Hell, I more than understood. I was experiencing such an intense desire, I didn’t think I had the words to articulate my need at that moment.
Dexter whined and bucked his hips, releasing another waft of that insatiable scent. “You promised…”
“Shhhh,” I crooned, my gaze back on Dexter’s writhing form, catching glimpses of smooth, youthful skin with the flickering light from the moon and few streetlights we passed as we drove. “I’ve got you, dear-heart. Let me help.”
“Please—Oh!” he gasped as I slid my index and middle fingers into his wet heat slowly. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a strangled, “More.”
Gods, I wanted to give him more. More of everything. My fingers, my tongue, my cock…He already felt exquisite wrapped around my digits. As heated as his skin was to touch, so was his slicked-up channel. He was wet and ready to be taken by something much thicker than just two of my fingers, but as much as I wanted to bury myself in him, the backseat of Sage’s car was not the place for that.
Maybe if I was a few centuries younger…
I smirked to myself at the thought, imagining contorting myself around and over him in the confined space, like I might have had the flexibility to do when I was his age. To be fair, I could have probably managed it now, too, but I also knew that he had asked for both me and Sage, and with Sage driving, that was out of the question.
Besides, wouldn’t it be so much nicer to draw the experience out? I couldn’t dream that this would be more than just heat sex. It was obvious that Dexter and Sage had a connection and a history between them, and for all of my fantasies of watching them together, I couldn’t imagine a place for myself between them. Not permanently.
Dexter bucked his hips again, forcing my fingers in deeper. He moaned and I felt more slick spill from him, around my fingers and down over the curve of his ass.
“More,” he demanded again, and I was dimly aware of Sage’s heavy breathing from the driver’s seat.
Knowing he could take it, I pulled out and then thrust three fingers back inside him, delighting in the way the youngdragon’s back bowed and another rush of slick escaped him. When I curled my fingers and prodded at his prostate, he cried out and clenched around me, while his self-administered strokes to his own cock became more frantic.
“A-again,” he begged. “Serge,again. Please. I need…I need…”
He needs a knot, I thought with mild dismay, knowing it was not something I could provide. To compensate, I curled my fingers again and pushed them forward and back as far as I could, attempting to emulate the sensation of filling him with something much thicker.
“Fuck!” he shouted, rolling his hips in sync with the movement of my hand. “Fuck that feels amazing. More. More. Mo—oh fuck.”
His body seemed to seize up as the orgasm overtook him, his hole clamping around my fingers like a vise as ropes of cum spurted over his own hand, landing —from what I could see in the alternating patches of darkness and moonlight— over his shirt, his jaw, and the back of the passenger seat. Simultaneously, I felt a wave of slick enveloping my fingers, spilling out of him when I finally pulled my hand away.
I watched, mesmerized, as his hole twitched, barely hearing his whimpered, “More.”
“Are we almost there?” I asked Sage, finally glancing up to take in Dexter’s flushed, sweaty, cum-spattered face. His expression wasn’t one of blissful relief, but of renewed desperation and need.
“Pulling into our street now,” Sage answered, his own voice ragged. “L-less than a minute away.”
Dexter whined and thrust his hipshelplessly.
“You’re doing so well, dear-heart,” I told him soothingly, struggling to ignore the ache in my own pants in preference of focusing on his discomfort. My beta was stamping at the ground in my mind, spreading his wings and flapping them with a decidedly anxious energy. I had never felt him so restless before. I swallowed, determined not to let my baser reactions distract me from looking after the distressed omega. “Did that help at all?”
He bit his lip and nodded, then cringed and rubbed at his abdomen. “I need more, though.”
My cock throbbed as the need to give him more almost overwhelmed me.
The car slowed and then bounced as we turned and drove over the bump of the curb, darkness surrounding us as Sage parked in the garage. He scrambled his way out of the driver’s seat and, within moments, flung Dexter’s door open, catching the blond omega as he fell backwards into Sage’s waiting arms.
I watched with rising arousal as Sage wasted no time dipping down to lock his lips with Dexter’s.
Gods,I mused in awe,they’re gorgeous together.
And, at least for the night, they would both be mine.
Chapter Eight
Sage is kissing me.
The thought made my omega roar with delight.
Mate, he purred happily at the back of my brain.Mate.
