Submissive Alpha

SETTE

Holly's POV

Logan’s POV

After Harley stormed out of the kitchen to god knows where, I look at Taylor and he still has this goofy smile on his face, and he looks content. He looks so pretty when he is not fighting me constantly, I do not know why he continuously insists on fighting me, I should probably ask him instead of jumping to conclusions.

I also need to tell Taylor that we need to make it up to Harley, I know that the little stunt that Taylor and I pulled hurt her feelings. But I do not know her well enough to know what would soften her up and make her less angry at us. Hell, even Taylor does not know her well enough and she is part of his pack, through a couple of technicalities from what Harley said in her introduction but all the same, nonetheless.

Taylor is just standing there; his goofy face is no longer there, and he now looks like a deer in headlights. This should be a fun conversation to have, well at least it will allow us to bond over the hormonal mess that is our mate. “So, what exactly is your problem with submitting to me?” I hear myself asking, well that is not where I wanted to start but we can move on that path.

Taylor looks appalled, he actually looks like he is going to throw up at any point now. I sincerely hope he does not, because I am not in the mood to be vacuuming the carpet. “Are you okay?” I ask him while stepping closer to him to make sure that he is okay, he sneers in my direction. That has me stepping back and raising my hands up almost as if I am surrendering.

“Peachy.” Is the only word that comes out of Taylor’s mouth, well then I am guessing we are going to be doing this the hard way. I am quite fond of the hard way, it includes me holding him down, teasing him senselessly and getting all the answers I want from him. I can feel my eyes tingling again and an immense hunger overtakes me, I want my mates and I want them now!

I start stalking Taylor, he keeps backing up and taking huge steps away from me but that does not stop me for continuing. He finally backs up into a wall, he looks at me with doe eyes that have me wanting him on his knees as he worships my c**k. “Oh, Logan, would you look at the time, I need to go, uhm- do something, somewhere else.” Taylor rushes out and looks at his wrist which is bare. My chest vibrates as I growl at him, I push him up against the wall and hold his hands above his head.

“Where you headed to mate?” I ask in a sweet voice that has a tinge of that demonic tone, that means one thing, Dimitri is very close to the surface. “I just want to have a little taste,” I growl out as I lick a straight line from his clavicle to his jaw, “and my, oh my, you do taste heavenly.”

Taylor starts squirming against me, inadvertently rubbing our c***s together, this causes a mixture between a growl and a groan to slip through my lips while Taylor moans. If he continues this way, I am going to take him right against the wall, consequences be damned. He starts grinding against me, he moans, pants and whimpers as he uses my body to get himself off.

I decide to help him out a bit, I mean what type of mate would I be if I did not help him reach his peak, he looks very close to reaching it. I spread his legs and push my thigh against his c**k, increasing the pressure and friction he was getting from before. This sets him off, he starts reciting my name as if it is prayer.

I wish he could see himself in this state, he looks breath-taking, his cheeks are a rosy pink, his pink lips are slightly parted and his blue eyes rolled into the back of his head, he looks absolutely erotic.

Erotic and all mine.

A few seconds later, he stiffens against me and lets out what can only be a cross between a groan and a whimper. I feel wetness against my leg as Taylor slumps against me. I let go of his hands and pick him up, his sexy ass decided to pass out on me, had I not seen the intensity of his o****m I would have been worried.

I walk out of the kitchen and head towards our bedroom, our bedroom, I never thought I would hear myself say that. I push open the door with my foot, considering that my hands are fully occupied. The room is cherry wood furniture complimented by burgundy accents, there is also an in-suite bathroom. The entire bedroom is open plan, so I will be able to see my mates when they take a shower.

I put Taylor on the bed and take of his shoes and ruined paints. I walk to the bathroom and get wipes so I can wipe him down, once that is done I pull the covers over and lay a small kiss on his forehead. Now that he is okay and sated, time to find Harley and make it up to her.

I do not know where to start looking for her but thank all that is holy for enhanced smelling abilities, I follow my nose until I find her siting in my office. The office has a floor-length window that gives me a spectacular view of the pack grounds, and that is where I find Harley standing, looking to be in a daze.

I quickly cover ground and wrap my arms around her waist, my mate is so tiny it is almost comical watching us next to each other. Resting my chin on her head, I take a deep breathe in of a scent I can only describe as Harley, before gazing at the view before me. “I’m sorry, we both are sorry.” I say to Harley using my sincerest voice. She does not answer me, instead she huffs and continues ignoring my existence.

Well, there is one way to ensure that she starts speaking to me again and I must say I will enjoy every moment of it. “Come on love, speak to me,” I plead with her while sliding my hands down her waist and towards her v****a. I start rubbing against her v****a with just enough pressure to have her wanting more. “Oh god!” is the first thing that comes out of Harley’s mouth. I cannot help it but to tease her.

“Not god, Reaper.” Is my snarky response as I continue my administrations, I tilt her head to the side and start sucking and nibbling on her neck. “You know, if someone looks hard enough, they will see how absolutely breath-captivating you look.” Harley does not react the way I thought she would, she instead moans and starts grinding against my hand. My oh my, would you look at that, I have an exhibitionist for a mate.

I lift Harley and move towards the table that dominates my office; she lets out a squeal when I drop her onto the table. I kiss her senselessly, drinking her down and familiarising myself with her unique taste. My hands continue wondering around her body, I grab her breast and start massaging them, they are so small and fit into my hand nicely. I move away from her lips and nibble on her jaw and neck, she pants and whimpers into my ear, her fingers have a painful grip on my hair but that just makes it all the more enticing.

I drop to my knees, Harley looks at me with so much passion and fire in her eyes, it has me wanting to completely devour her. I rip off her pants, my passion and hunger getting the best of me, also Dimitri is pushing to the surface as I feel my senses heighten.

I look Harley in the eyes, I know my eyes are glowing again because I can feel them tingling, weird how that started when I met my mates. “Ready to get devoured?” is my simple question, I do not allow Harley enough time to respond before I start licking at her peach, I start with slow and deliberate licks a few seconds later I am going at her like a man starved and her nectar is the only thing that can satisfy my hunger.

I do not know when she got her legs on my shoulders, but that is where they are as she lays panting on the table. I continue my torture on her and a few minutes later her legs start shaking and she tightens her legs around my shoulders and orgasms with a reverberating scream.

Two minutes later and Harley still has not stopped twitching and shaking, still coming down from her o****m. I pick her up and walk her to our room, I lay her next to Taylor, remove her ruined pants and wipe her down so that she does not feel icky when she wakes up.

After making sure they are both okay, I walk out of the room to clean up our messes.

I will have to tell them about meeting the pack when they wake up.