What do we do

( Extreme consensual sexual content) 

The mahogany table stood deserted, the polished surface reflecting the sudden, stark emptiness of the room. Chairs scraped harshly against the floor as the others filed out, leaving only Alpha Caden and Elder Michael. The silence that followed felt heavy, thick as the velvet drapes clinging to the tall windows. "What now?" Elder Michael's voice, a low rumble, broke the stillness. Caden's gaze, sharp and calculating, swept the room. "I don't know yet," he replied, his voice a silken counterpoint to Michael's gruffness. "But I *will* get that Omega. This requires patience. Staying low." "No playtime, then?" Michael's question held a hint of disappointment. A slow smile spread across Caden's face, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "There's *always* playtime, Michael." He leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking softly. "Do you have any…playthings in mind?" Michael's eyebrows rose. Caden chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Always. I've got just the kitten for this job. The harder you are, the more she purrs." His smile sharpened, becoming something predatory. The glint of a gold ring on his finger caught the dim light. "Will she…be alright with two?" Michael's voice was edged with concern. Caden's smile didn't waver. "She will. She *has* to." He stood, his silhouette sharp against the muted glow of the dying sun. "Meet me in my room. Nine PM." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken menace, as Caden turned and disappeared down the long corridor, leaving Michael alone with the chilling silence.

The mahogany bar gleamed under the dim, crimson light of Alpha Caden's room. Elder Michael poured himself a tumbler of amber liquid, the ice clinking softly. "She'll be here soon," he murmured, the words barely audible above the low thrum of the city outside. He settled into a plush velvet chair, the leather sighing beneath his weight. The door swung open, revealing Jennifer, draped only in a clinging black robe that barely concealed the curve of her body. Her eyes, dark and knowing, met Alpha Caden's across the room. "You called?" her voice was a husky whisper. "Come," Elder Michael's voice was a low growl. Jennifer obeyed, kneeling before him with practiced grace. "Good girl," he purred, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "Want some fun tonight?" A slow nod. Desire shimmered in her eyes. Alpha Caden entered, his gaze cold and calculating. He grasped Jennifer's chin, her touch firm. "Tonight's a two-deal night," he announced, her voice like ice. "And it's going to be rough." A slow smile stretched across Jennifer's lips. She offered her wrists with a delicate sigh, her hands bound expertly behind her back by Elder Michael. He hoisted her to her feet, her body momentarily silhouetted against the scarlet light before being thrown onto the silk sheets of the bed. A gasp escaped her lips, then a choked cry as Elder Michael, his bulk eclipsing hers, moved without warning. His weight pressed down, the unexpected invasion of his flesh driving a desperate, guttural scream from her. She arched, her body bucking against the sheer size of him – far larger than Alpha Carter's. He moved relentlessly, and the rasping of her breath became a guttural moan as she adapted to his rhythm, the pleasure overwhelming her pain. Her cries turned into a frantic plea for more. The sheets were soaked by the time the spasms wracked her body, leaving her spent and trembling on the bed.

The air in the dimly lit room hung thick with sweat and the scent of arousal. Alpha Caden's murmured "Good kitten," a low rumble against Jennifer's ear, was followed by a sharp intake of breath as his fingers traced the sensitive curve of her hip. A guttural groan escaped Elder Michael as he withdrew, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Worth it," he rasped, the words barely audible above the frantic thump of Jennifer's pulse. Before she could draw a breath, Caden was behind her, thrusting deep. A choked moan ripped from her throat, morphing into a desperate cry of "Oh God, yes!" "I told you you liked it rough," Caden growled, his hands tightening in her hair as he slammed into her again, a brutal rhythm that echoed the pounding of her heart. A shuddering gasp escaped her lips as he found his release, the spasm sending ripples through her body. Jennifer collapsed onto the bed, panting, her fingers splayed across the damp sheets. But even as she savored the lingering warmth, Caden's voice cut through the aftermath. "No sleep yet, kitten." Elder Michael, his eyes dark and intense, stretched out on the bed, lifting Jennifer onto his rigid length. She cried out as he moved, her hips grinding against his massive shaft, her stomach clenching with each forceful thrust. Simultaneously, the searing heat of Caden's invasion in her rear entrance sent another wave of pure pleasure ripping through her. "Oh my God," she screamed, a high-pitched wail that mingled with the heavy breaths of the two men. Her release exploded, a torrent coating Elder Michael's skin as the rhythm intensified. Each brutal plunge felt like it would split her in two. The sheer size of both men pressed against her, overwhelming but intensely satisfying. Jennifer, a seasoned participant in such encounters, arched against them, the sheer pleasure pushing her beyond the limits of pain. Their combined climax arrived in a storm of sweat and tangled limbs. Jennifer collapsed, spent, a breathless whisper escaping her lips: "I…I need a break." Caden slapped her ass, the sound sharp against the quiet of the room. "That's okay, kitten. Rest up. I need some more later." He briefly glanced at Elder Michael before heading to the bathroom, leaving Jennifer gasping and trembling on the bed. The only sound was the soft thud of the bathroom door.

The heavy oak door creaked shut behind Alpha Michael, the sound swallowed by the plush silence of his room. A smile played on his lips – a predatory gleam. Then he saw her. Taylor, sprawled naked on the velvet couch, a languid curve of limb against the deep crimson fabric. Her eyes, dark and knowing, met his. "Been waiting," she breathed, the words a husky invitation. The air crackled with unspoken history – a year of clandestine meetings, a shared hunger. He knew the precise way her body would respond to his touch, the same fierce responsiveness he'd found in Jennifer. Their pact – to end when she married the King – lay shattered, a broken promise in the suffocating stillness of the room. He crossed the space, his hand closing around a thick strand of her hair, the silken texture a sharp contrast to the rough pull that followed. He dragged her across the Persian rug, the scent of sandalwood and aged leather filling his nostrils, before throwing her onto the bed. Her skin, pale against the dark sheets, glistened with anticipation. A swift, brutal binding, and then the hard press of his flesh against hers, meeting her already slick heat. "Rough night," he growled, the words a promise, a threat. A moan escaped her lips, a wordless assent. *Yes, master.* The rhythmic thud of his body against hers filled the room, relentless, primal. He was a creature of pure, untamed need, a sex addict whose hunger knew no bounds. The sudden, sharp intake of her breath as he withdrew, followed by a low, pained whimper, brought a cruel smile to his lips. A harsh, guttural chuckle escaped him as he found her rear entrance, the cry that ripped from her throat a testament to the raw power of his touch. He paused, allowing her a fleeting moment's respite before retrieving a sleek, obsidian toy from his nightstand. The cold metal, pressed against her heated core, elicited a low, throaty purr. He drove into her again, and again, the rhythm accelerating until her release shattered the silence, a storm of pleasure unleashed across the rumpled sheets. He settled into the rhythm, a predator savoring his kill, his eyes already calculating the path to her next peak. This night, he would drown in her pleasure, multiple times.