They bicker through the aftermath. Whiskey smug and insufferable as always, Plague trying to recover his dignity while still lying there with his cock out. Then Whiskey's pants come off, revealing a fuckinghugecock, thick and flushed dark, precome already beading at the tip.
His turn.
My mouth actually waters.
I watch Plague take him into his mouth with some difficulty, letting out a muffled grunt when Whiskey’s thick shaft stretches his jaw. Even giving head, they can't stop competing. There's teeth involved at some point. I can tell by Whiskey's snarl and the way his hand tightens in Plague's hair.
"Watch it," Whiskey growls, yanking Plague closer.
The energy shifts. Sharper. More dangerous.
"No fighting," I warn them.
They both freeze, eyes snapping to me.
The whole point was proving they could control themselves. And they stopped the moment I spoke. Even now, even this far gone.
Another point for these two alphas.
"Hey, Ivy," Whiskey says, voice strained but somehow still casual. "You can touch him if you want. Show you it's safe."
My heart stutters.
Plague turns to look at me, and gods, he's wrecked. Dark hair wild around his face, those usually cold and impassive eyes nearly black with want, lips swollen, face flushed. All that composure completely shattered.
"It's fine," he manages. "If you want to."
And fuck me, Idowant to be part of whatever this is instead of just watching from the sidelines.
I slide off the bed and approach slowly. When I'm close enough, I reach for him.
"Good boy," I purr.
His whole body shudders. His cock twitches hard against his stomach.
Oh.That's useful information.
What follows is a blur. My hand wrapped around Plague's cock, learning what makes him gasp and writhe. Whiskey shoving his cock back into Plague's mouth, the angle deeper now, more intense. The three of us tangled together in ways I never planned for.
Plague's cheekbones are flushed pink, his dark lashes fanned against his skin, lips stretched obscenely around Whiskey's thick shaft. The wet sounds he's making are making me squirm, pressing my thighs together to relieve the building pressure in my throbbing pussy.
My thumb caresses the head of Plague's cock and he snarls around Whiskey, hips jerking up into my grip.
"Heisbeautiful," I admit, watching Plague take everything Whiskey's giving him. My words make Plague’s hips stutter and his throbbing cock jerks in my hand.
Oh yeah. Plaguedefinitelylikes to be praised.
"Yeah," Whiskey manages. "Kinda is, isn't he?"
He is. Hot and heavy in my palm, twitching every time I stroke, broken sounds from his stuffed throat slipping past Whiskey's cock.
Whiskey comes first with a stuttering roar. Plague swallows around him, and I speed up my strokes until he follows, spilling over my hand with a muffled snarl.
"Beautiful," I praise him again, working him through it.
They collapse against each other, breathing hard. Whiskey says something, or maybe it’s Plague, but I’m not even paying attention right now. It takes everything I have to not start touching myself in front of them, and I only hold back because I need to think for a second. I sit back on my heels, heat pounding through me, and let the realization settle.
I want these two alphas.
