“Okay,” I say softly. They exchange a look over my shoulder, one that I can’t fully understand in my horny sleepy state, but one that I trust means they’ll give me what I need.
“Clothes stay on,” Piers murmurs. Grieves gives a sharp nod of agreement that I open my mouth to argue with, but he cuts me off.
“No, Ren. If I get you even halfway naked, my alpha is going to take that as a sign I should rut you and knot you and claim you. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think you’re ready for that, are you?”
A large part of me—mostly my omega—is urging me to get on my hands and knees and present for our alpha, to beg him for his cock and his knot and his bite. But that part of me is pure instinct, and while a bond with Grieves might settle some of the uncertainty for me, it would be like tossing a grenade into the middle of the Ashbourne pack bond, and just hoping it doesn’t go badly.
Piers has already said he’d leave them for me. I can’t take the risk that Grieves would do the same.
I shake my head. “No. I’m not ready for that.”
There's a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, but he buries it as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “That’s okay, bubbles. Piers and I can still take care of you with all our clothes on, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Grieves shifts, rolling onto his side toward me, while Piers lifts my leg, draping it over his alpha’s hip, before petting the outside of my thigh.
“Is this okay?” Grieves checks in with me, grey eyes searching mine, looking for any hint that I don’t want this, what they’re offering me. It settles that last little bit of me that had been unsure.
I am safe with them. My body is at least, if not my heart.
“Yes,” I tell him, giving a frantic little nod and curling my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, not wanting him to go anywhere.
“Just relax, little bird,” Piers murmurs into the back of my head. “We’ll take care of you. Give you what you need. Always.”
Grieves shifts forward even more, pressing the hard ridge of his cock against my aching pussy, sending sparks of pleasure through my blood. I let out a mewling sound and they both let out pleased rumbling sounds.
“Right there, yeah? That’s where you need me? That’s where you need your alpha?”
“Please,” I pant out, gripping his shirt tighter with one hand and reaching behind me with the other, seeking our Piers’ hip, drawing him closer, until his erection is pressed into the cleft of my ass, until I’m wedged between them. He groans, letting out a shaky breath that puffs against my neck.
Grieves reaches over me, sliding his big hand over mine on Piers’ hip, pulling the beta tighter against me, pinning me in place. It feels so fucking good, my eyes flutter and roll, and they aren’t even moving yet.
“Shh, I got you, Ren,” he murmurs. “I’ve always got you.”
I believe him. I want to tell him that. But then he starts to move, a slow, purposeful grind that sends the hard ridge of his cock sliding between my lower lips, the tip hitting my clit as itpasses by. Behind me, Piers does the same thing in the cleft of my ass, and god, I'm already on fire.
“Alpha,” I sob as we writhe together, a tangle of limbs, and panting breaths. “Please.”
“That’s right, omega. I’m your alpha,” Grieves growls, the possession in his voice making my inner omega positively gleeful. “Gonna give you what you need, always. And what you need right now is to feel good, to come so hard you see stars.”
For someone who doesn’t say all that much, Grieves sure does have a filthy mouth, and I am here for it. He and Piers work my body together, grinding and thrusting into me, making me see stars with every bump against my clit, every pinch and twist of the beta’s hands on my nipple. And through it all, Grieves mutters absolute filth in my ear, highlighting all the ways he’s going to fuck me, knot me, breed me, fill me so full of his cum it’s dripping out of me for days.
His alpha is in full possessive mode at the moment, and god, I fucking love it. It makes all of this better. So much better.
“Gonna make me come in my pants like a bloody teenager, aren’t you?” he rasps. “Fuck, love. Fuck. Yeah, just like that. Grind your little cunt on my cock and your ass on Piers. Make our beta come, just like that.”
My hips jerk faster, meeting them thrust for thrust, a low whining keen bubbling from deep in my chest as the pleasure grows and grows. A timer on a ticking bomb.
“That’s it, sunshine,” Piers pants behind me, pinching my nipple hard. “Come for us. Come for your pack.”
The bomb in my core detonates. I think I scream maybe? Or at the very least I moan, loud and long, shuddering between them as slick gushes from inside me, soaking all three of us and the blankets, and the couch cushions.
We’re breathing heavily as I drift back from where the explosion of pleasure tossed me. Both of them are clutching me tight, while I feel like melted goo, languid and soft and hazy.
“Thanks,” I murmur, lifting one heavy hand to ruffle through Grieves’ hair, slipped from his typical man bun. He presses into the touch like a cat. “I think I really needed that.”
Piers chuckles. “I think we all really needed that, little bird.”
