From between my legs, Sergio hummed, and the blissed-out sound was magic to my ears. My dragon preened.
“Can I taste?” Sage asked and I braced myself to feel his mouth replacing Serge’s, but when Serge’s mouth pulled away and I instead heard Sage’s surprised gasp followed by dual deep groans, I opened my eyes.
“Ohfuck,” I gripped my neglected cock, stroking it to the sight of Sage and Sergio locked in an erotic kiss. Serge’s beard glistened with beads of moisture —my slick— and Sage was attacking his mouth with the same kind of ferocity I had experienced when he had opened the car door. It was as if Sage was trying to devour Sergio and, in turn, Sergio was doing the same with Sage.
It was erotic as all hell.
When they separated, Sage appeared dazed. “Wow,” he said, eyeing Serge with wonder.
I whined. Where was my kiss from the sexy shaman?
They turned in unison to look down at me, and suddenly I was sandwiched between them on the mattress, the two of them leaning over me to initiate a messy three-way kiss before Sage pulled back, rolling away and allowing me to thoroughly explore Serge’s mouth myself.
The taste of my own slick on his beard and tongue made my omega satisfied in the most bizarre way. He liked that we had smothered our mate with our essence, claiming him with our scent. But beyond that, the kiss itself was kind of magical. Literally. Sergio kissed with a different kind of intensity to Sage, sending little sparks of something nearly electric through my nerve endings.
He was unhurried, but there was a sense of restrained animalistic need as his tongue swept into my mouth and his lips moved over mine. My omega was content to let him control everything about the kiss, where he had wanted to meet Sage movement for movement.
I lost myself in the kiss and then gasped into Serge’s mouth as my hips were lifted and a long, hard cock slid inside me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around the narrow waist and rocked upwards, sighing at the relief offinallybeing filled.
“God, you feel amazing, gorgeous,” Sage breathed, stretching out over me, dipping his head to start the three-way kiss again.
The electricity I had felt from Sergio’s kiss seemed amplified now that Sage was fucking me. With Sergio still plastered to my side, we turned our heads, allowing Sage to kiss us both in a sloppy mess of tongues and lips. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, but I was so far gone to the pleasure that I couldn’t vocalize it beyond groans and whimpers with every thrust.
“Getting close,” Sage warned, taking me to the edge with him. I was dimly aware of Sergio moving aside, the mattress wobbling with his exit from our kissing, and I wondered if he wanted to watch Sage unravel as badly as I needed to feel it. “Dex. Fuck, gorgeous, I’m gonna—oh my God.”
I whined when his cry wasn’t accompanied with a rush of warmth inside me, though his thrust had felt deeper and more intense than any of the motions preceding it. Cracking my eyes open to complain that he hadn’t filled me with his seed as promised, I understood more clearly what was happening.
Sergio hadn’t moved aside to watch. He had moved behind Sage and —from his position and Sage’s new, altered movements and deeper thrusts— I believed that he was slowly fucking into my best friend while he was fucking me.
That knowledge was enough to push me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave. “Ohfuck,” I cried, overcome by the rush of bliss as my body tensed and my cock erupted between Sage’s and my stomachs, and I clamped around Sage’s thrusting dick as I rode the currents of release out.
“Look at you, dear-heart,” Sergio’s endearment seemed so incongruous with everything happening, but he sounded as awed and strained with pleasure as I felt. “And you, beautiful; you’re taking my cock so well. Like you were made for me. That’s it,” he urged, pumping his hips and making the whole bed bounce, “just like that. Take. It.”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Sage cursed on every continued thrust from Sergio, still plunging in and out of my body, much to my omega’s relief. Despite how amazing my orgasm had felt, my heat was still in effect, demanding satisfaction that I wasn’tcertain either of my mates could provide. “Fuck, Serge…right there…Ohhh…”
Hearing my best friend’s moans and the silver fox’s deliciously dirty words only reignited the desperate need to feel Sage release in me. “Come in me,” I begged, limply writhing beneath him. Though my body demanded relief, I was still boneless from coming. “Breed me. I need it. Fill me with your pups. Your babies.”
I was clearly delirious, my omega spouting nonsense which could not be fulfilled. My brain was heat-addled. Sage couldn’t breed me any more than I could breed him. We were omegas. Our ejaculate was azoospermic; there wasn’t any sperm present. But, Gods, did my instincts insist that my mates could do it.
“Oh,yes, Dex,” he hissed in rapture, “I want —ah! Serge, more!— I want that more than anything. A family. Mates.”
Forcing my eyes open again, I peered up at him blearily. He looked just as fucked-out as I felt, his skin pink beneath his freckles, with sweat dripping down his face and coating his shoulders and chest. But it was the orange-red scales which had broken out along his temple and forehead which made me blink in surprise.
Bringing a trembling hand up, I cupped his jaw, feeling the rub of a day’s growth of stubble beneath my palm. Then I stroked the scales at his temple with my thumb and—
“Fuck!” Sage’s hips stuttered and his eyes squeezed shut. “What…what did you…oh fuck, I’m coming. Dex, I’m…nnnnggghhh.”
I shut my eyes again, finally enjoying the sensation of my mate releasing deep inside me. It cooled the burning beneath my skin momentarily, and I felt my entire body sag with relief whileSage’s cock twitched and jerked the remnants of his orgasm and Sergio stilled at his back.
“Oh, Gods, beautiful,” Sergio’s deeper voice had lost its usual mellow tone, sounding ragged and gruff, “fuck, you’re so slick.”
“Mmmnnnnnnpphh.” Sage responded, his spent cock slipping from me, making me frown.
If he had been an alpha, he would have knotted me and stayed locked in me, giving his seed the best chance of fertilizing my heat-produced eggs.
“Yes, Serge, there. Right…right there…” he was on his knees, and the bed was bouncing against the headboard again as Sergio chased his own orgasm down. Honestly, I was impressed at the beta’s stamina.
Next time, I’m riding him,I thought to myself, lazily tugging at my cock as I watched my lovers moving together.
