He moves lower down my throat, and Silas is now reaching into my pants. I lift my hips so he can slide them down, and my dick juts at full attention. Silas wastes no time leaning down to wrap his lips around me. He slowly works his way down, making a full mess of me and using as much spit as he fucking pleases. “Silas,” I moan as I clutch my chair. Havoc’s hand leaves my shoulder and snakes up into my hair as he yanks my head back and kisses my lips.
“What a good boy,” he murmurs as his tongue attacks mine. His lips aren’t as soft as Silas’s, but the war in our kiss is always just as hot.
Having both their lips on me, I’m quick to come, especially when Silas works my sack as he hollows his cheeks and takes me in deeper. Fuck.
“Guys, please,” I beg as they keep coming, my cum shooting down Silas’s throat and Havoc biting and kissing my lips so rough I can’t feel where I’m beginning, and he starts.
I’m numb to them and the state of pleasure they have my body in.
“Please what, Thorne? Tell me, do you think this would work on the omega?” Silas says as he slides his mouth off my dick and launches up to kiss my lips. I can taste myself as our tongues fight for dominance, and god dammit, am I actually getting hard again? The thought of Noa’s peach scent mixing with theirs, with mine, has me getting out of my chair, pants down my damn legs, and attacking Silas. Biting and kissing his thick, soft, fucking lips.
“We don’t have time,” I whisper, knowing Silas and I have to go back to the arena soon for our checkups with the physical therapist to get cleared for the game tonight. As Havoc comes behind me again and takesSilas’s saliva from my dick, trailing his fingers across my skin to my ass, where he starts slowly opening my hole. Oh fuck.
“I think we do, pretty boy,” Silas says, shoving me down to my knees and unbuckling his pants. Havoc grunts behind me, growling at Silas before dropping to his knees too.
“He’s mine too.” Havoc’s alpha is way closer to the surface as he enters me, slowly, inch by fucking inch, and I groan. Feeling so fucking good.
“Havoc, oh, fuck.” He pulls back out and thrusts forward with a snap from his hips, making me fall forward. He grabs me by my hip to keep me upright, and I see Silas pumping his dick in front of me. I reach out for him, needing him, needing to satisfy him with every damn cell in my body, and I take him in my mouth and suck. Fucking hard, cause he’s such a damn asshole.
Soon, we are moving as one, with Havoc thrusting into me, and pushing me back and forth on Silas’s dick as I lap him up with my tongue. Silas grips my hair, and I’m so fucking turned on, my dick is hard and ready to cum again.
I get closer and closer to my peak. The pressure in my dick is about to release. Fuck, I can’t hold it together.
“Please,” I mumble around Silas, and I know theywon’t be able to understand me, but I beg anyway. Silas moans. He loves it when I try to talk around his cock.
“Mine,” Havoc mutters as his thrusts become sharp, pounding into me harder, making Silas hit the back of my throat again and again. Fuck, I’m so close.
One singular rock back onto Havoc’s cock has made my orgasm come much quicker than theirs.
They cum a few thrusts after, Havoc pulling out and cumming all over my ass as Silas does the same, coating my face. I can’t pretend I don’t fucking love being coated in them. I definitely need a shower before we get back to the arena.
“Fuck you guys,” I mumble as I stand on weak legs. “I need a damn shower.”
“But we’re gonna be late,” Silas mocks as he tucks himself back in.
“Next time you’re in the middle, jerkwad.”
“You know I love being the center of attention,” Silas laughs, and Havoc has the nerve to chuckle. They’re lucky I love them more than life itself. This Pack means everything to me, with or without an omega.
CHAPTER EIGHT
NOA
“What does one wear on a date with their scent match?” I ask Luke, Ollie’s twin and my model for my website. This was before he broke both his legs about two months ago, of course.
I spent about 30 minutes fluffing pillows and blankets on my bed for him, not that he cares so much about comfort, but I swear I saw him smile at me while I was fussing over him. Now that both my best friends are here, I can finally pick the perfect outfit for my date tonight.
This date has been on my mind all day. I couldn’t wait to close the shop so I could come home and get ready. Ollie and Luke were already waiting for me as I rushed over to my house.
“It’s gonna be a cold one, too cold for one of those sexy little numbers,” Luke says as he swishes his fingerat the mini dress I’m holding up. Ollie, who doesn’t have a single bone in her body that cares about fashion, scrolls on her phone on my bed, partially ignoring us.
Luke and Ollie are twins and truly look almost exactly alike, with short dark hair, pale skin, and hazel eyes. Ollie is androgynous, so sometimes they look so alike it’s hard to tell them apart. Especially back when Ollie worked for her mate Timber, before they got together, and she’d come see me after posing as her beta twin. That was a whole story that worked out again, but Ollie still cross-dresses here and there, and I have to focus to tell who is who.
They are pretty different, despite being twins and sharing an incredibly similar appearance. Luke likes to wear dresses and is the only one willing to model for my business. From my personal side projects with the sewing machine to quilts for Cozy Bear, Luke is always down to model anything for me. He let me use him as a dress mannequin so I could sew my first formal dress, which I gifted to Ollie. Now I’ve picked up sewing alongside quilting and crocheting, as if I needed another hobby.
“Even with tights?” I ask. Luke and Ollie were born in Nashville but grew up mainly in Michigan until they turned 18 and came back down south. So they know the kind of winters we can handle.
“Even then. What if he takes you to an outdoor restaurant? You told him scents bother you.” Olliemurmurs her agreement as she gives me a once-over. She sounds uninterested in my quest to find theperfect outfit,but I know they’d both crash my date with coats and scarves if they thought I would get too cold.
