“I’m very charming,” Max says.
“You’re not.”
“I definitely am. Ethan and Sloane think so anyway.”
Great, he’s coming for my Beta too. I thought I was going to come home, see my girl, get her to tell me what was going on and take the steps forward to solidify our pack. But then Max came crashing in and took us two steps back.
I still can’t wrap my mind around being around him forever, especially if he’s this fucking annoying.
“Just stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. After the heat, we’ll figure out how to make this work.”
Cause he sure as shit isn’t moving into my house. The house I wanted to ask Sloane and Ethan to move into but haven’t been bold enough to ask yet.
But after these early days of Sloane’s heat, there’s no fucking way I can have her still living here. I know I travel a lot for work, but I need her close. It’s nice that Ethan always stays local, and I can trust him with her.
Now I just have to deal with this dirty blond motherfucker.
“I’m going to go check on them.”
“They locked the door.”
I wave Max off and knock on the bathroom door with no response, which immediately has my hackles rising. Taking a chance, I graze my fingers along the top edge of the doorframe, pleased when I find the small mechanism to unlock the door.
As soon as I unlock it, I wasn’t sure what I’d walk into, but Sloane riding Ethan’s fist wasn’t it.
Ethan glances over at me, a nearly pained expression on his face.
“Thank fuck. Did you two make up?”
“Somewhat.” He narrows his eyes at me. “We won’t be having anymore altercations,” I promise him.
“My fist isn’t enough,” Ethan says as Sloane whimpers and rides his hand.
I pull down my underwear and sit my bare ass on the cold hard tile.
“Come here, Omega,” I tell her, and she immediately glances my way and stands up.
Ethan shakes out his newly freed hand as he makes sure she safely gets out of the tub. She drips water everywhere, and she notices, whining about the mess.
“I’ll take care of it, sweetheart,” Ethan says, draining the tub and grabbing one of the gray towels.
The purple towels are decoration, the gray towels are miscellaneous, and the white towels are for actually drying off.
He tosses me a white one, and I use it to dry off Sloane slightly as she straddles my lap. She’s ravenous, kissing my chest and grabbing my cock, no preamble, and shoving it inside of her wet and ready pussy.
“Mmm. You need a knot? This sweet Omega pussy needs to be stretched, doesn’t it?” I ask her.
She whimpers as she bounces on my cock. Ethan has cleaned up the mess and has his towel wrapped around his waist.
“You want your mouth full too, don’t you,liefje?”
She licks her lips, her hips shifting against me as I hold her soft ass in my hands. I let go of one cheek and fist Ethan’s towel, bringing him closer to us.
“He’s been such a good Beta, hasn’t he?” I ask Sloane, and she nods her head, tugging down his towel, his cock springing free. “He’s so good for us, so pretty. You chose so well,” I tell her, which makes her preen. “Now put his cock in your mouth, and show him how good he is.”
She does just that, fisting him at the base and licking the tip of his head. I bend my legs for more leverage so I can fuck Sloane from below. She hums and drools around his length. My gaze shifts from watching the way I fuck her pussy to her tits bouncing, her lips around Ethan’s cock, and his lean but seductive build.
“That’s it. Can you take all of him?” I ask her.
