I couldn’t move anymore. I was so exhausted; my bones felt like they’d melted.
Someone held a glass of water to my lips, and I drank.
The bed shifted, the mattress groaned, and a soft smacking sound drifted to my ear. I opened one eye, my sight blurry.
They were kissing, deeply and in earnest, over my shoulder. Their stubble scraped, and their tongues tangled. Their humid breaths mingled and washed over my face.
I wanted them to kiss me too, but I couldn’t speak. My tongue felt like a stone in my mouth.
Then they pressed against me from both sides, soft fur and silky skin, the warmth, the scents…
Their cum was in me, and everything felt so nice—from my soft cock and empty balls to my stretched hole, with the swollen, bruised walls and all the slippery wetness in me. The mouth to my womb still tingled subtly. Stuff was leaking out of me, and Icouldn’t care less. I liked being dirty. After all that aching want, I was deeply fulfilled and sated and so mellow.
15
JORDY
That was a first.
We’d shared lovers before, fucked like mad, but Monty had never kissed me.
With Laurel tucked between us, he peered at me sleepily, smiling. He looked so happy. Then he put his hand on my jaw and leaned in.
As if we’d done it a thousand times before.
We hadn’t. Never ever had we come close.
Damn him.
For him, it was just another of those things he did, these bursts of the sheer love he carried in his chest for everyone. Monty loved people, the world, and life. He loved unconditionally, with patience and goodness from the bottomless, clear well that was his soul.
I knew he loved me too. Not likethat, but I had a place in his overgrown heart.
Still buzzing with pleasure, I kissed him back, caressed his tongue with mine, and he weaved his fingers into my hair like he’d always done when I sucked his dick.
He tasted of Laurel’s slick, and why did that fuck with my head so much? Monty was my home and safety, but Monty tasting of Laurel was danger and passion and every forbidden delight I could dream of.
I gave the kiss everything. His beard tickled, and his tongue was thick and warm in my mouth. He moved it lazily, like he didn’t want to rush anything, and I drank him in, desperate to prolong the perfect moment.
I loved Monty. He was my favorite person in the whole wide world. A freaking miracle.
So when he slowed the kiss down and gently nipped at my upper lip, I nuzzled his face like a real lover.
By the time the kiss ran its course, I felt pressure behind my eyes.
I hadn’t been looking for an omega. I didn’t want one. I had Monty.
But Monty had always wanted a mate. It might not be Laurel, but one day, he’d find one.
He pressed one last kiss to the corner of my mouth and lay down, brushing his nose along Laurel’s hairline. I settled on my side, my lips at Laurel’s nape.
Laurel smelled divine. Irresistible. I couldn’t blame Monty for being crazy about him.
My dick remained half hard, pressed against Laurel’s smooth thigh. The fuck had been glorious. He was so responsive and eager. The squirt of his slick out of his hole when he came…
Next time, if I was to do this again, I wanted to be ready with my mouth over Laurel’s hole as Monty fucked him. I would feel Monty’s dick throb when he came and catch the flood of Laurel’s slick on my taste buds.
And then I could fuck Laurel again with Monty’s cum coating my dick.
