Chapter 1: Kitchen Pet for Two Alphas.

Lysandre POV

Thorne had banned the maids and every other wolf from the top floor of the pack house for the day.

Garrick was finally coming home, and my other Alpha, his twin brother, wanted to give him a spicy welcome.

The heavy oak door to the Alpha chamber is closed, the air is thick with the scent of herbs, roasting meat, spices, and raw, omega-needy slick.

My Jasmine-scented pheromones mix with the scent of food in the large kitchen space attached to the master suite.

The thick vibrator buried itself deep in my pussy with every step I took, sending jolts of torturous pleasure up my whole body.

A black-and-white leather collar sat snug around my throat, not too tight, but firm enough to remind me who I belonged to.

Each movement tightening the cruel nipple clamps biting into my sensitive bud.

A sleek, delicate chain connected to the collar at the back of my neck.

My outfit is pure filth, and I thank Thorne for clearing the floor, or I would be so embarrassed if the pack members saw me like this.

I was wearing a pink mesh crop top that did nothing to hide the clamps or the way my short checkered skirt did nothing to hide my dripping, wet pussy.

Thanks to the warm kitchen or I would be shivering by now.

The black chain was loosely held in Thorne’s fist, his golden eyes filled with hunger watched me as I worked in the kitchen in the sexy outfit he chose for me.

His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his hard, chiseled chest and the dark tattoo that marked his dominance.

He lounged at the marble island, his powerful arms carefully crossed over his chest as he watched my glistening thighs while I bent down to pick up items from the lower cupboard.

He had kept the vibrator inside me all day while I cooked, punishing and rewarding me in equal measure.

*I feel so hot that I can’t think straight… every little movement makes it grind against that spot. I’m so wet it’s dripping down my thighs.* I thought while trying not to touch myself, I would rather not earn anything worse than this delicious torment.

Thorne walked around the counter in three powerful strides and hugged me from behind, he placed his warm lips right on my mating mark on my neck while I tilted my head to the side to give him more space.

“You smell so fucking good, little one,” he growled, voice low and raspy.

*Yes I do, apart from my leaking Jasmine pheromone scent, I layered it with their favorite perfume. I wanted to drive you more crazy, my dear alpha.*

He nipped at my mating mark and clicked the remote at the same time.

“Ah… h… Fuck!” I cried out, my knees buckling.

This is what I get for tempting him.

I gripped the counter instantly, my hips jerking involuntarily as the toy buzzed inside of me relentlessly. “Thorne, please… I can't.”

“Yes you can!” he replied calmly, even though his own massive bulge was straining against his pants.

“You will cook for your Alphas like the perfect little omega wife you are, and then you will serve our cocks like the greedy slut that you are," he said as he turned the vibrator down a little. “Do you understand?”

I whimpered and nodded obediently and he stepped back from me, i love to be treated like this.

*Damn! I love this. Outside I’m their respected Luna, but right now I’m nothing but their dripping, collared pet. I need them so badly it hurts.* I thought as I turned back to the stove and resumed cooking, each movement sending a wave of pain and pleasure straight down to my cunt.

The vibrator hummed, keeping me at the edge without mercy.

Thorne, who was just an inch away from me, released his pheromones, they wrapped around me, overwhelming me even further.

He tugged on the leash lightly, forcing my head back, wrapping his hand around my neck, my tiny neck looking small compared to his large fingers.

“Look at you,” he murmured as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

He moved closer to my ear, his breath fanning my neck slightly.

“Dressed like a whore, dripping and shivering. You love being our pretty pet, don't you?” he murmured.

“Yes, Alpha,” I replied, pushing my ass back towards his bulging cock. “I love it, Alpha. Please let me come... Please!” I begged.

He didn't reply; instead, he laughed, stepped back, and clicked the remote again.

The vibrator roared to life once more, making me jolt and moan loudly, my thighs trembling as I fought to stand upright.

*I’m so close. I’m going to break if he doesn’t let me come soon. My pussy is clenching so hard around this toy. I’m such a needy whore for them.* My thoughts are already going wide and I need Garrick to get home as soon as possible or I might lose it.

After three minutes of getting my g-spot railed by this relentless vibrator, the sound of the pack gate opening echoed below.

Garrick's heavy footsteps are heard in the hallway, the familiar scent of wood and that peppery scent of cinnamon suddenly flooded the space, blending perfectly with mine and Thorne's.

Thorne’s grin sharpened, he jerked me forward, bending me over the marble island and flipping my skirt up my waist.

Slowly, he pulled the vibrator out, leaving me clenching around nothing, two thick fingers replaced it instantly, curling deep.

“Fuuuck…” I moaned, eyes fluttering shut as I pushed back desperately.

The door burst open after a few minutes.

Garrick stood there, his eyes scanning the room until they locked onto us.

Thorne smirked when he saw the expression on Garrick's face, watching his Alpha twin brother bend over their omega as he finger-fucking her mercilessly.

“You're starting the party without me?” Garrick asked, walking in and locking the door behind him.

“Missed you, brother,” Thorne replied without stopping. “Come join me, ruin our little omega. Her needy hole has been waiting for you.”

An intense wave of Garrick's aura flared through the room.

“Welcome… home Alpha." I said, my voice coming out slurry.

I looked up to match Garrick's intense gaze, batting my eye lid slowly as I got ravaged by Thorne's long and thick fingers.

In seconds, his shirt was gone, revealing his battle-heated body, he walked closer, grabbed my neck, and claimed my mouth in a possessive kiss.

Our tongues danced together while Thorne replaced his two fingers with three larger ones.

*I’m so full already… and this is just his fingers. I need their cocks. I need both of them wrecking me at the same time. Use me. Ruin me. Please.* I thought.

I moaned into Garrick's mouth, sending vibrations through the Alpha's body, Garrick released my lips and moved down to my neck, sucking on my mark mercilessly.

I let out a broken moan as they were both ruining and claiming me again, heat of sensation moved within my veins, my legs shiver more like jelly.

Thorne pulled his fingers out, leaving me momentarily empty, but the void was soon filled by the head of his cock.

Even though I was loose and wet from the toy, he slid in slowly.

He groaned the moment he settled deeply into my warm core, burying his whole length in me.

Thorne was never a small size person, he is so large and long.

Garrick freed his hard, glistening cock from his trousers and filled my mouth, pushing down to my throat.

“That's it, take your Alphas!” Garrick growled as they both found a brutal rhythm.

Garrick fucking my mouth while Thorne pounded my pussy, I was lost between them, body shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down my face.

I sucked greedily, moaning around Garrick’s shaft as Thorne drove deeper.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so tight and warm!" Garrick said between groans.

I bobbed my head, licking and deep throating him.

My body completely lost control as they hammered me from both sides at different speed, I choked slightly on Garrick's cock while Thorne buried himself deep inside me.

Every movement pushed each and everyone of us to the edge.

Garrick came first with a deep roar, flooding my mouth, and I swallowed it down like the hungry little wolf I am.

I swallowed every salty drop, using my tongue to lick the drop beside my lips.

Seconds later, Thorne buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside me, fucking me through my own shattering orgasm until I was a trembling, spent mess.

I slumped immediately, completely exhausted, but Garrick caught me in his massive arms before I could fall.

Then the scent of something burning hit our nose.

“Oh shit!” Thorne cussed as he ran to the stove and switched off the heat.

“I will clean her up, you take care of the food.” Garrick said, lifting me bridal style and walked out of the kitchen and into the inner chambers, heading straight Into the bathroom.

I was already half asleep as he gently cleaned me up and then laid me down on the bed.

“Such a pretty mess for us,” Garrick murmured softly, brushing a stray, wet strand of hair away from my face.

“Welcome home, Garrick…” I whispered one last time, right before I finally let sleep pull me under.