small inside our head sounding unsure.
“Alisander, what if he regrets it? What if he sees us as… as a needy or desperate wolf throwing himself at him? What if he decides we’re pathetic and not worth it?”
I laugh out a loud snort using his vocal cords.
“Oh shut up, he wouldn't dare.”
Sebastian paused for a minute then continued.
“You know you've changed Alisander. Before you were pining at Alpha Ragnar and always wanting to be near him but now you act like you don't care, what happened to you after that day we saw lightning in Alpha Ragnar's office?”
I roll onto my back quickly and spread my legs fat apart seeing my already half erect cock.
“Don't try to distract me by doing that.. nghh…”
“You used to only care about Ragnar… annghh… all… all the time.”
“But now… oh fuck… now you're acting nonchalant since… oh goddess fuck!”
One of my hand trails down our chest, stopping to circle around a nipple until it pebbles.
The other drifts lower and wraps around my shaft before giving it a slow stroke.
Sebastian’s mind jolts. “Alisander no! No more we just–”
“We can,” I order him. “And we will.”
I cannot tell him the truth of who exactly I am, he'll feel guilty and self conscious that an Alpha, well a former Alpha is living inside him and sharing his mind, body and thoughts.
And most of all, I don't want to be pitied.
So I stroke once more and this time, firmer.
His body responds instantly to it and I, or rather he lifts his hips with his breath hitching.
From behind, I can feel his hole clenching on nothing as a fresh round of slick starts leaking and pooling beneath us on the sheets.
“Do you feel that Sebastian?” I whisper inside our shared mind. “That's what I and Ragnar can do to you. That’s what I do to you.”
Sebastian’s protest dissolves into a soft, broken moan as he loses himself in the pleasure.
That's better for me instead of him asking difficult questions I can't answer.
And another damned side effect of sharing a mind and thoughts?
I cannot lie to Sebastian.
I mean I can try, but he'll know immediately that I'm lying to him.
So I speed up to distract him.
If I play my cards right, he'll be passed out for the rest of the day and he'll forget about it all tomorrow.
And who am I kidding?
It's a plus for me that I enjoy this act too.
I tilt and twist my wrist when stroking myself upwards with my thumb secured over the slit.
I feel the sharp intense pleasure from the buildup of our last orgasm but I continue.
I won't stop.
My mind is like mush and I'm brainless to everything in my surroundings and I'm just blindly chasing pleasure at this point.
I want to feel this.
I want him to feel this with me.
Together.
I want him to understand that this pleasure is not a sin but it's rather a necessity that every Alpha has to provide for his Omega
And since Ragnar's not here, I'll kindly replace him for now.
But I still want to hear him call out Ragnar’s name.
It sounded sexy yesterday when he was all but chanting him over and over.
stroke. Thumb over the slit. The pleasure is sharp, almost painful after the last orgasm, but I don’t stop. I want him to feel it—want him to understand that this body, this need, this want is ours now. Not just his. Not just mine. Ours.
“Say his name,” I order Sebastian as I penetrate our back entrance with my fingers.
I want to remind him that this pleasure is not only his, it's now ours.
“Ragnar…” It slips out on a gasp and almost like a sigh.
“Louder.”
“Ragnar!”
He chokes and screams out this time as I mercilessly hit and press at his spot over and over again.
The second orgasm builds fast and almost punishing but I don't slow down.
The pleasure is brutal as he's begging me for reprieve but I don’t let up.
I continue stroking him through it, even going faster and milking every drop from him until we’re shaking and well spent.
Our bruised member is painting our stomach white again with weak pulses as the orgasm starts to slow down.
Sebastian’s mind goes out in quiet bliss.
I check and see that he's in a sort of a high induced haze that makes him feel like he's floating.
I bring my hands to coat it with white and lick our lips, tasting a hint of sweet and salty.
Guess it must be a side effect of the heat.
“Sleep Sebastian,” I murmured to the boy passed out inside our head. “When he comes back, we’ll be ready for whatever happens.”
Then I let my body go limp on the ruined sheets because I am also exhausted and wasted with all that Ragnar did to me yesterday.
That man played with my body like a fiddle for hours.
My eyes close as I take in Ragnar's scent one last time before I succumb to the darkness.
Hours have passed since then but I lose track of time in my slumber.
I'm mildly disturbed by someone opening the door but I ignore them and hope they get the memo.
With the fact that the door is still open and not shut, clearly, they don't get it.
I raise my head still feeling sleepy as I look up in disgust at the intruder.
My eyes come face to face with a wolf, well a very tall man looking at me in distaste.
“Who are you–”
“So you're the wolf responsible for distracting the Alpha of this pack and causing unrest everywhere?” He interrupts.
Who the hell does this wolf think he is?