His fingers make contact and the touch sends a jolt through my nervous system that has nothing to do with pain. The bond mark is wired directly into the connection between Amos and me, every nerve ending in the scar tissue linked to the mate who put it there, and when Mattaniah's fingertips trace the crescent I feel Amos' breath stutter behind the Omega in response.
"You can feel him when I touch it." Mattaniah looks up at me, his eyes wide.
"I can feel everything."
His fingers trace the scar again, slower this time, mapping the curve of it with a reverence that makes my throat tight. He leans forward and presses his mouth against the mark and the sensation pulls a sound from my chest I've never made before. Behind Mattaniah, Amos groans, his forehead dropping against the Omega's shoulder blade.
"Both of you felt that." Mattaniah's mouth moves against the scar tissue. "When I kiss it, you both feel it."
"Yes." My voice comes out rough.
He kisses it again, his lips soft against the raised skin, his tongue tracing the edge of the crescent. My hand fists in the back of his hair and my hips roll up against his weight on my lap. Amos' hands tighten on Mattaniah's hips from behind, pulling the Omega's ass back against his cock, and Mattaniah gasps against my chest.
"Don't stop." I pull his face up by the chin and the look in his eyes undoes something in me. He's kissing my bond mark because he wants to, and the only other person who has ever touched me like this is the Alpha behind him.
Mattaniah lowers his mouth to the mark again and this time he worships it. His tongue traces the full length of the scar while his hands spread across my chest, his thumbs brushing my nipples, his mouth alternating between gentle kisses and the flat press of his tongue against the sensitive tissue. Every contact sends pulses through the bond that I can feel Amos receiving because Amos' breathing goes ragged behind the Omega and his hips rock forward against Mattaniah's ass in a rhythm that matches my heartbeat.
"Niah." Amos' voice is wrecked against the Omega's shoulder. "You have no idea what you're doing to us."
"I have some idea." Mattaniah pulls back enough to look at both of us, his lips swollen, his eyes dark. "The bond goes bothways through the mark. When I touch it, Dominic feels it in his body and Amos feels it through the bond." He traces the scar one more time and watches both of us shudder. "That's why you put it here. Over the heart."
Amos laughs against his shoulder, the laugh turning into a groan when Mattaniah's fingers find the mark again.
"I need you," I tell him, my hand gripping his hip. "Both of you. Right here."
Amos undresses Mattaniah from behind while I watch, each piece of clothing removed with unhurried hands, Amos' mouth following the path of the fabric down the Omega's spine. The slick panties come off last and Amos' fingers slide through the wetness gathered between Mattaniah's thighs while the Omega stays straddled across my lap with his mouth on my bond mark.
I free myself from my pants while Amos works him open. Mattaniah's hips rock between us, forward against my cock and backward against Amos' fingers, his breathing fracturing against my chest. When Amos withdraws his fingers Mattaniah lifts his hips and reaches between us, wrapping his hand around my cock and guiding me to his entrance.
He sinks down on me slowly. The tight heat of him makes my hands grip his hips hard enough to bruise, but the pace is his, his thighs controlling the descent, his body opening around me in increments while his eyes stay locked on mine. He seats himself fully and his mouth falls open and the sound he makes is quiet and wrecked and more honest than anything he's ever said with words.
"There you go, firefly." My hands loosen on his hips and slide up his back. "Take what you need."
He rides me with a slowness that makes me grit my teeth. His hips roll in circles rather than thrusts, grinding me deep inside him, his cock hard between our stomachs. His hands brace on my shoulders and his mouth finds the bond mark again, kissingand licking and sucking at the scar while I throb inside him and the dual sensation of his body around my cock and his mouth on the bond sends me to a place I've never been during sex.
Amos presses against Mattaniah's back, his cock hard against the Omega's ass beside where I'm buried inside him. His hand slides around and wraps around Mattaniah's cock, stroking in the same slow rhythm that Mattaniah's hips are setting. The three of us move together on the floor of my office with the nest at my back and the locked door between us and the rest of the world.
Mattaniah's mouth lifts from the mark. "I love this." He says it against my chest, between breaths, his hips still grinding. "I love you. Both of you. I love that you let me touch this. I love that I can feel your bond when I put my mouth on it."
This Omega is loving us, and he doesn't even know how rare that is.
This isn't the scheme anymore. It hasn't been for a while. The thought doesn't terrify me the way it should.
I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him while Amos strokes him and his hips keep their grinding rhythm. The orgasm builds slowly for all three of us, a shared pressure that crests without urgency. Mattaniah comes first, spilling over Amos' hand with a shudder that clenches him around me. I follow seconds later, my knot swelling just enough to hold us connected while I empty inside him. Amos finishes against the small of Mattaniah's back, his groan muffled against the Omega's shoulder.
We stay on the floor for a long time. Mattaniah's head rests against my chest, his mouth close to the bond mark, his breathing slow. Amos is draped against his back, his arms around both of us, his glasses fogged from the heat between us.
When my knot deflates I clean us up with the washcloth Amos retrieves from my private bathroom. Mattaniah watches me do it with an expression that's soft around the edges, his guardlowered so far I can see the person underneath the armor his mother built.
"Dom." Amos says my name from the couch where he's pulling his shirt back on. "The navy sweater in your closet. The cashmere one."
I cross to the small closet in the corner of my office, pull out the navy cashmere sweater I keep for late nights, and bring it to Mattaniah. The Omega takes it and holds it against his chest.
"For the nest?" He asks it carefully, still testing whether this is something he's allowed to name.
"For whatever you want." I sit beside him on the floor and put my arm around his shoulders. The nest at my back has grown by three items since this morning. By tomorrow it will have grown by four.
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