“We’ll find her,” I say quietly, squeezing Tynan’s leg, making him acknowledge me.
It’s the last anyone speaks for hours. We eat, shower, then each find somewhere in Tally’s house where we crash out.
A hand claps over my mouth, and I go to scream out in warning, but another hand wraps around my hip, rolling me over. I barely open my eyes before I’m lost in a sea of sensations as Keegan’s strong cinnamon scent becomes even more pronounced when he tries to swallow my cock in one go.
“Fuck,” I hiss past the hand still over my mouth, my hips rising, chasing more. “We shouldn’t,” I insist, but my mouth gets filled by Ronin’s cock when his hands slide from my mouth to hold my head up.
“Your Alphas need you, Rafferty. There’s no guilt, baby, in us taking this moment.” His words bring instant relief, soothing the burning sting of remorse.
As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I find him staring down. His eyes move from mine, to my mouth that’s stretched wide around his girth. He and Keegan are moving in sync. Each time Ronin thrusts past my throat, Keegan takes me as deep as he can, and it feels fucking incredible.
Their scents rain down on me, fresh and warm decadent bitter chocolate, dappled in cinnamon, all but confirming to me my Alphas have already used each other, showered, and are here for more.
I follow their lead. I trust them both with every cell of my body. If they say we can have this time-out to be together, then that’s what I believe.
Keegan’s hands roam as much as his mouth moves. His fingers dance over my taint, taking my pleasure sky high. Ronin’s pre-come saturates my mouth, and his eyes are on my lips before he closes his eyes, sinking into the moment of his having his dick sucked by someone who loves sucking dick. One of his hands drops from the side of my face, but he doesn’t falter the speed of his thrusts. He doesn’t need to. Now that he’s shown me what he needs, I’m happy to give him exactly what it is.
The way they wind me up has always been the same. Our connection is as intense as it was the first night we found each other. I feel my orgasm coming in hard and fast. Keegan stops sucking at the same time Ronin’s knot is pressed against my lips, edging me but not letting me come.
I get lifted up, Keegan’s thighs under mine, and I whimper as he rubs the crown of his cock through my slick and over my entrance. Ronin’s hand covers the front of my throat, and he squeezes harder.
A rumbling purr falls from his chest. He’s always loved feeling himself inside my body. His hand tightens as his hips move in an inch, then out again as he toys with our shared arousal. Stars dance in my eyes, but I trust him implicitly. And when I start to get them shooting over my vision and my lungs burn with desperation, he drags his cock from my throat right at the same time as Keegan pushes his way inside my body.
I go to scream as endless pleasure heats my skin, but Ronin fills my mouth with his cock again, muffling the noises I was making. So I can hear theirs. I have auralism. The noises my Alpha’s make when we fuck gets me off as much as their bodies do.
Keegan’s hand wraps around my cock, his thumb swiping over the slick spilling down. He squeezes in warning before he jacks me off and fucks me with a relentless, frantic abandon.
“Oh god, our Omega’s sucking me so good,” Ronin groans over his shoulder.
Keegan’s only response is his filthy chuckle, and firmer grip, before he manages to say anything, so intent on making me come in no fucking time at all. “He’s so fucking tight. He’s needing my load.”
Ronin is nodding, agreeing.
Damn right, I want to feel Keegan’s climax. I want to swallow Ronin’s too.
Keegan buries himself in deeper, holds himself there, and I feel his cock pulsing as he empties himself. His hips start moving slower, but each time he’s in as far as he can, I feel him coming again. He chases his sexual satisfaction despite climaxing, jacking me off, taking me to where he is hovering still.
I whimper once. The taste of Ronin’s come hits the back of my throat, and I see stars again. My release renders me blind and out of breath, lost in the mystical presence only my Alphas can provide.
Keegan waits until my breathing returns to semi-normal before he pulls out. I hear the water in the sink start up, but Ronin’s not letting me up yet, spoiling me by dragging the tip of his cock over my lips until he’s coated them in his come. Leaving me with lips that taste like chocolate.
After Keegan quickly cleans up, they both climb in on either side of me. Ronin’s chest against my back and Keegan’s front, a place for me to rest my head. We’re out within minutes, and when we wake up for the second time, there’s a tenderness we share in sweet, slow morning kisses, but there’s also a steadiness inside my soul that brings renewed energy and focus to saving our girl.
After a shower and a pair of fresh clothes, I find my brother sitting in a bed he made of sofa pillows and cushions.
“You look better,” he says, accepting my hug.
He wiggles around, holding up his coffee cup and his laptop, making room for me to sit between his legs and lean against his chest so I can see what he’s doing. This time with my twin is as important as getting railed by my Alphas.
Ty kisses the top of my head, snatching back his nearly empty coffee, ignoring my moaning protest. I shut his computer screen.
“Any more photos?”
Tynan doesn’t answer until he’s passed back what’s left of his coffee. “No.”
I close my eyes.
“You can’t feel guilty for having sex, Raff. Despite the smile on your face, you’ll be feeling bad for it. You can’t. Tally’s made of stronger stuff. You know that, so do I. Your Alpha replacing the image burned inside his memory of that photo with you or him doing the same thing isn’t anything to feel shitty about.”
