Over seven-hundred years old and I was blindsided by the knowledge that I wasn’t a beta. I was an alpha. An alpha whose mates were three centuries his junior. While I was elated for myself, I felt sorry for them for being saddled with someone on the wrong side of middle-aged for those with our lifespans. They deserved someone younger, someone who wasn’t guaranteed to die while they were still in their prime.
And yet, selfishly, I was glad that they were mine. My omegas. Both of them. Even if I hadn’t claimed them yet.
It was the most wondrous feeling to welcome the change from beta to alpha. I had never felt wrong or incomplete as a beta, but this still felt right. My inner beast reared back on his hind hooves and brayed into my soul with pride.
Additionally, knotting one of my mates for the first time was beyond phenomenal. The jostling of my knot was intense, of course, causing me to continue to orgasm and spurt insidemy young omega again and again, pushing the pleasure to the point of pain. But the hypersensitivity was a blessing as well, giving me signs of how much my omega wanted and needed this connection just as badly as I needed to give it to him.
Between Dexter and me, Sage had stilled just as I had asked him to. Carefully, I shifted my weight to my left side, allowing me to bring my right hand up and stroke down his side. “Good boy,” I told him, feeling him tremble beneath me.
The pride and pleasure I felt at his reaction dissipated instantly, though, at the sound of a muted sob, and I ignored the pain of another orgasm wrenched from my overstimulated knot as Dexter and I both jolted to attention.
“Baby,” Dexter reached up, cupping Sage’s face, clearly able to see our mate’s entire expression where I could not, “what’s wrong?”
Sage shook his head minutely, still trembling, likely with the effort of holding in his emotions.
Inside me, my alpha whined anxiously, desperate to understand what had gone wrong in only a matter of moments. My human side felt the same way.
“Beautiful…” I murmured, trying to sooth him with calming strokes down his side and nuzzles to the side of his face, “talk to us.”
“Y-you’re compatible mates,” he managed to get out on a whisper, his quiet voice tainted with despair and longing. “And I…where does that leave me?”
Understanding almost drowned me as it crashed over me with the force of a tsunami. I locked gazes with Dexter, feeling horrified that Sage didn’t realize that he was a part of thisconnection, too, but relieved to see the blond already shaking his head.
“Baby,” he urged, his sharp gaze back on our mate, “Sage. No. Can’t you feel it?”
Sage sniffled, making my heart ache. “Feel what?”
“You’re a part of this,” Dexter answered him confidently. “You’re our mate, too.”
Sage scoffed and jostled us some more. I gritted my teeth and rode out the resulting surges through my knot.
“He’s right,” I insisted when I was able to speak again, though I knew I still sounded strained. “Think about it. My knot didn’t form until we were all connected in some way, and I have been feeling drawn to you both for so long.”
He was still as he contemplated my words, and I wished I could see his beautiful face to get an inkling of what he was feeling.
“Baby,” Dexter cooed again, “my omega says you’re mine just as much as he says Serge is. It’s all three of us. Listen to your dragon. What does he say?”
In the silence that followed, Sage’s breaths were hitching but calming. “You’re mine,” he eventually spoke, his voice so soft and uncertain that I had to strain to hear him, even with my enhanced hearing, “both of you.” There was a pause, and a definite note of hesitance before he asked, “But…how will that work with bonding?”
Chapter Eleven
Bonding.
Inside me, my omega roared with joy.
Our mate wanted to bond with us. With both me and our alpha.
And he wasouralpha. I felt it just as surely as I had felt the desperate need to have both men sate my heat. Additionally, even though I didn’t know how it would work, I knew that we would be able to bond. My dragon assured me as such.
And I had learned my lesson about ignoring my dragon. Once bitten, twice shy and all that.
“We’ll work it out,” I told him before Serge could answer with any of his usual calm, but vague ‘The Magic will do as it will’ rubbish.
I wanted to assure Sage with certainty. He was obviously still feeling unsure, and I couldn’t blame him. I would likely have felt the same way if Sergio had knotted him first. But I knew that it only hadn’t happened because I wasn’t connected to them when he came inside Sage. If I had been entwined with them at the time, I knew that he would have knotted Sage then and there.How I knew, I couldn’t tell you, but I was one hundred percent certain nonetheless.
Gods, I couldn’t wait until Sage could feel this for himself. The stretch and burn of an alpha knot, being locked together and pumped so full of cum that it completely cooled the burn of my heat, knowing that if I wasn’t taking the omega birth control pills, this would certainly result in pups…it made me giddy.
For anyone who knew me, that would be unbelievable. Me. Giddy. But I was. I felt like an entirely different man to the one who had woken up that morning. I had my dragon back, and two mates — one of whom was an alpha, the other my best friend and the man who I had been convinced could never forgive me for rejecting him.
