So he’d feel the slippery fabric under his soft skin.
So he could really appreciate the view of Jack climbing onto the mattress and crawling over Arden the whole way. Staring at him.
Jack stopped once he was braced fully over Arden, who lay beneath him, panting wildly.
Reaching down, Beckett touched Arden’s chin. Arden blinked up at him, the whites showing around the large grey irises. “All right, pet?” Beckett asked. For Arden’s sake, and for Jack’s.
“Yes,” Arden said. It was a bit of a warble, but it was buzzing with enthusiasm.
Jack and Beckett both smiled.
Arden made a cross noise and reached for Jack, trying to tug him down and close the gap between their bodies. Arden was practically fluttering with quick, short breaths and twitches. Jack’s breathing, in contrast, was deep and slow. Contained. Beckett saw the wildness in him coalesce to a single, focused point.
He knew what it was like. He’d felt it himself, when he was taking Arden the first time and Jack was there. The primitive knowledge that another alpha was looking out, and Beckett was free totake.
He got to give that to Jack, now.
He settled back.
Slowly, big body tensing and releasing in a show of beautiful control, Jack lowered over Arden. As their naked skin touched, Jack let out a subvocal growl of satisfaction.
Arden made another of those peculiar little hums he was prone to making when he liked something. He flung his arms around Jack’s neck and tried to haul him in closer. Jack, of course, wouldn’t be hurried.
He flexed over Arden as he eased his weight down, securing Arden in place. His buttocks and upper thighs bunched as he worked his hips between Arden’s thighs, and he laid his forearms either side of Arden’s head.
It was the most arousing thing Beckett had ever seen.
Jack took Arden’s parted, panting mouth in a tender kiss.
Gods.
They were beautiful.
Jack lifted away and slid Beckett an intently sexual look. Beckett had been hard enough, thanks; at that, his cock jerked and his stomach twisted.
And oh, Jack liked that, didn’t he? His omega husband beneath him, nervously panting for more. His alpha lover watching, wanting.
Beckett licked his lips and took hold of his cock.
Jack began to smile, and both of them were startled when Arden slapped out an ungraceful hand and hit Beckett’s thigh.
“Should I…?” he said, digging his fingers in and…was he trying to drag Beckett closer? “Um. Should I be doing that while…?”
“No, pet. I’m enjoying myself right fine from here. This is you and Jack, now.”
Arden huffed, fingers flexing on his thigh.
“Don’t be greedy,” Beckett said, knowing that it would rile him up. “We’ll work up to you taking us both at the same time.”
Arden responded predictably with an outraged little gasp.
Jack laughed and fell on him, kissing his face all over.
Arden loved that.
Lovedit.
Jack’s playful kisses turned slow and lingering; one on Arden’s forehead, one to close each eye, and one to settle on his soft lips.
