I pull my hands away from her thighs, settling them on my knees instead. I keep a careful distance, denying my nature even when every instinct in my blood screams at me to pull her flush against my chest, bury myself inside her, and never let go. The restraint is agonizing.
Sandra opens her eyes, a flicker of confusion and hurt crossing her beautiful features at my sudden retreat. Her sweet jasmine scent sours a bit with the sting of perceived rejection.
I can't let her think that. I reach out, catching her hand and bringing her knuckles to my lips. "Don't look like that." I keep my voice rough but gentle, tracing the delicate bones of her wrist. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I want you so much my teeth ache. But I'm terrified, Sandra."
Her brow furrows. "Terrified of what? Jet, it's just me."
"I'm too big." I look down at her swollen stomach, then back up to her eyes, letting her see the raw vulnerability I keep locked down tight. "I'm terrified of putting too much weight on you. Of crushing you or hurting the baby. I can't risk it. The traditional ways we do this just aren't safe right now."
The hurt vanishes from her eyes, replaced by a deep, melting warmth. She turns her hand over, tangling her fingers with mine.
Oli senses the shift in the air. The golden-haired Omega moves closer, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind to offer his own support. He looks up at me over her shoulder. His green eyes understand my internal battle.
"We can work around your size, Jet." Oli pats the empty space on the plush cushions right in front of Sandra's knees. "You don't need your weight to make her feel good right now. Worship her a little. It always helps her relax, and it will help you get out of your own head."
I don't need to be told twice. I crawl forward, settling between Sandra's bent knees. I push the hem of her oversized sweater up, exposing the tight stretched skin of her bump. I lean down, pressing soft, reverent kisses all over the curve of her stomach. The baby bumps against my lips, a solid, distinct kick from the little life growing inside. A wave of adoration tightens my chest.
I trail my kisses lower, hooking my fingers into the elastic waistband of her maternity leggings. I pull them down her hips, dragging her cotton underwear with them, and toss the garments out of the nest. I part her thighs with gentle, careful hands. She is flushed, her skin radiating a beautiful, feverish heat. She is slick with arousal.
Oli shifts, sliding out from behind Sandra to lie beside her in the center of the nest. He sheds his gray sweatpants and underwear in one fluid, graceful motion, tossing them aside. He settles close, his slick, aching length resting against his flat stomach. His bright green eyes lock onto mine, burning with a clear, wicked invitation.
I position myself between them, dropping my head to take Sandra in my mouth.
Sandra lets out a high, stuttering gasp. She arches her back, her fingers digging deep into the plush pillows beneath her. I use my tongue to map her swollen folds, establishing a slow, gentle rhythm. She tastes sweet, like her jasmine scent.
I reach out and wrap my fingers around Oli's hard length. I set a firm, steady pace, stroking him in perfect time with the deliberate, sweeping movements of my tongue against Sandra's core.
Oli throws his head back into the pillows, a breathy moan escaping his lips. He leans over, catching Sandra's parted lips and pulling her into a deep, messy kiss to muffle their shared sounds. Their dual Omega scents crash together in the enclosed space of the nest. The rich jasmine and the bright honeysuckle blend into a thick, intoxicating fog that fills my lungs.
I swap my focus, wanting to give them both my absolute devotion. I pull back from Sandra, replacing my mouth with two fingers. I slide them into her wet heat, curling upward to maintain the same agonizing pressure on her sensitive front wall. I shift my head, leaning over to take Oli deep into my mouth.
Oli's hips snap up to chase the friction. His hands tangle in my salt-and-pepper hair to hold me in place.
I alternate between them, consumed by the taste and feel of my Omegas. I swap my mouth and my hands, pushing them both higher and higher. The sight of them together, sharing touch and comfort while I service them makes my arousal spike to an almost painful degree. It hits every possessive, protective button in my Alpha brain.
They are mine, and they are beautiful together.
Their breathing turns ragged. Sandra's thighs tremble against my arm, and Oli's hips lift higher off the cushions, chasing the edge. I pull back right before either of them reaches the peak, leaving them panting, flushed, and desperate for a real release.
I sit up, shedding my dark jeans and boxer briefs in a hurried rush, tossing them out of the nest. My thick length springs free, heavy and throbbing with a desperate ache. I want to claim them both. But I look at Sandra's beautiful, round stomach resting against the pillows, and the logistical reality of my earlier confession returns in a sudden rush. The traditional missionary position is out of the question. I'm still too heavy. I cannot risk putting any of my weight on her or the baby.
"I've got this." Oli reaches out, catching my wrist with a firm grip.
Oli shifts his position with practiced ease. He guides Sandra until she is lying comfortable on her left side. He takes the time to arrange the thick memory foam pillows under her heavy stomach to support the weight, and wedges another firm pillow between her knees to keep her hips aligned and pain-free.
Oli moves in behind her. He lines himself up and pushes his slick length into her wet, welcoming entrance.
Sandra lets out a long, shuddering breath of pure relief, her head dropping back against the velvet pillows as he fills her.
I watch them connect. A heavy, possessive heat floods my veins, driving my arousal higher. I’ve had a gut feeling they spent time together when the rest of us were out, sharing a unique bond only Omegas can understand. But seeing it happen right in front of me, watching Oli claim her while she sighs in absolute bliss, satisfies a deep, primal urge I didn't even know I harbored. They belong to each other just as much as they belong to Ross, Caleb and me.
Oli looks over his shoulder at me. He rests his hands on Sandra's hips, anchoring himself against her back to keep her steady. "Come here, Alpha. Right behind me. I will take all of your knot."
The brilliant logic of the position hits me. Oli acts as the perfect, sturdy buffer. I can be connected to them, sharing the intimacy of the act, without risking a single ounce of pressure on Sandra's delicate frame.
I kneel behind Oli. I line my thick cock up with his tight, slick entrance. I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his waist. I push my hips forward with a steady pressure, sinking deep into his tight, heated core until we are flush.
Oli lets out a wrecked, breathy moan, his head dropping back to rest against my shoulder.“Fuck, I feel incredible from both ends, we’ll be doing this again.”
