V - The Sex Team

We have been seen. But by who? My breath hitched, like a strangled bird caught in a hunter’s snare.

Jonathan rushed to his feet. The look on his face was a hilarious mix of panicked rabbit and guilty schoolboy.

I'd rather look into his face than the face of the one who has entered.

My thighs were slick with his sweat, a testament to our clandestine tryst.

"Well, well, well," I heard the feminine voice.

That was a relief. It was not King Maguire. It was not death!

“Isabella?” Jonathan called.

"Look what the Alpha King's future queen is getting up to. A little pre-wedding... practice?" Isabella said.

Now I swerve my gaze to look at her. Her eyes, cold and sharp as shards of ice, swept over us both, lingering a beat too long on Jonathan's rumpled hair.

Jonathan sputtered, "Isabella, please! You can't tell anyone!" His voice was a pathetic squeak, a far cry from his usual arrogant swagger.

My silence was a roar. Death was a very real possibility; a slow, agonizing death that would rob me of my intended power, my future pack, my promised vengeance on my stepmother and her sniveling brat of a son – it all depended on Isabella and whatever she chose to do.

Isabella laughed, a sound like ice cracking. “It is a time of war. The armies are getting ready. The HellPaw pack is onto us and here you are, the captain of the Furiosa pack, eating the king's wife's pussy.”

“It is not what it seems like, Bella,” Jonathan spoke.

“Oh, I see,” Isabella shot back.

“Isabella! You can't tell anyone,” Jonathan repeated.

"Quiet? Darling, this is gold. Imagine the scandal! The Alpha King's pristine bride, soiled and eaten before the ceremony. His own son, caught red-handed – or should I say, head-handed?" She leaned against the doorframe, all languid grace and predatory intent. "The headlines practically write themselves.”

"Please," Jonathan begged again, his voice cracking. He rushed to the doorframe and pulled her inside. Then he locked the door. "Think of me! What will happen to me if the Alpha King hears about this? And…" He glanced at me, his eyes wide with panic.

I remained on the bed. My lap was now closed. The feeling was all dead and buried in the labyrinth of my fear. What is going to happen? I wondered.

“You know what will happen to you. Banishment!” Isabella said. “And for this cunt, death!”

Yes, she was right. Death!

“I am the Alpha Prince,” Jonathan barked.

Isabella’s laughter was sharp, brittle. "Oh, honey, threats are so cliché. But your desperation? Now that’s interesting." She ran a finger along her perfectly sculpted lips, her gaze lingering on Jonathan.

It made my insides twist with a strange feeling. I saw what she was doing. I know what it was. Jenny DaBitch explained in details the act of seduction and I understood it. What did she want? What was she planning?

“And what do you think you’re going to do, Alpha Prince? Make me shut up? Kill me?" Isabella moved closer as she spoke.

Her eyes held a spark of cruel amusement, and I was aware of her proximity to Jonathan. A playful shove. A little touch of the hand. An intentional brushing of hip against hip. Was this some sort of twisted game?

"What... what do you want?" Jonathan said in a lowly tone. I could see that he was giving as his eyes darting between us. He was thinking about me, what would happen to me in case.

A slow smile spread across Isabella's face. "Oh, Jonathan, my sweet, innocent Jonathan. What I want..." She paused. Her eyes glinted with malicious amusement as she traced the line of his jaw with a deliberate finger. "What I want... is you. The only thing that can keep me quiet is your dick in my mouth, then, between my thighs."

My blood turned to ice. This wasn't just blackmail. This was a desire. A naughty one.

“What?” I muttered.

“What?” Jonathan repeated. “Isabella! We're cousins.”

“Yes. I have always wanted you, Jonathan. I have seen you bathing. I have seen your muscles and hard angles. I have seen your dick. The length and girth. The veins and all. And I have always fantasized about how it would wreck me. That is what I want. A team, a sexual team!” She explained.

“What?” I muttered again.

"A... team?" Jonathan asked.

Isabella chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Think of it, darling. Your little secret, safely tucked away in my pussy, in exchange for… services rendered.”

She slowly raised her gown to belly level, revealing her pink underpants. From the top, she inserted her hand and her eyeballs dilated.

“Oh, I'm so wet, Jonathan,” Isabella said, removed her hand and displayed the sticky fluid between her index and middle finger. “Fill me with your dick and your secrets are safe.”

My stomach churned. The thought of them, us, together, was a sickening blend of betrayal and forbidden desire. It made me want to vomit.

That means one thing, I will have to share Jonathan.

“But... Elara?” Jonathan hesitated. “She is my mate. I felt the bond.”

"I don't care. Elara can be your father's Queen and your mate," Isabella purred. "And we'll make sure it stays that way. We will just create a sexual system, you, me, and Elara. A perfect storm of sex and secret."

She licked her fingers after she spoke. My eyes were all over her. How is that even possible? But I had no choice.

Her eyes were filled with a gleam of pure, predatory lust.

She was ready, ready for it. For the threesome. Her fingers trailed across Jonathan’s chest, causing a gasp from him.

Jenny DaBitch said it… “it is sex; how and why doesn't matter; it will happen when it is to happen, and it will bring a feeling it is to bring…”

I saw it in Jonathan.

I can keep my head. I can have more of Jonathan. I can live one more day.

“Elara?” Jonathan called.

"Fine, I agree," I said.

“So, shall we, my darlings?” Isabella said as she pulled out her gown from the top. Revealing her underpants and bra of the same pinkish flesh. "Let's do it."