Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 97: Take a look.

Chapter 97: Take a look.

Tristan cleared his throat, straightening an invisible crease on his his shirt, while Troy ran his fingers through his hair, both of them feeling quite uncomfortable as the haze cleared from their minds.

Theo mind linked them, informing them that they were good to come in as he got to his feet, towering over Bethany.

"How do you feel?" Theo asked, placing his hand softly on her hair, smoothening it out, now becoming aware of the tension that was fading slowly from the room, a mischievous smirk breaking across his lips as his mind flooded with ideas.

"Feel?" Bethany asked, a bit confused, shifting in her seat. That was a very vague question considering the number of things she was feeling at once.

"Yeah, considering everything that happened today." He explained, half sitting on the edge of the desk.

"Oh..umm" She couldn’t help but stutter as she sorted through the numerous thoughts that were jumbled in her mind, searching for the perfect reply to his question.

"I’m okay." She said, letting a small smile lay on her lips as she pushed her perverted thoughts to the back of her mind.

"You sure?" He asked peering at her as Tristan and Theo rounded her seat, Tristan’s calloused palm resting on her shoulder.

"Yes, I am." She responded, trying to hide the fact her breathing was becoming laboured due to the spike in her heart rate which was caused by their proximity.

"Well, that’s good because we-" He drawled as Troy pulled her seat backwards slowly making way for Theo to stand before her, causing her eyes to widen in alarm, her heart skipping up to lodge in her throat.

"-Were thinking of making you feel other things , and we wouldn’t want any sour feelings in the way." He said, his smirk becoming more smug as he leaned down, his facial features dangerously close to hers.

She swallowed her heart back down, her eyes glancing to his now healed lips. Her lips parted as she struggled to say something but a soft moan was released instead when she felt a pair of warm lips latch unto the crook of her neck, sucking on it softly. The damp tongue flipped against the very sensitive area, as a calloused palm slid into her dress, fisting her left boob softly, her nipple trapped between the fingers, tightening painfully.

Bethany moaned breathlessly as Theo kissed the side of her face, very close to her ears, making his way down to her lips. He didn’t need to make a move to capture her lips, because she turned sideways swiftly, capturing his with hers, kissing him ferociously, in desperate need to vent the toppling tension mixed with heat and need that coursed through her.

With a small smile on his lips, Theo returned her kiss with the exact same energy, egging her on but only for a moment as he pulled away, the mischievous streaks in his eyes increasing as he watched the expression on her face morph from surprise to frustration without skipping a beat.

"Needy much?" He teased in a low tone, the amusement in his eyes unmistakable.

Just as she was about to throw on a scowl, Tristan pulled back her head roughly, immediately claiming her lips with his, shutting off whatever useless protest she had plans of spitting.

She moaned into his kiss as he bit down her lower lip, his fingers threaded and tangled themselves in her silky thick hair, massaging her scalp in turn.

Theo and Troy took the opportunity to carry on with their ’unplanned’ plans. Troy slipped his finger through the hand of her dress, pulling her arm out of it before going to the other side to do the same.

When he finally pulled them out, Theodore did the honors of pulling the dress down her torso, exposing her firm breasts and puckered nipples to the cold air of the basement.

Theo and Troy stared at her body like a masterpiece they were going to take their sweet time dissecting, as they watched her nipples tighten even more. Troy leaned forward and blew warm air on her left nipple and subconsciously she moaned into she and Tristan’s kiss, arching her chest so she was closer to the source of warmth.

Theo and Troy smirked at her reactions, deciding it was time for the bigger plan.

They left her and turned to the desk, carefully but quickly clearing it clean, not wanting to keep her waiting too long as the scent of her arousal was becoming thicker and thicker by the second, and no woman likes to be kept waiting.

When they were done, They used a paper towel to wipe away the specks of dust that sat on the desk, disposing the paper towels and mind linked Tristan that they were ready for her.

Upon getting the signal, Tristan pulled away from their prolonged kiss, pride swelling in his chest as his eyes skimmed across her swollen lips and hungry confused eyes.

Troy scooped her into his arms in bridal style, literally hearing her heart pounding in her chest as he dropped her on the metal table directly under the chandelier.

They stood on different sides of the table, inspecting her like she wasn’t just a masterpiece, but a meal that despite how hungry they were, they were determined to eat it slowly, taking it apart piece by piece.

Bethany sat still on the desk, it’s coldness seeping into her thighs, and palms that held the weight of her arched torso. She swallowed the lump that was repeatedly forming in her throat as she looked directly at Tristan, whose already darkened hazel emerald green eyes bored into her really light brown ones, causing her to feel like he was staring into her soul, searching through her deepest darkest desires she wasn’t even sure she had.

The weight of their gazes burrowing through her skin and soul made her body buzz heavily with need and lust. They weren’t stalling; they were inspecting, visualizing. It was something wolves did when they finally catch that prey they’ve been waiting forever to get.

And visualizing always made their prey taste sweeter than ever.

"Do you know how breathtaking you look right now?" Tristan asked, coming close to her until her legs brushed his steely thighs, the gravity of his gaze becoming more evident now, causing her to shiver subconsciously.

She let her eyes dance across his face, letting her gaze linger on his lips for a bit before looking into his eyes, but shut hers when he let the tip of his fingers stroke her skin, sending bolts of electricity through her.

She shivered again, more obviously and stronger this time as his fingers found their way to her chest, his face inching closer to hers.

"I really don’t think I can wait till tomorrow." He whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear. He listened to her heave against him, finding solace in her laboured breathing, deeply proud of the effects they had on her despite her feisty personality that brought them to their knees time and time again.

She might have had power over them before, but right now she was on their chess board, willing and ready to be used, and they weren’t planning on disappointing her.

In his periphery, he could see his brothers cocks straining against their pants, willing to be let out on rampage. The looks on their faces showed him just how much restraint they were putting on themselves.

He knew they were huge fans of exhibitionism, both watching and being watched, and with the looks on their faces, he was doing a very perfect job.

"My brother’s are enjoying the show, Princess." He whispered in against her chest, audible enough for her to hear. "Should we give them more?" He asked, looking into her half-mast eyes now.

She looked absolutely stunning. Half-mast glistening eyes, tomato-red cheeks, flushed skin, swollen puckered lips, tightened erect red nipples; everything about her screamed her need to be fucked right there mercilessly.

He had to give it to Selena, she had really outdone herself creating and placing such a detectible creature between him and his brothers.

Bethany’s lips parted to give him a response, but she couldn’t produce any words so she nodded instead.

Tristan smiled at her response. "You want them to see me ravish you, don’t you?" He asked again, and she nodded again in response, her skin flushing to a deeper shade of red as he licked on her sternum, letting his front teeth graze the skin against it lightly, careful not to draw blood, but more than willing to send sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

Bethany clenched her fist hard, letting her nails dig into her palm as she could feel her clitoris throb in between her legs, her pussy clenching and unclenching as she tried to be patient.

"I can smell the thick scent of your arousal, Baby. I want to take a look." He whispered again, causing her half-mast eyes to widen. She wasn’t scared; quite the opposite actually, but he couldn’t help but become incredibly shy at his very crude statement.

He placed his palm on the upper part of her chest, in-between her collar bones, just below her neck and pushed her down slowly, she resisted at first, scared she was going to fall over, but when she saw Theo and Troy come closer from her periphery, she followed Tristan’s lead until her bare back was against the incredibly cold metal table, eliciting a soft gasp from her as she flinched.