Ever the good boy, he listens immediately, placing his hands on the wooden chair on the sides of Ezra’s shoulders, who smiles lovingly at our Omega. “Oh, hey, love,” he says, leaning forward and kissing James’ throat, right where my bond mark sits.
Ezra’s hand wraps around James’ cock as he strokes him slowly. I stand behind him, wrapping a hand around his throat and pullin his ear next to my mouth. “I bet you’re already so fucking slick, aren’t you?”
He groans and nods.
“Always so ready for your Alpha. You like it when I’m aggressive, when I protect what’s mine?”
“Yes,” he pants out.
My thumb is pressed against my bond mark, and I push against it roughly. “I love that you’re mine,” I tell him, biting lightly against his shoulder blade and making him shudder and lean forward slightly. Ezra is still touching him as my hand glides down between his shoulder blades and spine before gripping his ass.
His scent is so fucking thick I groan at how good it feels to be surrounded by him and knowing he’s mine. Slowly, I slide a finger inside of him, and he makes a keening noise. His forehead now rests against Ezra’s shoulder.
“More,” he tells me. Gripping his hip, I place another finger inside of him. Slick covers my fingers as I fuck him. There’s never a day that passes that I don’t thank the universe for giving male Omegas their own lubrication.
He groans and pushes his ass against my hand, and I put another finger inside of him. “Such a tight, good Omega.”
“Fuck,” James moans.
“Take a breath,” I tell him, and as soon as he does, I’m fisting myself and slowly entering his tight hole. “That’s it. That’s it. Good fucking boy,” I tell him through gritted teeth as his ass grips around my cock.
With one hand wrapped around the back of his neck and the other on his hip, my hips snap against his perfect ass. His flesh flexes against each thrust in earnest as he takes what I give him. Ezra is jerking both himself and James off as I fuck him. James’ head is tilted back, his loose, dark hair touching the knuckles of my fingers as I hold on to him.
I don’t check in, already knowing down the bond how much he is loving every second of this.
“Never get tired of this ass,” I assure him, going deep and hard, making both of us moan. He clenches around me, and I’m fucking him so hard the chair creaks with each movement.
Ezra takes over giving our Omega praise as all thoughts except breeding my Omega take over my mind. “That’s it, love. You gonna make a mess of me, yeah?” James pants and moans. “Let me see it, love. Show me how good you feel.”
James nearly shouts as he clamps around me, and his breath hitches. My abdomen tightens as I fuck into him three more times, holding back my knot as I spill into him. James falls forward onto Ezra who rubs his back. “So fucking good,” Ezra says to him. I place one hand on his back and wonder how long this sex-blissed James will last.
It’s probably my favorite form, when he’s too relaxed to worry about things or think too hard about what’s going on around him. He lets us touch him freely, and we get the intimacy we crave from him.
I knead the back of his neck as I tuck my slick-covered cock and disappointed knot back into my pants. James rubs his nose against Ezra’s collar, scenting him, and I grin. I continue rubbing the tension out of his neck when he finally sighs and sits up.
“Can we get food?” he says, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.
“Yeah, bathroom’s over there,” I say, looking at the mess that is Ezra and James. Ezra is the one who is mainly covered in both of their cum as he shrugs at me sheepishly. “Drive-through it is.”
“Good call,” Ezra says as he grabs James’ clothes and heads to the bathroom with him. I take my time putting my shirt back on properly, buttoning every button back into place before putting my jacket back on and pulling out my phone.
Dad:Hey, son, it’s been awhile. Would love to see you.
I groan and rub my jaw. I love my dad, I really do. But the man is kind of a mess. He’s been a mess since my mom passed when I was seventeen. I guess it was easier for him then because I got my inheritance when I turned eighteen. Deep down I know that he cared for my mother, I know he loved her. But he’s used to a lifestyle that I continue to pay for, even though he makes no effort to contribute to the way he wants to live.
And now he has a wife who likes money even more than he does. The moment he married Margo, I knew I hated her. You could tell she was the kind of Alpha who liked having a Beta because she thinks they’re beneath her. My dad was someone that Margo could control, and it didn’t hurt that he had money. I’m not sure if Margo knew it wasn’t exactly my father’s money, but she certainly knows now.
It seems like the woman is always sucking my ass every time I come over. It’s not that I don’t think Margo hates me, I just think she’s only kind to people when it benefits her. It’s something that I realized as soon as I met my stepsister. She was so young then, hardly someone that I thought about except in the sense that I felt bad for her.
Luna had a terrible mother, and then my dad entered the picture and hardly acknowledged her existence. I never lived under the same roof as Luna, but I always tried to do the right thing and make sure that she was provided for. If our parents weren’t going to do it for her, I was. It always gave me joy to give her things, to see the wide smile on her face when I brought a present over for her. When I showed up to her dance classes, and her graduation, even when her mother didn’t. For the longest time, it just felt like the right thing to do. It was guilt and sadness for the small little girl that had no one in her life to give her any time or love.
I’m not exactly sure when it changed for me. James, Ezra, and I have been together for two years, and I imagine that it started festering then. I started to notice Luna more in a different way, a way that made me feel sick to my stomach for the longest time. It’s not like we have a major age gap, she’s twenty-one and I’m twenty-seven. But the history there, the fact that we’re legally related always made me think something was wrong with me.
It only got worse as she started to joke with me and push back toward me. I can’t deny that I like it when she gives me shit and when she shows me attention. It doesn’t hurt that she’s also gotten so fucking beautiful or that her perfume is so sweet I know I could easily become addicted. It’s all too fucked up and complicated, and I wrote it off.
I could deal with this, I could think my stepsister is beautiful and still treat her the way I do without ever touching. But it’s only gotten harder the more and more likely she is to bond with some other pack. There’s a need to say fuck it to society and our parents to make her ours. Getting approval—no—eagerness from James to pursue her, I’ve thrown caution to the fucking wind.
Luna will be mine—ours. History and legalities can fuck themselves.
