Because it’s not entirelyhim.
His burnt cherry-vanilla scent perfumes the air, and I freeze. Is he….
Is he perfuming forme?
Auryn crawls closer to us, watching with dilated pupils and curiosity. “You want my beta to make you feel better?” she asks, her voice heavy and commanding.
Emmett lets out a grunt. “I want to fuck you.”
“How bad do you want to fuck our om—” I clear my throat. “Our alpha?”
“One hundred.”
I rub his swollen knot slowly, carefully. His hardness twitches in my hand. The sound of wet skin and liquid echoes in the air.
“Auryn are you wet right now?” I ask.
She purrs. Loudly. “Yes.”
“Take off your clothes.” The words are direct. There is no question. I keep my gaze trained on Emmett, but I can see her doing so in my peripheral vision.
“Fuck,” he says, and I feel his precum blossom against my thumb.
“Okay, Emmett, I need you to relax,” I say, running one hand down his back while keeping the other massaging his heavy knot. It’s getting bigger, which is a good sign.
“I’m trying!” he bites, sucking air through his teeth.
“Kiss Auryn,” I order. I know he will need a distraction for what I do next. But it will help him relax. I just know the shock will jolt him, and I don’t want him to react to me.
Auryn pulls him close.
“That’s it,” I soothe. “Good boy, Em. You’re doing so good right now.”
A whine escapes him. I pull my hand back from massaging him, grabbing for more lube. I slather the cool liquid over his backside, over my hands. Auryn kisses him deeply, shifting her body beneath him. I suck in a breath and count to three, bracing for him to throw me off.
I slide my finger along his crease and purse my lips. Here goes nothing…
I slip my finger into his hole, and he nearly flies off the bed.
“The fuck, Olly!” he bites, just as I find his prostate. I curl my finger, pressing against it with one hand, while grabbing his dick with my free hand and resuming my massage. His knot is heavy.
“Oh, my God!” he whines, backing his rear against me like he wants more.
“How’s the pain now?” I ask, massaging his prostate at the same time I massage his knot.
“I don’t know…” he whines. “Three?”
“Three is good,” I say. “You’re pretty swollen.”
“He needs to come,” Auryn says.
I nod.
“Is it going to hurt?” Em asks shakily.
“At first, yes.” I don’t lie to him. “But once you clear your knot, the inflammation should lessen. Which should make sex with our alpha a much more pleasurable experience.”
“Do you want Olly to make you come?” Auryn asks. I still at her words.
