Jordy nodded.
It was quiet again, but for some reason, it didn’t feel awkward anymore. The reason being the rum, most probably. I was getting quite comfortable with what I’d seen them do…and curious.
I breathed in the heat from the glass and said, “Do you guys, like, go all the way?”
Jordy didn’t even blink. “You mean, do we fuck?”
“Do you?”
Monty sighed. “Rarely. Which is a shame because I love a dick up my ass just like the next person. But the prep is a hassle.”
“The prep?”
“No self-cleaning or self-lubricating holes here. I have to prepare before I shove something up there.”
“Oh.” I chuckled. “Of course.”
“And he eats junk,” Jordy quipped.
“Pardon me, so I don’t have the fiber intake and metabolism of a vegan yoga guru.” Monty waved with his glass, the golden liquid sloshing. “Besides, lots of omegas do need douching and artificial lubricants, and it would be a lot easier for them if it weren’t such a taboo to talk about it.”
“True that.” I swallowed and groaned as the rum burned down my throat. I could get pleasantly tipsy from this stuff. “I just thought most alphas don’t like a dick up their ass.”
Monty grinned. “Maybe they would love it if they tried. But then they would have to let go of the bullshit idea that taking it is somehow humiliating. Which”—he lifted a finger—“is rooted in their conviction that people who get fucked are inferior to peoplewho do the fucking. Everyone likes different stuff; nothing wrong with that. But beware that if an alpha gets all huffy and puffy about the mere idea of taking something up the ass, deep inside, he thinks you’re less than him because you’re an omega.”
I turned to Jordy, who was quiet. But then, with Monty, he would have to be quiet most of the time.
“Did you try it?”
“Yeah. Didn’t like it.”
“No?”
He shrugged. “Hurt like fuck.”
My eyes bulged. “Really?”
Monty leaned back, sprawling in his seat like he owned the place. Which he did, so good for him. “I’m too big for his itty-bitty pucker,” he said, smiling ear to ear.
Jordy nodded as he refilled his glass. “Hung like a horse. Congratulations, man.”
I took another gulp. It didn’t burn nearly as much as before. Now it just felt nice and warm. The alcohol made me very comfortable with the conversation. I might get anxious about it later, but that was for tomorrow-me to deal with. Today-me was as happy as a clam.
“Aren’t all the bear shifters well-equipped? That’s why some omegas chase them, no?”
“Sure, but Monty here is a beast even in shifter terms,” Jordy said.
I eyed Monty’s sizable bulge, then looked up. He was staring back, looking so smug it should have been illegal.
“Can I have one more?” I set my glass on the table.
Jordy squinted. “You sure?”
“Last one.”
Smiling to himself, Jordy topped off my snifter and poured some more for himself. Then he jammed the cork back into the bottle and set it on the table with a flourish.
I swallowed a sip and cleared my throat. “So you’re, like, a couple?”
