I don’t have to think about it. After the day we had, after the last few months of her living under our roof? After watching her with Kit every chance I get, the answer is simple. The last time I had the same fluttery feelings, I ignored them. I don’t want to ignore them this time.
“Are you okay with that?” I ask him quietly, my cock hardening more by the arousal in his scent.
He nips my shoulder and says, “I want to see nothing more right now.”
Sam moves aside. He gives me a look, not commanding me, but to check in to see how I’m feeling. I bow my head for a moment, respecting his unspoken question just before I begin to strip. Kit helps me get my jeans off, and when my cock springs up from my boxers, I heave a sigh of relief at how free it finally feels. Kit strokes me a few times, the feeling heavenly while Opal watches on and bites her lip in the most innocent way I’ve ever seen.
“I’m right here if you need anything,” he whispers in my ear again. “Our girl wants you, Thatch. Show her how good your cock feels.”
A moan nearly escapes at that thought as I climb onto the bed and move up Opal’s body. She smiles at me, and the notion of it completely unravels me. Her fingers touch my stomach, feeling my abs there as she tilts her head back and groans.
“Of course your body is this chiseled,” she jokes, earning a laugh from me. I touch her finally, too, letting my palm slide over her stomach and up to her breast. Her nipples harden by the touch, and I can’t help but play with one curiously.
“Of course you’re this soft,” I reply, my mouth going to the bud and kissing. She chuckles but then moans, her hands goingto my hair to hold on. I take my time, feeling it out before realizing how much I really like it. Every reaction feels like a drug going directly into my veins, and my alpha growls in my chest at the idea of having more of it.
I pull my face back up to look at her, at the brightness in her eyes, and I suddenly feel very silly for hiding in the corner. My hand goes to her cheek, my mind moving a mile a minute as I think about how much this means to me. The way she’s looking at me, with nothing but trust in her gaze, causes my heart to flip.
“Thatch,” she breathes. “Kiss me.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. The moment our lips touch, it’s like fireworks going off inside my body. There’s never been anything more right as we find our groove. We revel in each other so triumphantly, and I can’t stop myself from falling just a little bit more for this girl.
“Do you want to use a condom?” I ask, making sure to hit all the basic questions.
She shakes her head. “No, Thatcher. I want to feel you.”
My alpha likes that. He likes it a lot, and I don’t ask any follow-up questions as I line myself up with her entrance. Our gazes lock as I enter her, our voices emitting a mutual garbled groan at the feeling of coming together for the first time. I’ve never felt such a thing, how it feels both empowering and exposing at the same time. Her mouth opens slightly when our hips join and I’m officially all the way inside of her. My body stops to let her adjust, but when she moves her own hips, needing the feel of me, I snap and immediately pull out and thrust back in to give her what she desires.
The feeling only gets better as my hips move against her. I can’t stop watching her expression, how she moans when I hit a certain spot inside of her, how she grips me tightly when I fasten my pace. It’s the most glorious thing to pull this kind ofpleasure out of her body. I find myself worried about lasting, because everything is so heightened, and there is so much stimulation that I’m not sure I can handle much more. Before I can even come up with a plan to help, Sam is there.
“Pull out, Thatch,” he says. Even without the bark, I follow my prime’s order, feeling immediately disoriented as I pull out of her. She whines from the emptiness, her arousal still prevalent, but then Sam’s eyes darken, and I know his alpha has plans for us. He moves in front of me, far away enough that both omegas can sit between us, and then lets out a tiny growl. “Omegas…present.”
They both move so quickly, I can barely blink. Kit moves to him, while Opal maneuvers in front of me. The next thing I know, her ass is in front of me, her back arched in a way that makes my body burn from the inside out. If I thought I had an issue before, Idefinitelyhave one now. Kit and Opal face each other in their positions, waiting patiently as they present to us with submissive sprawls. I bite my knuckle at the image of it, at their willingness, and instead of pondering about that for another second, I thrust back into Opal with a rough, garbled growl.
“Yes,” the omega moans, holding onto the sheets as I resume our previous pace. We move together, losing all inhibition as we grind and push and pull, feeling every bit of skin and pressure from the place where we are joined together. My knot hits Opal’s entrance and we both gasp at the feeling. I suddenly wish for nothing more than to be all the way inside her.
It takes a bit longer for Sam to get into Kit. He preps and fingers him in a way that leaves Kit mewling, but then they’re connected, mirroring our movements as both omegas claw the sheets and let out whimpers that make my balls tighten. I keep watching as they writhe, and I can’t stand it as I lean over Opal and nip at her neck.
“Fuck yes.” I moan at the way Opal cries out and extends her neck to me.
“Please, Alpha,” she whines at me, pulsing around my cock at the touch of my teeth to her jugular. But before I can puncture the pretty skin there, the other alpha snaps at me, morphing his voice into his scariest baritone.
“No biting,” he barks at me, and I let out a tiny alpha whine just before I shake the rut away. My presence comes back to me fully as I realize how close I was to losing it. For half a second, I am freaking out in my skin, trying not to panic as I continue to thrust inside of Opal and give her pleasure. Then I look at Kit, who is watching me with the most delicious look on his face, and the anxiety fades. His reassurance is all I need. No one is mad at me, and we’re all still focused on our pleasure as a pack.
Kit threads his fingers into Opal’s orange locks, pulling her up onto her elbows as she continues to moan through my thrusts. “Is our alpha fucking you good, Pebble?” he asks, and she squeezes around me so tightly it shoots sparks at the bottom of my spine.
“You look so fucking good taking all of his cock,” he says on a moan. “I can’t wait for you to take mine while our prime fucks your throat.” The way he speaks to her surprises me, but her response seems to come naturally. He kisses her and she deepens it, going wild. The sight of them kissing, like they’ve been doing this in secret for weeks, finally drives me overboard. I grit my teeth, trying not to finish at the sight of them reveling in each other.
Sam chuckles across from us. “Touch yourself, Opal,” he tells her, and she responds immediately to move her hand underneath her. When she touches her clit, she immediately pulses, the feeling causing my last effort to become useless. Without thinking, and with complete involuntary instinct, my knot glides into her, popping into place and adding a wholenew level of sensory overload. She lets out a squeal at the feeling, pushing back against me to thrust the knot inside of her.
“Fuck me—” I practically growl as the feeling overtakes me. It’s like when I went down on Kit, how my body bellowed on its own, but way more intense. The added pressure builds inside me and practically tosses me over the edge as we cry out at the same time. I start to come, and her body pulls taut as an omega whine escapes, finally pulling me into the depths of pleasure as my mind blacks out.
When I come to, my arms are wrapped around her stomach, my chest practically sticking to her back as my cheek rests upon her shoulder. She is breathing hard, trying to come down, and I slide my hand up to check her cheek. I’m not sure why, but the instinct feels right as I check to make sure her temperature is fine. “Are you okay, Omega?”
She preens and pushes into my touch. “I’ve never been better.”
“Right. Fucking. There—” I hear right in front of us, and we both turn to watch as Kit gets overtaken by bliss. Sam pulls him up, making him kneel as he thrusts up into him. It makes Kit more reactive, his face morphing into surprised ecstasy as he starts to come, ribbons shooting from his cock violently. My eyes focus on where his hands are grabbing Sam’s arms, realizing that he is coming without any help.
My eyes widen, unable to look away from where his cum shoots out of his cock. He cries out, his body tensing with his orgasm, while Sam finishes inside him and says more filthy, degrading things.
