Chapter 44

Isabella

He began listing various activities—some I recognized from my research, others completely unfamiliar. Each required my classification, from simple acts like hand jobs and vibrator use, to more complex scenarios involving bondage, spanking games, and intimate displays in public settings.

"Oral sex—receiving?" Richard asked, his voice professional yet somehow seductive.

"Interested," I answered, my wolf almost purring with satisfaction at the thought of their mouths on me, remembering the moonlight ice cream incident at the restaurant. "Zero experience."

"Oral sex—giving?" he continued.

"Interested," I confirmed, feeling my face grow hotter. "No experience."

"Swallowing?" his amber eyes flickered with interest.

I bit my lip, considering. "Willing to try."

Richard remained composed, though I noticed the muscles in his jaw twitching as he made notes. "Anal sex?"

The bluntness of the question took my breath away, but I forced myself to answer honestly. "Interested, but no experience."

"Anal plugs?"

"Depends on the size," I hesitated. "Small ones, interested. Larger ones, I would need to try first."

"Would you be interested in wearing a plug in public? Under our supervision, of course."

The idea sent a forbidden thrill of excitement through me. "Yes," I admitted, surprised by my own response.

"Double penetration?" Richard continued, his voice dropping a notch, becoming more intimate.

"Which combinations?" I asked, trying to sound as factual as possible despite my body burning with embarrassment and desire.

"Oral and vaginal. Oral and anal. Vaginal and anal," he specified, carefully watching my reactions.

I struggled to swallow, the images in my mind making my core throb with want. "Interested in all combinations," I managed to say, my voice slightly strained.

Imagining all three of them simultaneously—possessing me, filling me, taking me—the intensity was almost unthinkable. *What would Julian say if he knew I was discussing this so casually?* The absurdity of the situation suddenly hit me, and I couldn't help laughing softly.

Michael's head tilted curiously to one side. "Something funny?"

"Sorry," I said, trying to compose myself. "I was just thinking what my friend Julian would say if he knew what I was discussing right now. Please continue, Richard."

Richard's lips curved into a small smile before returning to the contract. "Bondage—wrists?"

"Interested," I confirmed, my heart rate increasing as we delved deeper into the contract details.

"Both hands bound? Imagine being tied up, unable to touch us while we give you pleasure... or use you?"

"Interested," I confirmed, my voice more breathless than I wanted it to be. "Very interested in being completely at your mercy."

As we discussed more and more items, I became increasingly aware of my body's response—the wetness gathering between my thighs, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my dress, my quickening breath. My wolf seemed to grow more active with each item we discussed, as if finally awakening to her true nature.

Kevin remained almost silent, but I could feel his intense gaze burning into me, tracking every microexpression, every subtle change in scent as I discussed increasingly intimate acts. Despite his bruised knuckles and brooding demeanor, his interest was tangible, almost a physical presence in the room.

Whenever I glanced in his direction, I found him staring at my throat—the exact spot where a mate mark would be—his nostrils flaring as he inhaled my desire-filled scent.

"Kevin," I found myself saying, surprising even myself, "you haven't said much. Do you have any... preferences? Things you particularly want to do to me?"

The room fell silent, the atmosphere suddenly charged. Kevin's deep eyes locked onto mine, the intensity of his stare making me feel like prey being sized up by a predator.

"Everything," he growled softly, the word rumbling from deep in his chest, vibrating through the air between us. "I want to do everything to you. Fuck you until you only remember my name." His rough fingers gripped the edge of the table, the wood creaking in protest. "Tie you up. Make you scream. Make you come until you pass out."

The crudeness, the naked honesty in his words—the most I'd heard him speak—left me breathless, my inner wolf whimpering with submissive longing.

Richard cleared his throat, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "I think we can safely mark Kevin down as 'interested' in most activities," he drawled, though I noticed his own pupils had dilated at his friend's unexpected outburst.

Each question, each answer, each heated glance exchanged across the table brought us closer to what awaited us in reality—a connection that would intertwine four souls, four bodies, in ways I had never experienced before.

I imagined being passed between them, used and cherished, disciplined and rewarded, filled and marked and claimed, over and over until their mixed scents permeated every inch of my skin, every breath I took. The thought was both terrifying and thrilling, feeling right in a way I couldn't fully articulate.

I realized I was really going to do this, a mixture of fear and melting anticipation coursed through my veins, pooling as liquid heat in my core. I was going to bind myself to three Alpha werewolves, let them claim me as their mate. I would be fucked and filled by three dominant males who craved possessing me.

My inner wolf approved, clawing at my consciousness, eager to submit to these powerful Alphas. She had sensed what I was only beginning to understand—this was what I had been searching for all along, even before I knew what I was.

This primal bonding, this surrender to my deepest nature, was the beginning of me as a werewolf, as a woman, as a Golden Omega destined to be shared among the most powerful males of our kind.

I crossed my legs, trying to ease the throbbing ache between them, my underwear now completely soaked, my arousal so thick I was certain they could all smell it filling the room. The thought should have embarrassed me, but instead, it only made me hotter, wetter, more desperate for them to stop talking and start touching.

"Finally," Richard said after we had completed the discussion of the contract.

Like a predator spotting prey, Richard rose from his seat and came toward me. He circled around the table to stand behind me, his presence both exciting and intimidating.

Michael and Kevin seemed content just to watch, to see how things would unfold. He placed his hands on the table on either side of me, caging me in from behind. I could feel his breath ghosting along my neck as he leaned in close and whispered in my ear.

"Choose your safe word, and then I want to see you submit."

"N...now?" I stammered, Richard's body so close that his scent overwhelmed all my senses, making it impossible to form a coherent thought.

"Yes, now," Richard confirmed, his hand sliding off the table to rest on my shoulder, his thumb drawing small circles on the nape of my neck. "Then we sign the contract. Afterward, we'll take you to the Moonlight Hall."

I swallowed hard, trying to calm my frantically beating heart. A safe word. Something I could remember even when lost in pleasure, something important but unlikely to naturally occur during sex.