“Yeah. Need it. Fuck me hard. Fucking breed me!”
Jordy gripped my arms where I held Laurel and doubled his tempo.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
The bed creaked under us.
Laurel screamed.
Jordy bared his teeth. He looked like the snarling bear he was when he fucked Laurel through his orgasm and beyond.
He didn’t slow his punishing tempo until Laurel peaked a second time in a row.
Then he punched his hips forward, sheathing himself in Laurel to the hilt, and closed his eyes. His face went slack.
I got stuck on his expression, the relief softening his features, and the hint of a smile when he exhaled.
He’d always been the most handsome alpha I’d ever met, my proper sexual awakening—because fucking omegas was better with Jordy by my side—but I’d never been so caught up in his beauty as I was right then, when he released his cum into the omega of my dreams.
Having Laurel in my bed was ecstasy. Sharing him with Jordy? Nothing could ever compare. I was so full of lust and joy it felt like I would burst.
Jordy pulled out, and I gently laid Laurel on the bed by my side. He blinked up at me drowsily. His lips were parted with calming breaths. I glanced at them, the kiss I shared with Jordy like an imprint in my mouth. Could I…?
But Laurel didn’t wait for me to ask out loud.
“Kiss me,” he breathed.
Yes. I was flying way too close to the sun, but nothing could stop me now.
I leaned closer and brushed my lips over Laurel’s. One nip of his upper lip, then the lower. He flicked his tongue over my upper lip and sighed. I went all in, thrusting my tongue inside his mouth and clutching his head to me, angling it so I could kiss him deeper.
Laurel Riley. Naked in my bed, kissing me. But I wasn’t thinking about the international star. I was kissing Laurel, the most fascinating omega I’d ever met, vulnerable yet fierce, withthe intricate soul of a poet and the body of a sex god. He was fucked out after we’d made him come countless times, and now I was kissing him, and he went all pliant for me.
I broke the kiss only to take in his needy expression. He looked drugged.
I dove back in, tangling my tongue with his, and he moaned into the kiss, clutching at my shoulder with his slender hand. His skin was rough from playing the guitar, and he dug his nails into the muscle. So raw and real.
A hand brushed my knee, and I lifted my gaze to glance at Jordy.
The sadness in his eyes was like a dagger to my chest.
Why was he sad? Why wasn’t he down here with us, kissing Laurel and me? He should be panting into my open mouth like he’d done that one time we’d fucked face-to-face.
I’d wanted to kiss him then, but I hadn’t. Stupid me. I wouldn’t repeat the same mistake.
“Come ’ere.”
I grasped his wrist and tugged. He resisted for a second, but then he turned off the lamp and lay by Laurel’s other side. In the sudden darkness, I could barely see Laurel turning his head, searching for Jordy’s mouth.
My eyes adjusted to the weak light from the lamps lining the road outside, and I watched them kiss. It was just as sweet as it was painful. It made me fucking hard again, but I wouldn’t do anything about it. Laurel must be sore. With their eyes closed, they kissed in earnest, angling their heads for a deeper connection.
Laurel’s pale skin and soft waves were such a contrast to Jordy’s tan, his dark stubble, and nearly black strands of hair.
Laurel paused the kiss and nuzzled Jordy’s face. Jordy’s glistening eyes met mine, and I leaned over Laurel to kiss him too. Just a chaste peck. It made him smile softly, and my chestwarmed. I dragged the duvet up to cover us, and I threw my arm over both of them, my palm on Jordy’s hip.
He didn’t look sad anymore. He lay his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, his nose in Laurel’s hair.
Laurel sighed and stilled. He seemed to fall asleep almost instantly.
