I glanced at Griffith. It was as if we were thinking the same thing at the same time.
“Let’s get him,” I said.
We grabbed Kyle’s shirt for him and had it off before he could blink. I undid the button on his pants while Griffith bent and pulled off his shoes one by one.
I yanked Kyle’s pants down, and he gave a little screech. I backed off.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.” He looked up at me, beaming. “No one’s ever wanted me like this before. I was startled.”
I looked him up and down. His cock pointed at me, fully erect. As was Griffith’s. Also pointing at me.
“I’ve never felt like this, either,” I said.
Griffith nodded. “I’m the same. This is different from anything I’ve known.”
“Good. We’re all on the same page.” Kyle’s face flushed. But he kept ordering us, and we kept obeying. “Now, my handsome alphas, into the shower with you. Let’s make sure we get the sand out of every crevice and crease.”
We obeyed, trying to enter at once and immediately blocking the door like something from a screwball comedy. I backed upa step, and Griffith went in, water splashing his muscles and making them shine. I was breathless as I stepped in. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. That left room for Kyle. We both turned to look at him.
“You’re amazing alphas.”
“You coming?” I held my hand out to him.
He took it in his and joined us. We were now one big hugging knot of wet, naked flesh. It was funny and serious at the same time. But, as we shared soap and shampoo and helped each other wash, we laughed. I wanted to say, “What’s so funny,” but it wasn’t. We were laughing because we were happy. Because now, we had each other closer than close. And slippery, as well.
Kyle shook his long, wet hair, and it smacked our faces, feeding our laughter more.
Our erections poked and dragged over each other. It felt so good, slipping against each other like that. I never wanted to get out. Except for one thing. We couldn’t completely make love like this. The claiming of us all demanded much more room.
I wanted both of them. I was breathing hard by the time Kyle turned off the water and got out first, handing each of us a towel.
The air hit me, cold and comforting. I’d become quickly overheated and needed that coolness to catch my breath.
Kyle wrapped a towel around his wet hair, trying to dry it, then gave up and let it drop to the floor. He ran to the bed, cute ass waggling as he jumped onto it and plopped right in the center.
Griffith and I dropped our towels and were on either side of the bed seconds later. On the way, I grabbed my lube from my suitcase. I never went anywhere without it. While Kyle was an omega and could produce his own slick, neither Griffith nor I could.
I wanted them both. In all ways. I glanced at the bottle. It was mostly full but would that be enough? I had major plans for these two.
Griffith held out his hand, and I passed him the bottle then plopped beside Kyle.
“This is the good stuff,” Griffith said.
“Yep. Always. I’m a dragon, remember? Spoiled rotten.”
Kyle ran his hand down my chest. “Not rotten at all.”
“You smell like candy,” Griffith said.
“You smell like roasted marshmallows,” I said to Griffith.
Kyle snickered. “What do I smell like?”
“Sugar and spice,” I began.
“And everything nice,” Griffith finished.
