He called his home a den, but it seemed nothing like it to you. The home at the foot of the mountain was large and recluse, and you liked it that way. You had no reason to leave the cabin; all you could think about was him. But tonight, Ubbe had plans; he wanted to leave the house take you to a party his brothers were having in the city. You slipped on the red dress and the high heels that made your butt pop and then pulled your hair into a high bun.
Ubbe appeared in the doorjamb and watched. “We are to Harald’s place in the city. You’re nearly out of heat, so you will be safe there.”
You smiled. You still did not have a clear understanding of the whole world you’d been sucked into; you only understood that you didn’t want to leave his side, that was enough. “This will be fun. What are we to do there?”
“Dance, drink,” he paused as a grin covered his face. “Fuck. Leave your panties here; you won’t need them.” He winked.
“I need some help.” you bit your lip.
Ubbe walked towards you, and his hands slid up your legs and tugged down the red silk panties. They dropped to your ankles, and you stepped out of them. He shoved the panties into his pocket and adjusted your dress. “Let’s go before we never leave.”
Harald’s home was huge, the columns on the front porch towered up three stories. Ubbe knocked once on the door, and Harald was there with a drink in his hand and a smile on his face. “Ubbe! You made it.” He glanced over to you, accessing your attire. “With a friend, I see.”
“This is Y/N.” Ubbe’s hand wrapped around your waist, and he pulled you over to him.
“Hello.” you beamed.
“Come in, both of you.”
You were not sure what you expected when you entered the home, but there were people packed in from wall to wall. The smell of the alcohol and smoke-filled your nose, and then the hum of the base from the music followed. This was a party, party.
Ubbe seemed to be at home as he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead and left you standing in the foyer. He moved over to his brothers, and the banter between them all started immediately.
What the fuck were you supposed to do now? Your eyes searched the room in search of a haven, anywhere, or anyone that could keep you from looking like the fool in the middle of the fucking foyer.
“He left you alone?” The familiar voice of Ivar started you. He placed his hand at the nape of your back and appeared beside you. Ivar was the Beta, and his scent riled you like Ubbe’s sometimes, this was one of those times. He smiled and stood in front of you with his hands, now clasped behind his back. “How have you been Y/N?” You had only seen him when in the presence of Ubbe, you didn’t want to be alone with him; there was a sheer chance you would not be able to control yourself.
“Well, Ivar.” You sighed in relief at the sight of a familiar face. “How about you?”
“Better now.”
“Is that so?”
“Precisely so.” Ivar moved closer. “My brother taking good care of you?”
“Until just now, yes.”
“He’s mingling… I suggest you do the same. I will mingle with you if you want?” Ivar’s invitation seemed aimless, and you accepted. You started to walk towards the bar. Your mouth had dried, you could not tell If it was from Ivar or not. He smelt of sandalwood, and something sweet and everything in you liked it, fuck that, loved it. “Do you miss your work?”
“Not really.” You admitted.
Ivar took the two cups of the drink from the bartender and handed you one. You sipped the fruit drink, tasting the punch of the rum after the first swallow. It was strong, but maybe alcohol was what it was going to take for you to loosen up.
It took four drinks, but after that fourth one, you were no stranger to the dancefloor. Your hips moved against Ivar’s, and his hands rested on your waist. It felt comfortable, safe oddly. But you didn’t have time to think about that, you just wanted to feel nothing beneath the green lights of the room and lose everything.
Ivar’s hardened cock brushed against your ass, and everything in you told you to back up, but instead, you arched towards him running the line of your ass down his cock. You dress lifted, and he slipped his fingers up your thighs. Not a bystander noticed Ivar’s subtly movements, but you did. He moved with knowledge; he never touched your pussy, only your slick thighs and the lips. “if he ever treats you wrong…” You felt his smile on the back of your neck. “I would love to have you.”
There was no answer from you, you could only feel him leave, and Ubbe emerge from nowhere with his eyes locked on you. “Here. Now.” He stood in the kitchen with his arms folded over his chest.
Truth be told, you’d rather not. Ivar left you alone to face the wrath of something that he started. He moved his finger for you to come to him once more, and your feet betrayed you. You maneuvered through the crowd with your eyes on him. “There you are.” You smiled.
“Wipe that fucking smile from your face.” He growled.
The smile was gone. “What? You’re angry.”
“I’m angry because my brother’s fingers were up your fucking dress!” he hissed.
“Well, I’m fucking angry too. You left me in the middle of the fucking room as if I knew someone here! You left, and I made do with my time.” You folded your arms over your chest. “We can both be mad.” This would be your first fight, but you were no stranger to them. If anything, the strip clubs had taught you it was how to stand your ground and stand your ground you would do.
“You think you can talk to me like that?” His brow cocked, he was confused and so were you.
“Why the fuck would I not be able to?”
Ubbe groaned, his deep voice showed every sign of aggravation. He stared at you for a moment, and the smile covered his face before he pushed you over the counter. “There are several things I will tolerate, but disobedience is not one of them.” His hand clutched your neck. He pushed your straps down onto your shoulders, and suddenly you were bare. The party blared on beside you; the door was even open. “Did you leave your panties at home, ass you were told?”
“You took them off.” you scoffed. You acted annoyed, but every part of your body called for him. “Not right here.” you pleaded. “Ubbe.”
“It is alpha,” he said. “What you don’t like an audience, Y/N? You allowed Ivar to finger fuck you in front of them. Shut up.” Once again, he gripped your neck and leaned closer to you. “You like my fingers around this pretty neck, don’t you?”
You did, you wanted him to choke you harder. “Yes, alpha.” you rubbed your ass on him.
“I don’t think you deserve to be fucked, to be honest.” He said these things, but the strain of his dick against his jeans fought against him. Ubbe wind his hips against your hips. “This is your last night in heat,” he whispered. “I could have snapped Ivar’s neck and threw him against the wall for even thinking he had the right to touch you.”
You snaked your hand to his pants and pulled on the zipped. His dick wanted to be free, and you wanted him to fuck you, so this was an easy fix. Ubbe slapped your hand, and you whined. A literal protest escaped from your lips, and his grip tightened.
“You are impatient.” he leaned over you, and you could feel the warmth of his cock. He pulled the head down the line of your ass and then to the wet entrance of your pussy. “You don’t deserve this,” he said before slamming into you. Every time was like the first with him. His teeth grazed the line of your throat, and he began. He knocked you forward to the sink. Your hands held fast to the counter, all while throwing your ass back at him in a circle. “Did you want to fuck Ivar?”
“No.” You mewled. “Only you, alpha.”
“Say it for him to hear.” Ubbe lifts you from the ground holding your legs in his arm, your back flush against his chest, and his cock still fucking into you madly. “Ivar likes to fucking watch anyway.”
And he was right, Ivar stood in the door of the kitchen. He stared directly at your body as your breast bounced every time Ubbe fucked into you. “Beautiful, isn’t she.” Ubbe’s arms pulled your legs higher. “See how pink this pussy is… how wet she is… who is that for Y/N?”
“You.”
“Who am I?” He pushed you down on his cock, but you could feel his eyes barring into his younger brother.
“Alpha.” You screamed as the tingles of pleasure surged through your body.
“Fucking right.” The guttural growl shocked you, but you could feel the anger teeming from Ivar. “Get the fuck out, Ivar.”
