Lower Decks Ao3 Novels & Stories

Chapter 3: Second Half Craving The third quarter had started on the TV, but the score no longer mattered. Mike and Derek lay tangled on the cum-and-oil-soaked couch, chests heaving, bodies glistening under the flickering light of the football game. Derek’s thick cock was still half-hard and leaking against Mike’s thigh, while Mike’s own dick rested heavy and spent across his abs, twitching at the slightest movement. The scent of baby oil, sweat, and raw sex hung thick in the air, making the living room feel like a private den of sin.

Lynette’s POV I tap the bottom of my pen against my chin, the faint plastic click echoing in the stillness of my room. My legs sway lazily in the air, brushing against the soft, cool fabric of my sheets as I lie on my stomach. The warm glow of the bedside lamp casts a golden hue over the crumpled papers scattered haphazardly across my bed—lyric drafts and scribbles abandoned in creative frustration. On my laptop screen, Zalie mirrors my position, sprawled across her bed with a mischievous smile, her butterscotch hair spilling like ink across her pillow. Her room is no tidier than mine; sheets and notebooks are tossed around like the aftermath of a brainstorming storm.

Which meant Julian could shift and take a run anything he wished. I opened the door to the house, and the insides were as luxurious as I would have expected. It had minimal decor, and the tones were a blend of white and gray, contrasting the black hardwood floor. After a bit of searching around, I discovered that there was a library, a store, a room downstairs, and two upstairs as well. I wanted nothing more than to take a shower to wash all this grime and dirt off me, so I turned to Onyx who had been following me silently.

I was, in all essence, father's little, dirty secret. "What are we gonna do now," she asked I rose a shoulder in a shrug. "I could borrow one from you." She gave me a deadpan look. Eunice didn't own a lot of dresses either; she was an Omega. And I was as good as one, if not worse than one. Omegas were the lowliest of the lowliest, the bottom of the pack hierarchy, the ones who cooked, cleaned-- did everything beneath the notice and capabilities of the higher tiers.

She took the stairs downstairs. The pack house had four floors: the ground floor was for the omegas and other servants, the first floor was for the deltas, the second for the gammas, the third for the betas, and the fourth for the alpha and his family—where he also held meetings with other alphas. Given how expansive the alpha floor was. Lydia decided to heed Blake’s advice; she couldn't let anyone see her in this dress.

The scent of lacquer mixes with sea salt and something uniquely me. “The Sovereign has three decks,” I explained. “Above, where the world can see. Mid, where the world thinks it understands. Below…where truth can’t reach.” Her skin prickles; I can feel it. “Sounds cheerful,” she mutters. “Only if you lack imagination,” I reply, letting my gaze linger on her spine. The curve. The tension in her shoulders. Dangerous, delicious tension. We reach the lower deck. Cabins, minimalistic perfection.

I leaned forward slightly as I reached his desk, so the open collar of my blouse gaped and my breasts nearly spilled out. The cool air brushed my nipples and they hardened instantly, poking against the thin white fabric. “Close the door, Lila,” he said, voice low and even. I turned, making sure he got a full view of my ass in the short skirt as I pushed the door shut. The lock clicked. I walked back to the chair in front of his desk and sat down, crossing my legs slowly so the skirt rode even higher. I uncrossed them again a moment later, letting my knees part just enough that if he looked down he could see I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Jace let out a deep grunt, pulling Leo closer until their bodies were flush—hips rubbing, lips devouring. I moaned louder, my rhythm picking up. “Don’t stop riding me, baby,” Ryder growled. “You’re so goddamn wet.” Then—Leo dropped to his knees in front of Jace and took him in his mouth. My eyes widened. “Holy shit…” Ryder grunted. “Yeah. You love watching us be dirty for you?” “Yeah,” I gasped. “Don’t stop. Please—don’t stop.” My thighs were shaking. I was close. So fucking close.

The third floor was housed by the vamp caln and it was the only floor that was covered in pitch black darkness. By the time he reached the third floor there were more moans, screams of agony and pleasure had erupted throughout the floor but Alexander couldn't find himself to care in their business. In some rooms he could see that the vamp were mercilessly sexing with their human, sex slaves. He could see purple bruise in their body and several cuts, and wounds while their body was dripping with blood but the vamp senting it hungrily, increasing their lustful appetite further. The vamp clan Wolf's liked to engage in BDSM in all aspects as they craved for sent.

However, if the omegas didn't have that privilege, a killer shouldn't either. "I'm going to my den," Bloodstain said and turned around, leaving the room. Guila nodded and also started walking toward her den. The castle has six floors; the top floor was only for the genuine alpha and his mate; the fifth was for the betas and their mates; the fourth floor had the conference room and a large library. The kitchen and the dining room were on the third floor. The second floor was for the omegas' and their mates. The first floor had guest rooms. There was also an alcova, where the slaves and the torture room where.. There were no doors in that part of the castle, only an enclosed corridor that led