Which is a good sign. I think.
Auryn tries to get up, but Gage pulls her back into the nest with a growl.
“Five more minutes,” he mutters. I look at the two of them, at the way his hand holds her close, and the faintest whine escapes my throat. Auryn looks at me curiously. I absent-mindedly adjust my cock, which is now completely hard.
“What?” I ask, my voice coming out raspier than it should.
“No vanilla,” she says with a frown. A perfumed burst of lemongrass fills the air.
Her omega is looking at me with dilated pupils, and Gage must scent her too, because his hand on her stomach slides down beneath Olly’s boxers.
My cock twitches, and I bite my lip. Fuck, I never thought I’d be so happy to be hard.
To know that Icanstill get hard. That I can knot.
That those bastards didn’t ruin me completely.
No vanilla…so that must mean…
“Guess I’m all alpha now,” I say with a grin. Auryn’s mouth opens to speak, but the perfume speaks for itself as her body loosens, and I can smell the arousal on her. I watch as inches from me Gage’s hand moves underneath the fabric of her borrowed boxers, and I know without having to ask he’s got at least two fingers buried inside of her.
I probably should just leave them be, but fucking hell…I’m hard, and I want to come. I want to knot my girl again. And again until I can’t because I’m tapped dry.
Just knowing I can fuck her, that I can come through the pain, is an aphrodisiac all on its own.
So I lean back on the bed, grab Auryn by the throat and kiss her, thrusting my hardness against Gage’s covered hand.
“Five more minutes sounds good to me,” I say, running my hands up beneath Olly’s shirt.
Auryn’s lemongrass scent mixes with Olly’s faint rain scent, and bourbon blankets the air. I know alphas can’t perfume, but it almost feels like Gage’s scent is stronger than it’s ever been. Or maybe I’m just noticing it more. Maybe it’s those last trappings of omega chemicals, or maybe it’s just knowing that I like that scent more than I ever thought I would.
I fully expect Gage to continue his assault on Auryn, but he removes his hand.
Rude.
I don’t let up on Auryn, though. I kiss her, squeeze her tits underneath her shirt, fingers pinching her nipples until she’s moaning in my mouth. Precum coats my cockhead, and I groan into her mouth, and then I feel him.
Gage grabs my cock and squeezes me, but it’s not hard like I’d expect his grip to be. Instead, it’s gentle. Like he’s afraid I’ll break. And I admit, I tense when I feel his thumb slide over my raised scar, which pulls me out for the moment, and I wince.
“Sorry,” he says, pulling his hand back, but my own stops him.
No, you’re good, just uh…wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”
Auryn buries her face in my neck and whines. I hold Gage’s hand in mine, my gaze locking onto his as I remember the last time he’d touched me he hadn’t been so gentle. My cock twitches in his hand at the thought.
“Just uh…don’t overthink it. Do what feels right. I’ll tell you to stop if I want you to stop.”
The words are foreign but also deeply comfortable. I’ve been in this pack for years. Gage has been my alpha for a long time. I trust him probably more than I trust anyone. Something shifts in his gaze, and he nods, resuming his motions on my cock. With my free hand I slide it beneath Auryn’s boxers, finding her just as soaked as I expected.
Part of me is aroused at the idea of making her come in Olly’s underwear, while the other part of me is aroused by all the things surrounding me. The smells, the moans, the nest and its soft blankets and pillows—the latter I am sure is some leftover stain from the omega chemicals, because I’ve never cared about fucking sheets in my life. Sure, I like clean ones as much as the next guy, but I swear the dirtier this nest gets the more I fucking love it. It’s going to suck when Olly does the laundry again…
Auryn purrs as she kisses me, and her gasp in my throat combined with Gage’s curse, lets me know he's not far off either. I scramble to get my bearings. He grinds against her from behind, pushing her onto my fingers and the bed squeaks as we chase our morning orgasms.
Together, which shouldn’t feel so…normal?
Gage’s hand pumping my wet, hard cock while I fingerfuck my alpha should not feel normal, but I swear it’s like it’s always been this way even if it wasn’t.
I grimace slightly as my knot fills, and Gage stops.
