“Ohfuck,” Dexter’s eyes shut and ecstasy painted his features. I imagined how he must feel, being inside me and also having Serge inside him, much like I had only a handful of minutes earlier, when I had been sandwiched between them in a different way. “I’m about to come already.”
“Not yet, dear-heart,” Sergio sounded strained, like he had when he had been fucking me. Like the feeling of being enveloped in our tight, wet holes was almost more than he could stand.
I got it, though. I’d done a lot in my four-hundred years of life, but I had never been inside another omega in heat before tonight, and the sensations were incomparable.
“Thenmove,” Dex huffed, attempting to thrust up into me, setting off a domino effect of groans from all three of us.
Serge leaned further into me, until we were all pressed together so tightly that I wondered how we might move at all. My cock wasn’t complaining, though, feeling the pressure and friction of being caught between Dexter’s stomach and my own. Then Sergio pulled back a fraction before surging forward, andDexter’s body rolled instinctively, rocking his cock directly into my prostate, making me see stars.
It was a little awkward finding rhythm this way, but by some unspoken agreement, Dexter and I were happy to let Sergio take the lead. I lost myself to sensations. The tickle of Sergio’s chest hair on my back, the brush of his beard on my neck, his and Dexter’s combined panted breaths, bursts of moist air over my sweaty, heated skin, and Dex’s warmth blending with mine. Then there were the sounds: heavy breathing, groans and moans, whimpers and murmured words of enjoyment…I lost track of where each noise came from, uncertain which were mine and which were my partners’.
The air in the room was heavy with the smell of sex and heat and slick. Our own natural scents were heightened, too, blending around us in the most intoxicating way. We moved slowly against each other in this position, no longer hurried by the desperation to relieve Dex’s discomfort. Hands smoothed over heated flesh, mouths met and tongues tangled, and it honestly felt as though we had become one unit. We were no longer three individuals sharing one of the most erotic experiences I had ever had, but a true, cohesive throuple.
“Ungh,” Sergio groaned, kissing sloppily at the side of my mouth, “I’m going to come.”
Dexter nodded fervently, his eyes glassy before they rolled back. “Yes. Yes, please. I want it. I need it.” He pushed in closer, a hand grappling for the back of Sergio’s head. “Need both my mates,” he mewled before dragging us into a particularly messy kiss that was more licking at each other’s faces than true kissing.
“Oh,fuck,” Sergio growled against us, his face still smushed up against ours. I felt the bed shudder with the force of his stuttered thrusts, “fuck, fuck, fuck…ohhhhh.”
I felt Dexter follow him right over the edge, crying out wordlessly, his fingertips digging in with bruising force to the soft flesh of my ass cheeks as I felt his cock swell and release deep inside me.
“Come for us, beautiful,” Sergio groaned, still thrusting, riding out the last of what seemed to be an epic orgasm, “be a good boy and come for your mates.”
The tantalizing promise of praise was apparently all I needed before I clenched around Dex and my cock spilled in between us, coating our already filthy bodies with even more cum. The warmth and wetness spread where our stomachs were pressed together and dripped down his side.
“Good boy,” Sergio praised, and I spurted weakly, knowing I was probably drowning Dex with a mixture of excess slick and cum.
I turned my head weakly, kissing at their mouths again as the soporific effects of so many orgasms in such a short time began to take their toll.
Then—
“S-Sergio,” Dex gasped with awe, his back attempting to bow off the mattress, despite his softening cock still nestled inside me, “you…you’re…”
“Nnnnghh,” Sergio nipped at our mouths, “knotting you,” he said, sounding just as awestruck. “Yes. By the gods…”
The sleepy haze which had been pulling me under disappeared as my heart thundered in my chest. “What?!” I demanded, jolting, only to have Sergio growl in my ear.
“Don’t. Move.”
I shut my eyes.
My lower lip trembled.
He was an alpha.
He was an alpha, and he hadn’t knotted me.
I knew enough about Brandt and Eric’s theories to know what that meant.
I wasn’t his compatible mate.
Dexter was.
And I was stuck between them.
Chapter Ten
Following The Magic’s demands had rarely ever led me astray. But, as I came to terms with what the tingling, hypersensitive knot meant for me, I was completely dumbstruck.
