I was so far gone with heat that I didn’t have it in me to be rational. To argue with him and insist that, no, Sage couldn’t possibly be our mate because he was an omega like me.
Instead, I closed my eyes and let my best friend ravage my mouth in what had to be the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. None of the soft, gentle, romantic crap that most omegas swooned over. No — this was raw passion and hunger. The build up of hundreds of years of affection and longing. He wasn’t rough with me, but he wasn’t tentative, either, taking from me exactly what he wanted and giving me more than I ever could have dreamed.
I melted into him, still burning and aching with the heat coursing through my veins, but also soothed by his tongue tangling with mine, and the long, elegant fingers digging into my scalp. He kissed me until I was dizzy from lack of oxygen, but I would have gladly passed out with his lips on mine if he had not pulled away. In fact, I whined when he did.
Sage’s blue eyes were dark and hooded, but his smile was gentle as he peered down at me, still half-hanging out of the back seat of his car. His arm at my back, supporting me, was the only reason I hadn’t toppled out and onto the cold concrete of the garage floor.
“Hi,” Sage murmured sweetly, as if he hadn’t just ravaged me within an inch of my life.
My omega purred.
Ignoring the ache in my belly and the flames licking beneath my skin, I grinned at my best friend, elated to finally —finally— be connecting with him the way I should have a century earlier. Having my dragon alert and happy again was also making me giddy.
“Hi,” I replied.
Suddenly, the momentdidfeel soft and romantic…and I immediately took back every disdainful thought I’d had about omegas who enjoyed that kind of thing because, as it turned out, I was one of them after all.
“Let’s get inside,” he said, gently tugging me out of the car. I grimaced at the trail of slick I was leaving over the rear seats, but Sage just waved his hand dismissively.
“It will wash,” he said as I attempted to apologize, and then his smile turned wicked. “Besides, my car will smell like you. Like your heat. And that” —he palmed over the prominent bulge in his pants— “sounds perfect to me.” He shot a look over my shoulder, still smiling. “Are you having the same urge to roll around in it as I am?”
With a flush of guilt, I remembered Sergio. Sweet, attentive,perfectsilver fox Sergio, who had given me the most intense orgasm of my life so far. That had to be the reason I was able tostand now; the rush of endorphins and sexual energy satisfying the heat long enough to get us all inside.
I turned to catch the older man nodding, his eyes taking Sage and I both in. His usually stoic expression had been replaced with pure desire and he was making no attempt to disguise it. With his own hair mussed and his clothing wrinkled and streaked with my slick and cum, he was almost unrecognizable.
“You joining us inside, Serge?” I found the energy to tease, reaching down to stroke my still hard dick. My orgasm had been phenomenal, but with my heat insisting I needed more, I was beyond ready to go again. His usually pale blue —now stormy and nearly gray— eyes tracked my hand’s movements and he swallowed roughly. “My omega is still demanding you both.”
And he was. My dragon was insisting I take them both to bed. That I mate with both of them.
I had always been rather greedy, and it seemed my dragon was no different.
With visible effort, the unicorn returned his gaze to mine. “Lead the way.”
Sage and I tumbled into Sage’s king-sized bed in a mess of limbs, our clothes having been removed and strewn throughout the house along the way. Sergio seemed content to watch as Sage and I kissed and fondled each other, making soft sounds of approval and pleasure from a few paces behind us as we went.When I looked up from the bed, though, he was just as naked as we were, and I arched my back while I crooked a finger in his direction.
“Please,” I begged him, “I need you here.”
“You just tell me what you need, dear-heart,” he crooned, climbing onto the mattress on my left, with Sage plastered to my right side, his mouth sucking hickeys into my skin, “and I will do it.”
“Fingers,” I demanded, bucking my hips, needing to be filled. “Yours and Sage’s. Together.”
“Oh,fuck, Dex,” Sage practically hissed, his hand already reaching between my legs, “do you have any idea how hot that is?”
Given that it was happening to me, I had some idea, yes. But before I could summon up a dry reply, Sage’s fingers were slipping inside me and my ability to form words was no more.
“Fuck,” my best friend repeated, thrusting his fingers slowly, scissoring and stretching them in the most delicious way, “you’re so wet, gorgeous. So wet and hot inside.”
Once again, I was going to reply, but then the additional pressure and stretch of Sergio’s fingers were right there and my eyes rolled back in my head of their own accord.
“Oh my Gods,” I moaned, rolling my hips as Sage and Sergio found their rhythm together, scissoring and curling inside me, rubbing up against my prostate with nearly every movement. I felt an indecent amount of slick practically pouring from me, but I didn’t want this blissful torture to end.
“Sss-Sss-Sss…” I couldn’t form their names, overwhelmed by the pleasure I was feeling. The sibilant ‘S’s were all I could manage with every roll of my hips. “Sss-Sss-Ssssss!”
It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what my body craved. What my omega needed.
Lifting my head, I wanted to voice my desperation, the ache from the heat and the sheer necessity to be fucked and flooded with cum on the tip of my tongue and then—“Holy fuck!” I yelped, crashing back against the pillow and arching off the mattress as Sergio’s mouth found my stretched, slick-drenched opening. His fingers were still inside me, but he was lapping at my rim, too, his sexy silver beard tickling my ass cheeks and the inside of my thigh. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“Jesus,” Sage breathed from my right, but I couldn’t see him. My eyes were clenched shut, the overwhelming pleasure of the multiple sensations too much for me to handle. “Serge…fuck…does he taste as amazing as he smells?”
