SIXTY-TWO
Tony
I’D PREPPED FOR JEZ’Sheat in several ways, not all of which had involved a butt plug and copious amounts of lube. That didn’t mean I’d truly understood what I was getting into.
At least I’d been right about one thing—seeing a pack of alphas completely off the leash was hot as hell. It was so different now than it had been when Gage and I rescued Heath and Jez from the silos.
Even at his worst, I hadn’t exactly beenscaredof Heath when he was in that awful, chemically induced rut. But I’d been scared shitless ofotherthings. Like, y’know, vengeful mob goons with guns.
Worse, seeing Heath mated to Jez—seeing how wrapped up they were in each other, and how possessive they were acting—had convinced me that there was no future for me and Heath.
I sort of wished I could go back in time and reassure Past Tony that things would work out way better than I could have dreamed. I could also have used the chance to warn myself that letting an alpha force prostate orgasms out of me until I fainted from exhaustion—while super-hot at the time—did result in a killer headache afterward.
And, erm... some other interesting aches, as well.
That part had happened on day two, after which I’d woken up naked in my own bedroom to find Gage camped out nearby in a chair.
“Good morning. Did you have fun?” he asked wryly.
Despite my best efforts, I immediately flashed back to the feeling of choking on his cock while helplessly pumping out what had felt like gallons of jizz, my ass stretched around an alpha knot that was probably classified as a dangerous weapon in several jurisdictions. My dick gave an exhausted twitch of interest, only to remember how hard it had been working for the past two days and give up in defeat a moment later.
“Yes,” I said meekly.
Gage sighed, and pressed electrolytes and a ham sandwich on me, pinning me with a meaningful gaze until I finished them.
“Good boy,” he told me when I was done. “Now, take a hot shower, pop some aspirin, and get at least eight hours of sleep before you come back to the nest. Oh, and maybe hold off on the butt sex for a while.’
“But Ilikebutt sex,” I protested.
“Yeah, we noticed,” he said. “Shower. Drugs. Sleep. See you in a few hours, cub.”
Before I could whine about it anymore, he leaned over and tongue-kissed me like he was attempting to diagnose tonsilitis by feel alone. A large hand wrapped around my overworked cock, squeezing and milking it until I whimpered into the mouth covering mine.
Then he was gone, leaving me lying on my oversized bed with the ceiling spinning lazy circles overhead.
“Fuck,” I said hoarsely, and promptly fell asleep for ten hours straight.
After a belated shower and some belated pain relievers, I shrugged into a bathrobe and stumbled down to the kitchen,where I made whatever you called a meal that felt like breakfast but was happening at four-thirty p.m.
Fed, bathed, and rested, I grabbed a couple of poppers and a fresh bottle of lube from my stash, stuffing everything into the robe’s oversized pockets. Nat might have been blushing beet-red during the conversation we’d had over video a few days previously, but his suggestions for how to cope as a beta male in a heat nest with a pack of horny alphas had been spot-on so far.
Well... except for the ‘passing out from coming too much’ thing. He hadn’t mentioned that possibility.
The sound of Jez’s rhythmic, high-pitched cries greeted me as I approached the nest. The door was open, which was just as well since she didn’t sound like she was in any condition to open it and invite me in.
Working on the assumption that I had a standing invitation as long as her heat lasted, I sidled inside and found her on hands and knees, getting plowed into the cushions by Heath while Knox held her by the hair and rubbed the tip of his dripping dick over her face and lips.
It was still...weird, watching a woman getting fucked right in front of me. And that was before you factored in the part where the woman in question was Jez, and one of the guys doing to fucking was my boyfriend as well as hers.
But it was also affecting, in a way that heterosexual porn hadn’t been when I was a kid and still figuring myself out.
“You doin’ okay, cub?” Gage asked. “Did you have a good sleep?”
