4: Wanna Get Fucked?

CAMILE

They were now right in front of me, oozing Alpha aura and authority. I've only seen them once, not this close. It was during Moonfall’s Alpha's gala, and I had accompanied Zane as his Luna. All the attention in the hall had then been on them; they had stood out due to the royal aura and power. You didn't even need to know they were princes before feeling their power.

My breath held by itself. I could tell them apart by their dress, which was really popular in Moonfall. Kael was dressed in a black suit, while Arlo was casually dressed; you'd think he was the leader of some motorbike gang, not an alpha prince. Only the high bar stool separated us, and I felt incredibly self-conscious. I wondered why they were here.

Do they know me? That was highly impossible. Zane was one of the weakest alphas in Moonfall, and even if they knew him, they wouldn't know his wife.

Did they approach me, singled me out, out of the hundreds of girls here, because they wanted me? That was highly unlikely, too, but the mere thought of it was still enough to send an erotic thrill through me.

“If this isn't the Luna of Whitebrock pack,” Arlo pointed out.

“Former Luna,” I instinctively corrected before it dawned on me that they knew me. People like them —powerful and influential beyond my feeble mind’s comprehension — knew someone like me.

“We’re divorced.” I completed, and Arlo chuckled, a dark, amused sound that went to a wrong part of my body. He was looking at me, like really looking at me, like he wanted to gobble me up.

“Is that why you're here and dressed like that?” Kael asked, “Dressed like you want someone to press you against the nearest wall and fuck your brains out?”

My brain short-circuited for two reasons. One, because I couldn't believe he just said that, in the same casual tone someone would use to describe the weather. He doesn't look like someone who'd talk dirty, and two, because of the mental images that formed in my mind from his words.

In the images, I was pressed against the wall, but not by just one person. It was by the two of them. I sat up straighter, my core suddenly aching, and I had to press my thighs together.

Arlo chuckled again, and he exchanged a brief look with his friend before he fished out a cigarette stick and lit it.

“I believe Kael just asked you a question, love.”

I swallowed again, my heart thumping so loudly that I could hear it. My answer was at the tip of my tongue, but what would they think of me if I gave that answer?

“Yes,” I replied, my voice too low that I could barely hear it myself.

“Good!” Kael replied, and his eyes left my face to roam over my cleavage and my curves. It made me more self-conscious. Zane said I was undesirable, and they were people who had the most beautiful and sexist shewolves at their disposal. Of course, I wouldn't measure up.

“We've always wanted to fuck you,” Arlo said after blowing a ring of smoke towards my ear, and suddenly, we were all alone. The rest of the club faded away. The music faded away. They've always wanted to fuck me?

“From the minute you entered that ballroom three years ago with your ex-husband, dressed in that long pink gown, we've wanted nothing more than to tear it off you and ruin you for other men.”

My throat dried up at the impossibility of his words. There were a lot of Lunas that night. A lot of dashing shewolves. They wouldn't have noticed someone like me. But they did. They even remember the color of the gown I wore. My hand shook as I sipped from my glass of wine while Arlo watched with utter fascination.

“You deserve a congratulatory gift for your divorce, Camile,” Kael added, an almost impatient edge to his voice. He was looking at me… more like he was undressing me with his eyes, “so what do you say to getting fucked by both of us?”

“Both of you?” I exclaimed before I could help myself, and Arlo just chuckled in reply.

“Why? Is the thought of getting fucked simultaneously in your mouth and pussy that inconceivable?”

He asked with a straight face while my pussy gushed in response, and my whole body heated up. They exchanged another look, a bemused one, and I knew they could tell what was wrong with me. Of course, they could tell. I wasn't a quarter as strong as they were, and I could already smell my arousal.

“The smell of your arousal is unmissable, Camile,” Kael leaned over the barstool, “so tell us, do you want to get fucked by both of us?”