I smile and lean in to kiss him, the remnants of Beau’s custard and burnt sugar taste on his tongue. Fuck, they taste so good together. “Good boy.”
We both moan as I sink inside him, the girthy toy going in with ease now that Beau’s cock has already stretched him a few times.
“Fuck,” the alpha curses, staring down at where I’m entering Archer. “God, you both are so perfect.”
That warm, fluttery feeling is back at his praise. “You hear that, sweetheart? Your alpha thinks you’re perfect when you beg for your omega to fuck you.”
Archer whines, his cock leaking so much pre-cum and slick that it’s pooling at the base. The sound goes directly to my clit, and I wish I had something filling me up too.
Next time I’ll have Beau fuck me while I’m inside Archer. Maybe that’s a little selfish, using his dick when Archer needs it for his heat, but I don’t think either of them will mind. I get the impression that they’d both do anything I asked of them, and my inner omega, the part of me that always craves devotion and adoration, fucking loves it.
When Archer lets out a stream of moans and soft pleas, Beau takes pity on him, wrapping a hand around the omega’s straining cock and pumping him in time with my thrusts.
This is one of my favorite things in the world. Having an omega come undone because I’m fucking them. Seeing how pretty they look lost in the throes of pleasure, telling them how special and lovely they are, appreciating them for thegiftthey are. And now that I’m with my scent-matched omega, there are no words for the joy I feel.
It’s like everything before now was practice so I could be the partner Archer needs. Someone who knows how to take care of him and cherish him the way he deserves. I didn’t expect there’d be a giant alpha by my side while I was doing the cherishing, and the Ruby of earlier today who didn’t believe an alpha like Beau exists would be loath to admit it, but him being here makes it all the better.
Especially with how entranced Beau is by me pegging the life out of our sweet omega.
I find an angle that makes Archer gasp and nod, eyes hooded with pleasure as I thrust inside him.
“Such a good omega,” Beau says softly. Tentatively. I don’t think he’s experienced with being vocal during sex, but he’s doing a great job adapting to our needs.
He’s rewarded with a loud moan from Archer, who exposes the long column of his throat to him. Beau groans and sucks at it, but there’s not even a flicker of worry in me he’ll take things too far and sink his teeth into Archer. He cares far too much to let alpha urges ruin this.
My orgasm takes me by surprise as I think about just how good an alpha Beau is. How I convinced myself that I’d never find an alpha who would want me as I am, yet here he is, better than anything I could’ve imagined. Tears well in my eyes as I bring Archer along with me, sinking the knot of the dildo inside him and watching as he spills all over Beau’s fist.
“Beautiful,” Beau rasps, kissing Archer’s throat again, then locking eyes with me.
The intensity I find behind his gaze takes my breath away.
I know I’m beautiful. I don’t need an alpha to confirm that for me. But that doesn’t stop how the word feels like a balm to the fissures in my heart from years of being told I’d never be wanted or loved if I was too loud, too bold, too fat, too alternative, toomuch.
I kiss him, hard and desperate, and Beau sighs against my lips like he needed this as much as I do. Archer whines a little from me crushing him between us, and I giggle, pulling back to kiss him in apology.
He smiles at me, a little cum-drunk. “So, so beautiful.” He turns as best he can to look at Beau. “You too. So beautiful.”
Beau snorts. “Thanks.”
“Mmm, you both are so sexy, it’s not fair.” Archer’s voice has a hint of whine and his dick is already perking up again.
I meet Beau’s eyes, where his exhaustion is starting to show. I’m sure I’m not much better, given that we’re on day three with no sign of the heat easing. We’re all covered in cum and slick, despite our best efforts to keep our omega fed and clean in the brief periods he’s sated.
“Alright, it’s time.” I was holding off from using the sleeve because I have a feeling once Archer experiences it, that’s all he’s going to want, and even my slick-soaked pussy can only take so much when I’m not in heat.
Beau nods. “Yeah, I think so.”
Archer cocks a brow. “Time for what?”
“A special treat for our very good, beautiful omega,” I murmur, kissing him again before drawing away to grab the lock sleeve. When I spread my legs to put it in, he crawls across the nest, ready to bury his face between my thighs again, but I nuzzle him away. “Patience, sweetheart.”
He whines and Beau comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing him breathless as I get the toy situated. Archer is going to pass out when he comes, so I roll over onto my side and smile back at him.
He positions himself behind me, hooking my leg over his arm and sliding in with one slow thrust that has us both groaning. He moves inside me lazily, eventually letting go of my leg to palm my breasts, murmuring about how much he loves my body.
Beau watches for a bit, then joins, spooning Archer, who moans his appreciation when the alpha enters him.
It’s slow and sweet and so perfect, I almost don’t want it to end. But we all need some rest, so when Archer’s movements grow more frantic as he rocks inside me and back onto Beau’s cock, I know it’s almost time.
