“It’ll be better once we get naked and sweaty, don’t worry.” I wink at him, and his flush deepens. God, he’s so fucking cute. I can’t wait to see him flush all over. “Can I get you naked now, sweetheart?”
His eyes widen, but a second later he nods, and scrambles to tear his sweater off. Archer curses when it gets stuck on his head,and I suppress a laugh at his eagerness. Beau steps forward to help him, moving behind the struggling omega to guide his arms up over his head and slip the sweater off.
Archer’s breath hitches as he realizes he’s surrounded by us, and Beau goes to take a step back, but I reach out around Archer and grip his wrist.
“Stay. I need your help,” I murmur in a gentle command to the alpha.
His throat works, and he nods.
I move closer to Archer, guiding Beau’s hand to the hem of the omega’s undershirt as I tease my fingers across the waistband of his pants.
Archer sucks in a shuddering breath, and I meet his gaze. “This okay?”
His “yes” comes out on an exhale, like it’s a relief to him that he’s comfortable with what we’re doing.
I move my focus over to Beau as he pulls Archer’s shirt off. “Okay for you too?”
His brow furrows at the question. Not upset, but confused.
An irrational amount of anger spikes inside me. Has no one ever bothered to check in with him for his consent?
“Is it?” I ask again, firmly.
He nods. “Yes. Is it okay for you?”
That earns him a smile. “Mmm, absolutely yes. It’ll be even more okay when I can taste our sweet omega.”
Archer whines, and I chuckle. “You want my mouth on you, sweetheart?”
“Fuck yes, please.”
“Take his pants off,” I order, and Beau’s hands go to Archer’s belt right away, arms wrapped around the omega’s waist from behind.
Fuck, his willingness to listen and let me lead things is a potent rush. I can’t wait to see what else he’ll do if I ask.
“Like this?” I ask Archer, leaning in to press my lips to his elegant throat, kissing the heated skin once, then sucking on it. I hum at the sweet, subtle taste of him, a hint of what his slick will be like.
He arches against me with a gasp. “Yes. More, please.”
I smile against his skin. “So polite.” There’s the clink of his belt buckle coming undone, and the rustle of fabric as Beau works on taking off Archer’s pants, but I don’t look down yet.
Instead, I slide my lips up to his jaw, pressing another kiss there as I thread a hand in his hair. Archer moans, and Beau lets out a soft curse. The sounds they’re making are like music to my ears, stoking my arousal higher.
“You know, I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time,” I confess, pulling back a bit to meet Archer’s hooded gaze.
“God, me too.” A second later, his eyes widen. “Wait, youdid?”
“Of course I did. It’s all I could think about when we stayed up way too late talking, the game all but forgotten as I imagined the things I’d like to do with the adorable, hilarious omega on the other side of the chat.”
“Fuck, Queen—Ruby, that’s…” Archer doesn’t finish his thought, closing the distance between us and letting his lips do the talking.
I moan against his mouth, surprised by the force and heat of his kiss. His tongue slides into my mouth as he presses closer, swiping against mine, and my body lights up with the need to feel his mouth on me everywhere.
Archer clings to my arms as Beau helps him step out of his pants, and then he’s grinding against me, his cock stiff and insistent behind a thin layer of silky fabric.
“Fuck me,” Beau curses under his breath, and I pull back from the kiss to see what’s got him so worked up.
He’s staring at Archer’s ass, and I don’t blame him.
