“I don’twantto rest. I want to fuck.”
Dexter’s laugh was damn near musical as it rang out behind me, then the warmth of his hand on my hip followed. I squirmed as his long fingers tickled me. “You spend a few nights behind bars and suddenly you’re a naughty boy, hmm?”
I craned my neck and batted my lashes at him, aiming for coy. “You like me being naughty, don’t you Dex?”
The skin at the corners of his eyes crinkled while the blue orbs themselves glinted with warmth and affection. “Nice try, baby, but you heard both your brothers. You really should take it easy tonight.” The hand on my hip slid around to my front, and my breathing hitched as it came to rest over my stomach. Neither of my mates had touched me this way yet. My heart hammered as Dexter’s voice turned gentle and sweet. Far sweeter than I’d ever heard him. I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“For him,” he crooned softly. “Or her. Or them. Whatever they choose to be. Please, baby?”
Gods damn it.
My mate knew exactly which buttons to press, didn’t he?
My arousal melted away, replaced by love and a much deeper, achier feeling of longing that extended beyond the physical.Then, suddenly, I was tired. So tired. My eyelids were heavy, and my mattress felt so soft and luxurious, and my mates were so warm and smelled like home and safety…
I didn’t remember falling asleep at all.
The next morning, I woke up with a start, feeling disoriented and a little panicked. It only lasted a few moments, before my mates’ scents and low murmured voices registered in my sleep-addled brain.
“Shh, beautiful,” Sergio’s lips brushed the top of my head and I arched into the contact like a cat, “go back to sleep. It’s early. I’m sorry we woke you.”
“You didn’t,” I insisted, rubbing my cheek against his shoulder, “Thisdid.” I rocked my morning wood into his thigh, relishing in his hiss of pleasure. “You promised, alpha.”
“I promised that I—oh, gods, Sage,” he groaned and arched into the hand I had slid into his pajama pants, finding his cock just as hard as mine, “I…I promised I’d wait until you were well rest—Sage.”
So sue me, the temptation to squeeze and stroke the prize I had found was too strong to fight. “I am perfectly well rested,” I informed him, borrowing from Dex’s usual brand of cheek. “C’mon, Serge. I’ve been dreaming of your knot since you first popped one.”
His resolve crumbled right in front of my eyes, filling me with satisfaction and pride. And, hopefully, I’d soon be full of his gorgeous cock, too.
“I’m allowed to watch, aren’t I?” Dex purred the question, resting his chin on my shoulder before he started mouthing at my bare neck and back.
“Mmm, more than that,” I replied, tilting my ass back to meet his answering hardness before I ground into Sergio’s thigh again. “I need you both.”
I wasn’t even exaggerating: my dragon needed both of our mates. Not just wanted:needed.
Dex licked at the shell of my ear, making me gasp and shudder. “You’re gonna bond with me, right? M-make an —ohhhh— an, um, an…” Sergio had rolled onto his side, joining Dex in his sensual assault on my senses, and words were becoming fuzzy and difficult to form. “A-ah!An honest omega out of me.”
There, I did it. I completed a sentence. I deserved a reward.
Like maybe my alpha’s thick knot in my ass.
“Patience, beautiful,” Sergio whispered into the same ear Dex had been licking, and his breath eased over the dampness. Goosebumps erupted over my flesh. My dick throbbed, and I whined as slick trickled into my soft pajama pants, making the fabric cling to my skin where Dex was still rutting into me.
“Fuck, baby,” his voice was full of praise, “you’re so wet already.”
I’m sandwiched between my two hot as fuck mates,I wanted to sass,of course I’m fucking wet already.What actually came out of my mouth, though, was a garbled, “Nnnggahhh.”
“It’s too early for this to be pregnancy hormones, isn’t it?” Dexter continued, sounding for all the world as if he was talking about the weather. But the reminder of my pregnancy lit a completely different fire inside me, making me buck and writhe with even more desperation, despite the fact that we had barely even started to tease each other.
I put the intense reaction down to not having been with Sergio since that first weekend, and to my omega demanding that he re-enact the moment he’d put a baby in me, butproperly, the way I had always dreamed of. With whispered promises of being bred, and filthy praises for taking his knot so well.
I got wetter just thinking about it.
“Jesus, Sage,” Dexter sounded stuck between strained and amused, “you really liked something about that, didn’t you?”
“Oh, is our boy dripping for us already?” Smug Sergio was back; a cocky, virile alpha who made me whimper for more. More dirty talk. More of his mouth on me. More of his touch. More, more,more.
“More,” I managed to beg, hoping that they would understand what I wanted, because there was no way I was going to be able to verbalize it.
