Knotted By The Devilish Alpha Brothers

Rue’s fingers suddenly sped up—hard, relentless strokes that made wet sounds fill the room—then stopped completely. Skye let out a frustrated whimper at the loss.

Before she could complain, Rue hauled her up, hooked one of Skye’s thighs over her own, and slotted their centers together. The first firm grind of slick heat against slick heat dragged a raw sound from both of them. Rue’s hand stayed locked around Skye’s throat, keeping her exactly where she wanted her as their hips rolled and pressed in a messy, urgent rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re dripping all over me,” Rue muttered, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it—rub that needy little cunt on mine. Harder.”

Skye’s hands clutched at Rue’s waist and breasts, nails digging in as she met every grind. Their clits dragged together again and again, slippery and hot. Rue’s grip on her throat tightened just enough to make Skye’s breath hitch.

“Look at you,” Rue groaned, pace growing rougher. “Taking it like the perfect toy. I’m so fucking close—”

She came first with a sharp, guttural “Fuck—”, hips jerking hard against Skye’s as the orgasm ripped through her. For a few seconds she kept grinding through it, chasing every last pulse, then finally let go of Skye’s throat and rolled off.

Skye’s legs stayed spread wide on the sheets, one hand already between them, fingers working fast over her swollen clit.

“I want to cum—fuck, I need it—”

Rue was already across the room, pulling fresh clothes from the wardrobe without looking back.

“Then hurry up.”

Skye’s body shook as she pushed herself over the edge, a broken moan spilling out of her. When the waves finally eased she lay there catching her breath, voice soft and satisfied.

“I’m glad I could help you vent.”

Rue gave a short, humorless breath as she stepped into clean trousers.

“I’m not fully satisfied yet.”

She returned to the bed and lay down beside Skye, tapping the mattress once in clear invitation. Skye immediately shifted closer, still naked, and settled against her. Rue’s fingers found one of her nipples and began playing with it lazily—rolling, pinching, tugging—while she spoke.

“There’s something I want you to do for me. Regarding Amelia.”

Skye’s body tensed slightly under the touch. She didn’t like the direction, but she still asked.

“What is it?”

Rue kept her eyes on the way Skye’s nipple hardened between her fingers.

“Just a small task. Nothing dramatic. And don’t start getting jealous just because I’m talking about her. You already know how much I hate that girl.”

“It’s not jealousy,” Skye said quietly. “I just… do you really think she’s going to ruin your plans? The brothers only keep her because of a contract. They can’t actually fall for someone like her. Wouldn’t it be smarter to let her finish whatever task they gave her so she leaves faster? Then you’d gain more of their trust and get closer to what you actually want.”

Rue let out a low, dismissive sound and pinched harder.

“You’re being gullible. I don’t need advice. The fact that those three even spared her life means something soft is already growing in them. If that feeling keeps spreading, it becomes much harder to deal with. It’s better they see her for the worthless piece of shit she is and throw her out themselves.”

Skye’s expression tightened. She pulled back slightly, hurt flickering across her face.

“You didn’t have to call me gullible. I was only giving an opinion.”

Rue’s tone stayed flat.

“If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it.” She reached over to the side table, opened a small drawer, and took out the smooth round object she had been given. “This is what you will do for me. You’ll place this discreetly in Amelia’s room—somewhere she never bothers looking.”

Skye stared at the object, then let out a long, defeated breath.

“…Fine.”

Rue leaned in and pressed a brief kiss to her lips.

“Good girl. You’ll get a reward for it.”

Skye hesitated, then asked quietly, “How about an actual date? We haven’t had time alone together in weeks.”

Rue’s mouth curved in a humorless almost-smile as she rolled onto her back.

“We’re spending time together right now. This counts.”

Skye closed her eyes for a second, swallowing the disappointment. There was nothing else she could do but endure and hope the entire tangled mess would end soon.

**

Closing hours settled over the college grounds.

Amelia walked out of the lecture building beside Kate, bag slung over one shoulder. The late-afternoon light stretched long across the paths.

“I heard another rumor,” Amelia said.

Kate glanced at her. “What kind?”

“That this college used to be a headquarters for the Underworld Territory a century ago. If that’s true, there might still be clues somewhere on the grounds.”

Kate frowned. “I’ve never heard that before. I know the place is old, but where did you get that from?”

“Online.”

Kate gave her a skeptical look. “Don’t trust everything you read online.”

They reached the black vehicle waiting at the curb. Amelia paused with one hand on the door.

“If I get any solid news… I want you and the others ready to follow me into the Blacksmith Territory.”

Kate nodded.

“Sure. Just say when.”

They exchanged brief goodbyes. Amelia climbed into the back seat, the door shut, and the car pulled away toward the estate.

The entire ride home her mind turned over the same problem: how to bring up Dylan, the Blacksmith Territory, and the idea of gathering intel without the conversation collapsing. Sex or intimacy was the absolute last thing she wanted to think about.

By the time the car passed through the main gates she was still turning phrases over in her head. She stepped out, distracted, and muttered under her breath without realizing she had spoken aloud.

“From their size they will definitely tear me apart.”

A familiar, composed voice answered from only a few steps away.

“Tear what apart?”

Amelia’s heart lurched. She raised her head to find Madame standing near the entrance, sharp eyes fixed on her with mild curiosity.