Fucking blessed.
I wanted her to unravel for us, to let us erase every shitty day of her past and replace it with something better.
I kept pace, fucking her into another rise, chasing my own pleasure in the heat of her. What a power trip it was to hold her ankles and send her over the edge. It was really fucking heady knowing she already trusted us enough to open herself to the experience. Her trust was no small gift and I intended to treasure it.
When she came again, I stopped holding back. I let myself sink into the sensation of being buried deep in my omega, my knot swelling until she screamed, arching, turning into a panting, shaking mess.
Tucking her legs on each side of me let me lean forward and claim her mouth. “How do you want Jude to fuck you, sweetheart? Wait for his turn or knock on the back door?”
Madison let out an exhausted laugh and turned her head to see Jude better. “Back door sounds fun. What do you think?”
“Are omegas stretchier there too?”
“I don’t have anything to compare to,” she replied, “but we can ease in.”
“Have you played like that before?” I asked, endlessly curious as to what she had experienced and whether Tyler had been useless across the board.
“Um, a few times.”
“And did you like it?” I prompted.
“It was weird more than anything else, but I didn’t hate it. I just want Jude to touch me. If the back door doesn’t work, then my mouth is available, too.”
I pinched her nipple, hard enough to get her attention, but not intentionally enough to hurt. She squeaked, her gaze whipping to me. I asked again. “What do you specificallywantto do? Jude will get off one way or another, whether it’s by you or me, but if it’s not in a way that’s comfortable for you, we’re not doing it.”
“Hold up one second.” Jude stared at me with wide eyes. “You slipped that line in and you’re not going to address it?”
“Address what?” I blinked, trying to rewind what I’d said and remember. “You have to be more specific.”
“Are you bi?” Jude asked.
“Aren’t you?”
“I, um, I…don’t know?”
“Guess everyone gets to learn new things today, then.” I cradled Madison’s hips while keeping my gaze steady on Jude. “Anyhoo, I think both of you are hot as fuck, but if you don’t want to get closer than sharing our omega, that’s totally fine. You process, and Madison, you decide how your beta is getting off.”
She chewed her lip. “I mean, now I’m thinking about the two of you together, but if Ihave tofocus on the question at hand, I want to see what Jude fucking my ass is like. Maybe it’s more fun with you guys. Everything else has been, and it seems so fun in books, but I think Tyler might not have cared enough about making it a great experience.”
Madison locked her hands behind my neck and I scooped her up, turning to flop on the bed with her on top of me. I looked at Jude, his body tense, his gaze darting between us.
“You okay?”
“Uh, yeah.” He let out a nervous laugh. “I guess I’m thinking about us together now, too.”
“One thing at a time, cutie.”
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“Let’s get you inside our girl for now. Would you be more comfortable standing or kneeling?” I asked.
He nodded. “I think kneeling.”
I got another laugh out of Madison when I bucked my hips and wriggled us closer to the center of the bed, rotating around so Jude would have more room. “Lube is in the bedside table. Chafing is a bitch.”
Jude collected the bottle and settled between both of our spread legs. Madison squeaked at the first few drops and her breathing shifted instantly when Jude laid his palm over her sacrum, his thumb moving slowly out of view.
“Okay”—she swallowed hard—“already more fun.”
