In front of us, Dex laughed softly, then stepped in closer, caressing his own balls lazily before moving his hand to grasp his shaft. “Open wide, baby,” he crooned at Sage, who bent forward and, judging by the way Dexter’s eyes fluttered shut, took our omega mate’s length deep into his throat.
Sage’s fiery red hair bobbed in front of me, his hips writhing to meet my short thrusts. He let out sounds of intense pleasure as Dexter and I fucked into him from either end, and my alpha preened at the sensation of slick dripping from Sage’s hole, dribbling down over my balls.
“Oh,yes, baby,” Dexter murmured, his thrusts becoming rougher, “more of that.”
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant until I leaned sideways, craning my neck to watch my lovers together. Sage’s nose was pressed into the golden curls of Dexter’s pubic hair, his throat working to accommodate the other omega’s length while saliva trickled down his chin. But it was the freckle-speckled handdeftly working three fingers in and out of Dexter’s ass that really caught my attention.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I told them, only for Sage to deliberately squeeze around me. My hips stuttered. “Shit.” I slammed my eyes shut. I was not ready to come yet. With an open palm, I swatted the creamy flesh of his ass —the only skin on his body which wasn’t heavily freckled— and demanded, “Don’t do that, beautiful. Dexter and I are running the show right now.”
He moaned, which I took as agreement, even though it seemed to make Dexter shudder.
“Good boy,” I praised. I was rewarded with another wave of slick.
Did I mention how perfect my omegas were?
Sage let out a muffled cry when I reached around and stroked him in time with my thrusts, drawing another loud moan from Dexter, whose own thrusts into Sage’s mouth were becoming more erratic.
“Are you going to come for us, beautiful?” I crooned between ragged breaths, determined to send him over the edge before I came myself, aware that I had to pull out.
I was conscious that he wasn’t on birth control, and that he had said he wanted to wait before I filled him with my babies, but I couldn’t deny how badly my alpha seemed to want to breed him.
But Sage was right. We needed to take some time before we committed to starting a family. We should enjoy some time as a throuple first, getting to know each other properly, setting routines and expectations before adding any additional stresses and responsibilities to our lives. Besides, he said he wanted to be bonded first, too, and that wasn’t something we were in arush to do, either. Especially not when I had to leave for a few weeks. Stretching a newly created bond that far did not sound at all appealing.
But damned if the thought of him full and round and thoroughly, blatantly bred by my cock wasn’t an aphrodisiac.
“Mmm,” he moaned, deep and loud, his mouth still full. He repeated the noise every time my balls pressed up against his as I thrust all the way in. “Mmm. Mmm.Mmmmm.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dexter growled out, and I glanced up to watch him squeeze his eyes shut, his face contorted with ecstasy. “If he’s not going to —ah, fuck— I am.” He inhaled sharply. “Sage, baby, your mouth…”
Between us, Sage whined, and I felt his ass clench around me again as sticky warmth spread over my hand. I gritted my teeth against the pleasure of him squeezing my dick and the extra slick I could feel practically oozing out of him as the tension in his body loosened.
Pulling out, I reached down to stroke my cock, watching as Dexter stilled, his fingers tightening in Sage’s hair, fiery red locks tangling and bunching under creamy skin. “Fuck, baby,” Dex ground out, his hips spasming, “fuck, fuck,fuck.”
“Oh. Oh,gods.” Watching him empty down our other mate’s throat did me in, making me explode over Sage’s lower back and pale, freckled ass.
He jolted a little as the first spurts hit, then moaned and writhed, making Dexter yelp and withdraw from his mouth.
“Well,” Dexter said, sounding a little wobbly and dazed, but also incredibly smug, “I’d say that was definitive proof that your stamina over the weekend was not a fluke, old man.”
Chest still heaving, Sage’s head swiveled between us. “Wha—?”
I chuckled and stroked his back. “Nothing, beautiful. Dexter just thinks he’s amusing.” I winked up at Dex. “But Iaman old man, so I think we should shower and recuperate somewhere more comfortable than this couch.”
Chapter Fifteen
After a shower, we sprawled out in bed, despite it barely being early afternoon. My stomach grumbled loudly, much to my mates' combined amusement, and I lamented the serious lack of meal delivery services in our small town. Hell, there were barely two restaurants —three, if you included the greasy spoon diner— and their opening hours were all kinds of sketchy.
With the pack continuing to grow and expand, giving the town a larger footprint, I considered starting up my own delivery service. It wasn't as though I had a steady job outside of running errands for my brothers, and I didn't need one, either. Like most dragons and, I supposed, unicorns as well, I had spent my extended lifespan making investments to increase my 'horde'. I wasn't as well off as Brandt or Eric, but I had more than enough passive income to maintain my lifestyle. I just worked because I liked helping people and it kept me active.
A delivery service specific to our town would do both those things.
My stomach growled again, and I sighed.
My hypothetical delivery service would be really handy right about now.
Of course, if it was my delivery service, I would still be the one having to go and pick up the food. Ugh. I'd need to rope in some other drivers.
Beside me, Dex chuckled and poked at the soft flesh of my stomach. I was lean, but not toned, and I grumbled, attempting to wriggle away from his prodding fingers.
