The idea urks me.
Urked Kael enough that he sent me charging across the rink like a man on a mission.
And now the stubborn bastard is upstairs, locked in his room, probably jerking off to the scent bleeding through the vents while pretending he’s above it all. Let him sulk. Luka can try dragging him down later.
Right now I’m exactly where I want to be.
I rocked my hips forward, burying myself even deeper, barely able to keep a grip on her slick waist when she bucked and writhed beneath me, desperate to wring every last sensation from the impossible tangle of bodies. The moment felt engineered for feral chaos—if there was any choreography, it belonged to some dark, primal force just below the surface of all four skins. Octavia was the epicenter, the sun we orbited, every movement of hers sending shockwaves through the rest of us.
She was on her hands and knees in the center of the bed,back arched with balletic precision, head thrown back so the silken cascade of her hair trailed down and swept like a comet over Renzo’s jaw. Luka, kneeling in front of her, guided her mouth with the steady pressure of a hand at the nape of her neck, his other hand braced on the bed just beside her trembling wrist. Renzo was sprawled beneath her, lying almost perpendicular to the action, head pillowed between her breasts. He alternated between eager, suckling drags at her nipples and lazy, open-mouthed kisses along the undersides of her curves, each flick of his tongue provoking a new octave in her moan.
The rhythm was uncannily tight—if you’d told me we’d been running rehearsals for months, learning how to move as one, I might have believed it. Every push I gave from behind triggered a chain reaction: Octavia’s body drove forward, impaling Luka even deeper in her throat, making him groan through clenched teeth. The pitch of her moan changed, reverberating around Luka’s cock, which made Luka thrust forward, which made Octavia’s ass grind back against me harder, which made me dig my fingers deeper into her hips just to hold on. The vibration from her vocal cords took a detour down the length of Luka’s cock, bounced off his hip bones, and seemed to home in directly on my own balls, each note of ecstasy ratcheting up the pressure in my gut.
It shouldn’t have been possible to keep this kind of balance, but she managed it—took everything we gave and gave it back threefold. I could feel, hidden in the heat of her, the strain in her arms as she steadied herself on hands curled into fists; the tremble in her core as she clenched around me with the same muscle control she used to land quads; the flash of satisfaction that rolled off her every time Renzowhimpered into her chest. She was orchestrating the scene, riding the pack with the confidence of someone who’d never once been dropped, never once let someone else script her routine.
Luka looked like he was about to lose his mind, sweat already glistening on his forehead, every inhale a sharp, wet gasp. He’d always been the one who wore composure like a second skin, but now it was slipping. His eyes were glassy, his lips red and swollen from the repeated force of her mouth. He rocked his hips in tiny, involuntary thrusts, clearly holding back from just grabbing her head and losing himself, and I could see the muscle in his jaw flex as he tried to outlast whatever streak of competitive pride he’d brought into bed.
Renzo, on the other hand, was drunk on the spectacle, delighting in the way she squirmed when he bit down gently on a nipple, or how she whimpered when he teased a thumb along the edge of her breast. He was muttering in Italian, too low for me to catch more than a few words, but whatever he was saying made Octavia’s eyes flutter shut, her cheek hollowing as she sucked harder, more greedy for Luka’s cock. Renzo’s hand found its way between her thighs, joining my cock inside her for a few slick passes, and the overload of sensation made her buck so hard I almost slipped out.
She was a stunning mess—tears streaming down her face not from pain but from the intensity of it all, mouth stretched wide around Luka, beads of sweat rolling down the arch of her spine. The scent of her was thick in the air, layered with the sweat and spit and pre-cum of three Alphas vying for the privilege of getting fucked by her, but it was her own perfume that dominated. I’d never been able to describe it—people always said Omegas had the same sweet,musky baseline, but hers was a hurricane of notes: a spike of wildflower honey, the sharpness of citrus cut with something deeper, darker, more velvet and sin than anything I’d ever tasted. If I let myself, I could get drunk on it alone.
I tried not to let my mind wander, but it was impossible not to think of every time I’d stood behind the plexiglass with my own cock aching, forced to watch Kael or Luka or one of the other Alphas take what I was never allowed to touch. Every time I’d been told to “stand watch” or “cool off in the shower, Maddox.” But now, the Omega in question was begging for me in a voice raw enough to crack stone, and I was inside her, not just present but an essential part of the equation.
I had to slow down or it would end embarrassingly fast. I released her hip with one hand, bent forward, and hooked my arm around her waist, yanking her flush against my body. The new angle made her gasp, the sound muffled since her mouth was full, and I leaned in so my chest pressed against her back, pinning her in place. I ground my cock in slow, punishing circles, savoring the way her pussy gripped me with shuddering spasms, every contraction a desperate plea for me to lose control.
“Christ,” I grunted, laying my head atop her shoulder, “So fucking perfect.”
Her scent floods the room—sweet, layered, hypnotic in a way that bypasses every rational thought and hooks directly into the oldest part of my brain. I catch notes of wild honey warmed by sunlight, something brighter like citrus zest on the edge of a blade, and underneath it all a warm, velvety undertone that makes my knot threaten to swell even though we all agreed no locking tonight. The combination is addictive. I lean forward, dragging my nose along the curve of herspine just to chase it, and she shivers so hard her walls clamp down around me like a vice.
“Fuck, Octavia,” I growl, voice rougher than I intend. “You feel like you were built for this.”
She pulls off Luka long enough to shoot me a wicked glance over her shoulder—storm-gray eyes glazed with heat but still sharp, still hers. “Built for gold, Hale. This is just… extra credit.”
Luka chuckles, threading his fingers through her curls to guide her back down.
“Less talking, Diamond. Mouth full.”
She obeys with a hum that makes Luka’s head fall back.
I watch the line of her throat work as she takes him deeper, the elegant column flexing with the same control she uses to hold a camel spin for six rotations.
Renzo is lost between her breasts, sucking one nipple with obscene dedication while his free hand jerks himself in time with my thrusts.
The pace is building—my hips snapping forward, her body rocking back to meet me, Renzo’s hand flying faster, Luka’s grip tightening in her hair.
I can feel my own climax coiling tight at the base of my spine. Months—fuck, closer to a year—without an Omega, and now this. My system is in overdrive, every nerve ending lit up like the scoreboard at the end of a shutout.
I grit my teeth, trying to slow the inevitable, but her walls are rippling around me in rhythmic pulses that feel suspiciously like the timing of a perfect side-by-side triple Lutz. She’s working us all, even while lost in her heat, switching between dominant siren and pliant Omega with a fluidity that’s turning me inside out. One second she’s pushing back against me like she owns every inch I give her; the next she’smoaning submissively around Luka’s cock because Renzo just grazed her nipple with his teeth. The contrast is my new favorite kink. I didn’t know I had it until five minutes ago, but I’m already addicted.
Renzo’s breath is coming in short pants. His hand on his cock is a blur. “Close,” he gasps around her breast, voice muffled.
“So fucking close.”
Luka hisses through clenched teeth.
“Gonna come in your mouth, Diamond. And you’re gonna let it pool right there like you did for Renzo earlier. Show me.”
Renzo pulls off her nipple with a wet pop, grinning even as he keeps stroking himself.
