“Lie back, gorgeous.”
I feel Nicholas shift behind me, back against the headboard, legs bracketing mine. I lean into his chest, resting my head on his shoulder. His arms wrap around my torso, his hands flattening against my stomach. Lorenzo kneels between my legs, eyes roaming my body with the focused assessment he brings to everything.
Lorenzo strips my sweatpants away with care, knuckles trailing along my thighs. A cool rush of air hits my skin and Nicholas’ arms tighten around me, his warmth covering my back, his scent thickening between us.
Lorenzo reaches for the lube on the nightstand, warms it between his palms, never taking his eyes off my face. Nicholas’s forehead tips against my temple, voice barely there in my ear.
“I’m right here, Will,” he whispers. “Look at me.”
I turn my head to find Nicholas’ brown eyes inches from mine. He lifts a hand from my stomach, cups my jaw, and presses his forehead against mine as Lorenzo’s hands descend further.
Lorenzo’s finger circles my entrance and when he presses the first inch inside, a sound rips from my throat, Nicholas catching it against his mouth, covering my lips in a slow, grounding kiss. Lorenzo slowly works me open, each deliberate curl finding that spot that makes my vision blur while Nicholas’ lips keep me steady.
“More,” I murmur, the word breaking against his lips.
Lorenzo adds a third finger and I arch back against Nicholas’ chest, one hand reaching behind to grip his thigh. His cock presses hard against my lower back through his pants as he shifts his hips into me, and the groan he buries into my mouth makes my muscles clamp down around Lorenzo’s fingers.
Then my Beta withdraws, the loss making me whimper against Nicholas’ lips. His lips part against mine for a moment before Lorenzo’s hands grip my hips and turn me, guiding me onto my hands and knees. Nicholas slides down the headboard until he’s lying beneath me, his face just below mine, his hands finding my jaw.
The first press of Lorenzo’s cock inside me makes my arms buckle. Nicholas catches my face in both hands, holding me up, our foreheads pressed together as Lorenzo sinks in fully in one slow, filling thrust. I groan into the sliver of air between my mouth and Nicholas’s.
“Eyes open,” Lorenzo commands from behind, his grip firm on my hips. “Look at him, Wilson.”
Nicholas is staring up at me when I open my eyes, his expression cracking something open in my chest. His thumbs sweep along my cheekbones, his breath warm against my lips. With each pull and thrust from Lorenzo, I rock into Nicholas’ hands, my mouth brushing his.
I’m suspended between them, held by Lorenzo’s strong hands on my hips and Nicholas’ palms on my face, every stroke sending waves of heat building low in my spine.
“You’re so beautiful,” Nicholas murmurs, his voice reverent against my lips. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Will.”
Lorenzo's pace doesn't change, each thrust a statement that lands in my body with the weight of intent. His hand slides up my spine, pressing flat between my shoulder blades, and my chest drops lower, my mouth closer to Nicholas'.
"Kiss him, again, gorgeous," Lorenzo purrs, his voice several octaves deeper than before.
Nicholas moves for him, his mouth closing over mine. The kiss is deep, his tongue sliding against mine, his hands holding my face while Lorenzo fucks into me with a rhythm that's taking me apart from the inside. My cock hangs hard between us, brushingagainst Nicholas' stomach with each thrust, and the friction combined with the fullness of Lorenzo inside me and the taste of Nicholas' mouth builds the pressure until my thighs are shaking.
"Let go." Lorenzo's hand presses firmer between my shoulder blades. His rhythm picks up, each thrust deeper, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. "We've got you, gorgeous. Let go."
Nicholas' hands tighten on my face as my orgasm crashes through me, my cock pulsing against Nicholas's stomach, my body clenching around Lorenzo hard enough that his rhythm stutters. Lorenzo comes with a groan pressed against my spine, his hips flush against me. Nicholas' mouth covers mine, swallowing the sounds tearing from my throat.
My arms give out and I collapse onto Nicholas's chest, my face pressing into his neck. Lorenzo's weight settles against my back for a moment before he withdraws carefully, his hand lingering on my hip. The bed shifts as he moves to lie beside us, his arm draping across my back.
“Next time, I’m going to watch our Alpha knot you, gorgeous.”
My face flames as I glance over at Lorenzo and then Nicholas, wondering if he ever said anything. He just smiles which tells me nothing, Lorenzo softly dragging a hand down my naked back.
“Wilson, I guessed but that look on your face tells me everything. I’m also guessing that you really liked it, hm? Being full and consumed and—”
A groan pulls from my lips. “I… I think so. I don’t know. Nicholas was my only. I never…” I clamp my lips together and look at my Alpha. I’m too fucked out to sit up properly but that was the secret I almost told him when he first came up those apartment stairs. I never took anyone else’s knot. Sebastian threatened me with his but never gave it to me.
Frankly, I didn’t want it.
Nicholas just stares up at me before pulling me into a deeper kiss. “I think I just fell in love with you a little more.”
25
Nicholas
Luther Keller picks up on the third ring. His voice carries the particular weight of an Alpha accustomed to fielding calls from strangers and assessing their threat level before the first sentence even finishes.
