The Alpha Men's Secret Club 5: Final Capture: A Shockingly Hot BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance (6 page)

14

Alyssa was stunned.

Kate repeated, “Would you like to join us?”

“I heard you,” Alyssa said. Her heart was beating very rapidly all of a sudden.

Join them?

More than anything!

But there was protocol to be followed. She was being watched.

But this is an experiment. It is my job to oversee a bunch of scientists to run experiments on this couple.

Joining a shifter and his human girlfriend in a three-way was also an experiment.

She wondered what the Director would say.
I put you in charge, Foley. Just make sure none of them are permanently damaged
.

But it was not ethical by any standard that she should participate!

Nevertheless, she was in charge. The terms were clear. Do what you have to do. Study them in every way – their eating habits, their transformation, the way they mated. The terms of observer participation were never prohibited. By the very act of observing the shifters, the observers were already participating.

Besides, she wanted Rust. Desired him like she had never desired anyone before. This might be her only chance to fuck him.

Rust smiled. It was not a friendly smile.

“Come on, Alyssa,” he said. “You know you want to. What better way to experience shifter cock than the real deal?”

He was playing some psychological game. There was a hint of danger and the unexpected in the atmosphere. She could smell it. Kate’s eyes were just as curious and expectant. Did they have some greater plan in mind? Or were they just toying with her? Rust was a psychiatrist and psychologist after all, and Kate was his student. They were a dangerous couple in every way.

Alyssa found herself saying, “Yes.”

She could mentally hear Dan gasp in the observation room.

“Then come,” Rust said.

Kate rolled off the pillows and he undid her bonds. He took off the nipple clamps. He turned to Alyssa.

“Maybe you would like these on you.”

Don’t let him tie you up. He will kill you. They will kill you.

But somehow, she didn’t think so.

She licked her lower lip. “I don’t want to be tied up.”

“I’m not going to tie you up.” His green eyes blazed and his cock was as rigid as ever. So he desired her too.

Her mouth went ever so dry.
What game are you trying to play, Rust O’Brien?

“All right,” she said.

She got up and started to undo her blouse. Her pulse tapped insistently at her throat like a warning knocker.
Don’t do this
. And yet her fingers easily undid her buttons – all the way to her skirt. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to her shoes. Then she stepped out of her shoes.

She was only in her bra and panties as she walked over to him. He breathed in sharply as she came closer.

“Tell me you want me,” he said.

So this was a psychological game. He wanted to hear her say it in front of his watchful girlfriend. What if she didn’t want to say it? What would he do then? Refuse to fuck her?

The thoughts were swirling in Alyssa’s mind.
Yes, she did want to fuck him
. Her body was blatantly telling her that – blatantly and wantonly responding to his nearness and closeness.

She reached out to touch him – his broad muscled chest, now thinner for the lack of sunlight and exercise. He was still the epitome of sex. His raw power was unnerving, and it wasn’t only because she knew he was a tiger shifter. There was an inner beast contained within him – and it was potent and intoxicating and overpowering.

She could not resist him, and she knew now how powerless Kate must have been when they first seduced each other.

“Say it,’ he repeated.

“I want you,” she breathed. Her breasts rose with her chest.

Her hands were poised to land on his chest, but he swiped them roughly away.

“I make the first move,” he said in a harsh voice.

This took her completely by surprise, but she was immediately chastened. Another first. She had expected to bridle at his gesture, but she was instead excited. A calm rippled through her and the room quietened.

He was in total command, and she liked it.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” he said.

She did so. Her skin was flushed. Since she was very pale, the redness was very obvious.

“Nice,” Kate remarked.

Alyssa had almost forgotten Kate was in the room. But the other woman’s presence weighed heavily on her now. What must Kate be thinking? Had she watched her boyfriend fuck other women before?

Once Alyssa was fully naked, Rust pushed her onto the bed. She fell beside Kate.

“Spread your legs,” Rust ordered.

Alyssa obeyed.

Rust said to Kate, “Have you ever pleasured a woman before?”

“No.”

“Do you want to try?”

Alyssa darted a glance at Kate, who was just as flushed. Kate’s breasts were heaving, and she still wore the rosy glow of orgasm.

Kate turned to Alyssa. Her hand dove to Alyssa’s open legs and alighted on her pussy. Kate began to rub Alyssa’s clit slowly. Alyssa gasped, but did not attempt to close her legs or remove Kate’s hand.

Kate grew bolder. Her movements got more rapid. Her fingers slipped and dug into Alyssa’s grooves, lubricated by the swirling creams there. Alyssa spread her legs wider. Her breathing was quickening.

Above them both stood the overpowering form of Rust O’Brien. Watching them both. Watching their arousal.

Then he joined them on the bed. The mattress creaked with the added weight. He took Kate’s hand off Alyssa’s pussy and put it on his cock.

“Stroke me,” he said.

Kate pumped him until he was harder and more rigid than before. Then she guided his cock into Alyssa’s pussy hole, which was very wet and leaking with her juices.

Wait
, Alyssa wanted to tell him,
you’re not using a condom
. The implications were obvious and serious.

But she didn’t stop him. No words came to her tongue as he entered her vagina with one swift and brutal thrust.

“Arrrrr!” she cried.

She reached out to touch his chest, but his hands seized her wrists and held her down. He started to fuck her. His movements were rapid and rough. His sweaty body bore down on hers. The slam of his groin against hers was more like a slap.

God, but the feel of his cock stretching and filling and expanding her vaginal tunnel was glorious! His cock fit her perfectly. Like two halves of a peach. Her body was jerked upward and into the bed. He was nailing her onto the mattress, rubbing her G-spot like no other.

The friction.
The immense friction!

Her orgasm exploded. Violently. Wonderfully.

She cried out –

“Oh, oh, oh!”

as he continued to thrust and pump into her.

Her vision was flooded with whiteness and redness and bright golden spots. She felt his seed burst within her. Flowing deep into her.

Perhaps this was what he had in mind all along.

And Kate?

What must she feel about all this? Or was it part of the duo’s grand design?

Her climax ebbed and flowed, until she was a quivering mess. All her limbs felt like Jell-O. His skin felt very hot against hers.

She looked up at his face. At both their faces. They were looking down at her. Triumphantly.

He was still joined to her when he turned his head to kiss Kate’s lips. They kissed – lavishly and lushly. Tongues in mouths. Twining.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you,” Kate said.

It was as though they had eyes only for each other, despite his cock still being embedded deep in Alyssa’s vagina. Weird, Alyssa thought, but hot. She couldn’t move. It was as though a steamroller had flattened her onto the bed. Once again, she felt a twinge of envy for their love. No man would ever love her like that. 

Then a knock came on the outer door.

Alyssa froze.

Oh shit. Don’t tell me the Director is watching this
.

The door opened. Of course. Whoever it is outside would definitely have access. Panic began to set in but she quelled it. Rust calmly pulled out of her. His cock was still dripping semen. Kate hastily threw the sheets over her pregnant naked body.

“Alyssa?” It was Dan’s voice.

Shit in a bucket.

Alyssa found the strength to scramble off the bed. She dove for her clothes as Dan thundered into the bedroom.

“Alyssa?” Dan stared at the naked Rust. “Uh, pardon the intrusion.”

“No problem,” Rust said.

How could he be so calm?

“What is it?” Alyssa snapped at Dan. She quickly tugged on her panties. Fuck the bra. She threw her blouse over herself and launched out of the bedroom.

“I can’t tell you here.” Dan walked beside her, and glanced back at Rust.

“Look, I did it as an experiment, OK?”

“I’m not judging you.”

“Yes, you are. I’m logging this as an experiment and all, so it’s perfectly legitimate.”

Why was she sounding so defensive?

They charged out of the room and closed the door behind them again. The lock clicked, and the red light on the panel outside indicated that the door was sealed.

“What is it?” She glared at him.

“It’s the Director. He wants to talk to you. Now. He had a call from the President.”

15

It felt good to be under the shower.

Kate let the jets of hot water cascade over her naked body.

That was certainly a strange experience, she mused. Her fingers . . . on a woman. Rust had always wanted her to be adventurous in sex. She wasn’t ready at Aaron Mitchell’s party, but the months had tempered her inhibitions. Losing Rust had made her re-examine her life and made her shed a lot of her reservations.

Now she was ready to throw caution into the wind and live her life – or what was left of it – with abandon.

She suspected Alyssa was called by the Director because of what Rita had started. She smiled to herself under the blistering jets.

If only she could tell Rust.

Rust was fast asleep. She smiled at that too. He was spent.

Let’s screw with their minds,
was all he told her. He couldn’t tell her any more than that. She had trusted him and let him take the lead. Yes, she knew he was going to fuck Alyssa. A few months ago, that would have bothered her. But she was secure enough now in his love to actually enjoy a threesome. After all, he had always wanted her to enjoy being fucked by other men – in his presence, of course.

She turned the taps off and dried herself.

She went out into the bedroom. Rust was still asleep under the covers. The shades were drawn and she did not want to disturb him.

She padded out to the little lounge of the suite, still naked. The temperatures were very well-controlled in here. She envisioned the publicity and campaign Rita had probably engendered. Rita wouldn’t let her down. Not with what she was willing to pay with Rust’s money. And being the publicity whore Rita was, she would have probably done it for free anyway.

There were two trays of covered food on the table. She hadn’t heard anyone come in. Maybe Rust had let them in. The agents in this place usually knocked before they entered during mealtime and they were always polite. That was the only thing that made it seem less like a prison.

She uncovered the silver platters.

The aroma of peppercorns wafted to her nostrils. Two succulent rib-eye steaks sat in delicious-looking brown gravy which was smothered in sliced mushrooms and carrots and peas. Mashed potatoes whipped in swirls were laid to one side, and strawberry pudding completed the ensemble. Even the bread rolls were steaming hot.

Her stomach growled. Pregnancy was making her so hungry, and she was certainly craving more meat than usual. Perhaps it was because she was carrying a little tiger shifter inside her – a thought which did not alarm her as much as it once would have.

She supposed Rust wouldn’t mind if she tucked in first.

After all, she was so very hungry and he needed his healing sleep.

16

It was a good thing the Director did not require her to be present in Quantico.

“He what?” Alyssa said to the Director’s image on the screen.

She was referring to the President.

“He wants us to show the O’Briens to the public on television.” The Director grimaced.

Well, sir,
Alyssa thought,
I did mention that it was a good thing to do so before public pressure surmounted, but you didn’t listen.

“Well, sir, that might not be a bad thing,” she said.

“Are they fit for public consumption . . . appearance wise?”

“Yes.”

“You haven’t done anything scandalous to them, have you? We don’t want another Abu Ghraib.”

Alyssa didn’t think Rust would tell anyone of what they did during the three-way. As for the others, he had consented. As had Moira and Connor. She had it all on written contract.

“They’re perfectly fine,” she said confidently. “Nothing has been done to them without their written consent.”

Besides, there were ways to ensure they said the right things to the press. After all, Rita Cunningham and her public bloodhounds did not ask to see Kate, did they now?

“Good. The President wants the press conference to be held two days from now. Arrange it.”

The video feed winked off.

Alyssa sighed. Rita Cunningham was going to have a reckoning once this was over.

The door opened. It was Dan, and his face was stricken.

“What is it now?” she said irritably.

“It’s the O’Briens. Something terrible has happened.”

At first, Alyssa thought it was a joke. But Dan’s face was very pale.

Oh my God, she thought, rushing out of the room.