If Arden wanted an eye-fucking to go along with a good hard dicking, Beckett would be the one to provide. If he wanted to wind his arms around someone’s neck and bounce around on their lap, he could bounce on Beckett’s.
If he wanted to be held down and consumed?
Couldn’t get better than Jack.
Jack curled over Arden, caging him and revelling in it. He turned Arden’s face gently to Beckett.
Arden’s cheeks were poppy red, his eyes startlingly bright. Beckett brushed the unruly russet hair out of his lashes and his mouth, then tweaked his chin.
Arden didn’t even respond. He was utterly dazed. It was adorable.
Beckett glanced up at Jack, and he nodded.
CHAPTER 39
BECKETT
Jack made another of those deep rumbling sounds. Beckett and Arden both shivered with it, and didn’t that have Jack looking smug? Beckett flashed him a grin. He wasn’t sure Jack noticed—he was almost as dazed as Arden at this point.
Beckett’s grin faded. Yeah, he’d have to wrangle Jack through this. To a greater extent than he or Jack had first thought, he reckoned.
He was up for it.
Jack rocked over Arden once, twice, three times.
Arden blinked at Beckett, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out to rub gently over Arden’s hot mouth. If he wasn’t already gone for this sweet man, the little kiss Arden gave to the tip of Beckett’s thumb would have done it.
Jack pushed his upper body up and off Arden, exposing his slender back and quivering shoulders as Jack took hold of his cock and notched it between Arden’s cheeks. Arden’s eyes flared wide and he held his breath.
Head hanging, attention locked on Arden’s arse, Jack slid through the snug channel of Arden’s tight cheeks a few times.Suddenly, he took hold of his cock and angled it down, drawing his hips back.
“Easy,” Beckett said at once.
“Yeah.” It was barely more than a grunt.
“Jack.”
“Yeah.”
Jack’s hips fidgeted about and Arden caught his breath as Jack got himself notched. He held still for a moment, then began to enter Arden in soft little pulses. His hips curled back and forward, back and forward. Slow, controlled.
“Good,” Beckett said.
Jack’s jaw was tense. He tightened his buttocks and pushed a little harder. Still slow, but firmer now. Making demands.
An omega was built different from an alpha, which Jack was about to find out. You didn’t have to fight your way in. Arden’s arousal and the way Jack was leaking would have him slipping in?—
“Uhn.”
Beckett smiled. Yeah. Easy, like that.
Arden hummed and squirmed a bit.
Beckett checked Jack’s expression. “Hold on,” he said, sliding a quick hand over Jack’s abdomen, pressing flat under his navel.
Jack grunted but did as Beckett said.
“You still got to go slow-like.”
