Crossing the distance between us, I grab Dustin's shoulders and spin him around. He lets out a sharp gasp as I press him forward against the office desk, his hands catching the edge to brace himself. My fingers make quick work of his belt and jeans, yanking them down his thighs just far enough to expose his ass.
"Kade," he breathes out, his voice already rough with arousal.
I don't bother responding with words. Instead, I reach for my own pants, undoing the button and zipper with fumbling fingers before pulling my aching cock free. The relief of not being confined anymore is immediate but it does nothing to dampen the desperate need driving me forward.
Grabbing the lube, I slick my fingers quickly and reach between Dustin's legs. He's already relaxed for me, his body knowing what's coming and preparing accordingly. I push one finger inside, feeling the tight heat of him clench around the digit. He groans, pushing back against my hand, clearly just as desperate as I am.
Adding a second finger, I work him open with quick movements. Normally, I'd take my time with this part, draw it out until Dustin is begging for my cock. But we don't have that luxury right now and the need is too strong to deny any longer.
"Fuck, I always forget how big you are," Dustin pants when I withdraw my fingers and line my cock up with his entrance.
I push inside in one long, steady thrust, feeling his body stretch to accommodate me. The tight heat of him is incredible, clenching around my length as I sink deeper. Dustin's groan is loud enough that I worry for a moment about Solana hearing, but then I bottom out completely and all rational thought disappears.
My knot is already swelling slightly, pressing against his rim but not quite pushing inside yet. The urge to knot him properly, to lock us together until we're both completely spent, is overwhelming. But there's no time for that either.
"I wish we had more time so I could knot you properly," I growl against his ear, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again. "Just the way you like being stuffed full. But for now, I'm going to do this hard and fast. Yeah?"
"Please," Dustin gasps, his fingers white-knuckled where they grip the edge of the desk.
I set a brutal pace, my hips snapping forward with enough force to shift the desk slightly with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the office, mixing with Dustin's grunts and my own heavy breathing. Every thrust hits that spot inside him that makes him melt a little more, and I can feel him getting closer with each passing second.
Dustin's sounds grow louder, those desperate moans and gasps that usually signal he's close to coming spilling from his lips. But Solana is just down the hall in the shower and the last thing we need is for her to hear us and get scared or confused about what's happening.
Wrapping my hand around his mouth, I pull him up until his back is flush against my chest. The new angle lets me thrust even deeper, my cock hitting places that make Dustin's whole body shudder. My hand muffles the sounds he's making, turning them into desperate whimpers against my palm.
"We gotta be quiet for our Omega," I murmur against his ear, my hips never stopping their relentless rhythm.
Dustin nods frantically, his sounds continuing but muffled now against my hand. I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, pleasure coiling tighter with each thrust. My knot is swelling more now, pressing insistently against Dustin's rim with each movement. It wants to tie us together properly, but I force myself to keep it from pushing in completely.
That's when I smell a new, third scent besides our own. Vanilla and orchid, stronger than it should be from just Dustin carrying traces of her scent. My head jerks toward the door, and my breath catches in my throat.
Solana leaning against the doorway, her eyes wide as she takes in the scene before her. Her lips are parted in surprise, her cheeks flushed. But it's not fear or disgust I see in her expression. It's desire mixed with uncertainty, heat darkening her eyes as she watches us.
Then she bites her lip in a way that's purely seductive, her teeth sinking into the plump flesh, and I lose all control. My orgasm slams into me, pleasure whiting out my vision as I empty myself inside Dustin. He clenches around me, his own release following seconds later as he comes with a muffled cry against my hand.
I hold Dustin up as we both shake through the aftershocks, my cock still buried deep inside him. It takes several long moments before I can think clearly enough to pull out, reaching blindly for the rag we keep in the desk drawer. I wipe myself off quickly and stuff my cock back into my jeans, suddenly very aware of Solana still in the doorway watching us.
She blushes deeply when I look at her directly, her eyes dropping to where I'm zipping up my pants. "I've seen a cock before."
But there's a wobble to her voice that betrays her nervousness, that uncertainty creeping back in now that the moment has passed. Dustin is pulling his own pants up, his movements still slightly uncoordinated from the force of his orgasm.
"We didn't want to scare you," I say carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. Is she upset? Confused? The scent of arousal coming from her suggests neither, but I've learned not to make assumptions when it comes to Solana's comfort.
"I like that you love each other," she says quietly, her eyes moving between us.
Dustin laughs, still breathless as he leans against the desk for support. "What he's trying to say is that your scent makes us want things that might scare you."
Solana's eyes widen slightly, curiosity replacing some of the uncertainty. "Like what?"
I take a step toward her, searching her face for any sign of fear or discomfort. When I don't find any, I take another step, closing the distance between us until I'm standing directly in front of her. She has to tilt her head back to look up at me, her dark eyes holding mine.
"Like wanting more than just this morning," I say, letting my voice drop lower. "Wanting to touch you and fill you and knot you and hear those soft little sounds you make when you like something."
"Oh." The word comes out barely above a whisper, her scent spiking with arousal so strong I can practically taste it.
She takes a step backward and I immediately mirror the movement, stepping back as well, creating distance because as much as I want to close the gap between us and show her exactly what I mean, I won't push. She needs to come to us and ask for what she wants rather than us taking it from her.
"I don't know why my body is like this," she admits, her hands twisting in the fabric of her nightgown.
