BEAU
Archer’ssoft mewl of need has my stiff cock throbbing, his slick still coating my lips and tongue.
God, that was hot. Tasting him and listening to the noises Ruby wrung from him was better than any other sex I’ve had in my life, and I haven’t even touched myself. I was this close to coming in my pants if we’d kept going for much longer.
The beautiful, only slightly relieved omega lies sprawled on the mattress, his dark hair stuck to his damp brow and his chest rising and falling in rapid breaths like he just ran a marathon. I trace the light dusting of hair from his navel down to the dark curls between his thighs and flush as I watch with rapt focus as his cock swells back to full attention.
My mouth waters. “Do you want me to go down on you?” It’s embarrassing how my voice quavers a little. “I’m sure I won’t be as good as Ruby, which you probably guessed by how much of an amateur I was at… licking you.” My cheeks burn, and I regret opening my mouth rather than letting Ruby continue to direct me.
“You’ve never done that before?” Archer asks, brow furrowing.
“Uh, no.” When the line between his brow deepens, I feel compelled to continue. “But I loved it.”
Ruby arches a brow at me. “Is this your first time with a man?” There’s no judgment in her tone, but a lot of curiosity.
Dammit, I really was hoping to do this and not have it come up, because I don’t want Archer to think I’m not interested in him. I had to open my self-deprecating mouth.
I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah. I’m bi but I’ve never, uh, had the opportunity to…”
Ruby’s head tilts. “Not even with your pack?”
There’s an unpleasant lurch in my stomach at the mention of them. The memory of Jace sneering at me during Heather’s first heat, and telling me not to be such a fag when he caught me looking at his dick, rises unbidden.
Stop.
I don’t want to think about them. Not here, when I’m in a beautiful nest with two perfect omegas that smell like mine, and who, against all odds, seem alright with my loser ass being a part of the heat. Who won’t mind at all that I’m attracted to all genders.
“No.” The word is harsh from my lips. More bitter than I wanted it to sound.
“How long has it been since you broke up with them?” Archer asks, reaching a hand out to touch my fingertips. He’s being so sweet when I know he’s in pain and the focus should be on helping him feel good, not my sexual history.
“About eleven years.”
“Wait, hold on, it’s been eleven years and you’ve never been with a man in the intervening time?” I flush at Ruby’s question and she grimaces. “Sorry, that was rude. I’m not judging. I just don’t get it.”
“What is there to get?” I ask with a frown.
“Is sex not important to you? No judgment if it isn’t.”
I scoff. “No, I want sex. Why do you think I subscribe to you?”
Ruby rolls her eyes. “Jerking off and having sex are two different things. Plenty of folks masturbate and enjoy porn, but don’t seek out sex.”
“I want sex!” I huff, agitated by all the questions. “I like men and I want sex.”
“Okay, so that brings me back to the question of why it never happened. You’re kind and funny—once you get past the nerves—and you’re sexy as hell. You could’ve gotten laid a hundred times over in eleven years, by as many guys as you wanted.”
“What? What are you talking about?” I scoff. “I’m not sexy. You’re saying that because I’m your scent match.”
“No, I’m not. I couldn’t smell you at the restaurant, and I thought you were attractive right away. Anyone with taste would think you’re hot, Beau.”
Archer nods, giving me a shy smile. “You’re very sexy.” He bites his lower lip, voice growing softer. “Exactly what I’d hoped for in an alpha.”
“I… I am?” My head is spinning, and it’s not just from the combined scent of these omegas.
“Yes,” Archer breathes, the word almost a whine.
“What do you want from your alpha?” I ask, the interrogation about my sexual experiences forgotten as my alpha hones in on giving Archer what he needs.
