I use my hold on their hair to direct their mouth to Sage’s pussy, and her gasp of pleasure is like fire in my blood. I squeeze one hand on Sage’s calf and her eyes dart to me, pleasure and excitement swimming in her gaze. Satisfied that she’s good, I return my hands to Riley’s ass. I palm each cheek and pull them apart, then slip one finger between to tease his rim.
Riley presses his ass up, wanting more, and I chuckle loud enough for both of them to hear, then tap his asshole lightly with my finger. I knead both cheeks, gripping and massaging them, and Riley sucks in strangled breaths. Sage has buried her hands in his hair and is holding him tight to her; I’ll need to keep an eye on that situation, make sure she doesn’t actually suffocate him.
Releasing my hold on him, I blow lightly across his reddened ass, delighting when goosebumps pepper his lower back and legs. Then I swing my palm, placing a fresh red mark on one cheek, then the other, over and over again until Riley is writhing and moaning, gasping and rocking against me.
“Not until she comes, beta,” I growl the reminder and Riley groans in response, tugging Sage’s hips closer as he buries his face in her pussy.
“Plshghioaweru,” he says, unintelligible gibberish pressed into Sage’s wet heat.
I’m not sure if it’s what he intended, but the vibrations from his muffled speech set her off. Sage cries out, tensing on the bed next to us and then gasping Riley’s name as she comes.
“That’s it. Just like that. That’s a good omega, a good beta,” I say, offering them both praise and encouragement. “Coming so beautifully, let me hear those cries.”
As Sage comes down from her orgasm, I slip my finger between her and Riley, using the combination of her slick and his spit to wet it, then I bring it to Riley’s back hole.
“Oh fuck,” Riley gasps when I press into him. “Yes, alpha. Yes, please.”
“You did so good for me,” I tell him. “So good for our girl. Come for me, pretty beta.”
I cup and massage Riley’s balls with one hand while my finger plunges into him, and then he’s the one crying out and clenching against me. He paints my thigh and the side of the bed with his cum, fingers clenched on Sage’s thighs still as he rides the waves of bliss.
When he’s spent and limp in my lap, I glance over to see Sage similarly limp on the bed beside us. Joy flickers through me, and surprise when I realize my own pleasure comes from theirs. I don’t want anything in return, and in fact, all I do want in this moment is to clean them both up and snuggle them to my chest.
So I do exactly that, cuddling my spent omega and beta, arranging their worn out bodies next to me so I can hold them both in my arms, one on either side of my chest. They each reach out a hand, twining their fingers together over my stomach as they twist their legs with mine. My purr is a soft, satisfied rumble in my chest, lulling all of us into a relaxed stupor.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Brooks
I’ve hardly seen Sage (apart from last night’s evening romp) since Riley gave her literally the best gift. I don’t know how we are ever going to top that, but I can’t be upset about it. Sage is so fucking happy. It radiates from her, and her scent is pure joy. She’s been spending every spare moment in the pole barn or outside in the sheep’s grassy enclosure, and I’m starting to get a little jealous of the tiny creatures.
I guess they are pretty cute, though, and I can’t fault her for wanting to care for them the best she can. She’s never had a pet before, despite always wanting one.
Every night at dinner, she chatters to us about everything she’s learned from the books and spending time with them. How the lambs are doing today, what cute things they did, what snacks they did (Daisy) and didn’t (Bramble) like, and what she’s going to do with them tomorrow. She also informs us that to have less than five in a flock is torture for the social nature of sheep, and therefore we need to get at least three more.
Or a couple goats, apparently.
I can’t tell if she’s being honest or playing us, but either way, we’re getting more animals.
I hoped to snag some time with her yesterday, but when I saw her chatting in the community garden with the other omegas, I knew I couldn’t interrupt. I’m thrilled she’s branching out and making friends in the community.
Today though, I’m back at work, right across the street from Steve and Josh’s house. I wasn’t around for a week due to Sage’s heat, and I haven’t seen anything from them since I’ve been back, despite my best efforts to catch sight of them leaving again.
As I’m trimming a row of hedges along the sidewalk, I hear that tell-tale engine as their garage door rises. I turn sideways, attempting to surreptitiously see which of them is leaving, but the sun is against me causing a glare, and I can’t make anything out.
But then the truck pulls up next to me, and the passenger window rolls down.
“Hey,” a gruff voice hollers over the obnoxious engine from the passenger seat.
I look up, trying to keep a neutral expression on my face when what I really want to do is strangle him. I put a hand up to my eyes so I can make them out, noting Steve is driving, and Josh is in the passenger seat.
Josh waves me over, and warily, I cross the few feet of sidewalk to meet them.
“You’re the one we hired that day, the one our omega took a liking to,” Josh says.
She is most certainly not their omega, but I can’t exactly yell that at them like I want to. Before I can figure out how to respond, Josh’s nostrils flare and his eyes widen.
“Wait…” he says, trialing off, then his hand is on the door and he’s pushing it open.
