My attention goes to my lap where he’s grinding his equally hard cock up and down with mine, and I watch in a trance as he moves his hips in a sick rhythm. “Please, Alpha.”
Fuck I’m gone for this sweet little thing.
I register Kev’s groan from the driver’s seat. My hands release August’s face to palm my cock so I can run it between his plump, slick cheeks to coat it in his carmelly goodness before fucking his tight little hole.
Stopping myself before I get too lost in him, I take my other hand and quickly coat it in his essence to start to work him open.I refuse to hurt my omega, especially when he has no clue who we are. And I really don’t want him to be sore when he comes out of his heat. He’s going to be traumatized enough as it is.
Now it’ll be a different story if August wants to be hurt when we go over what he does and doesn’t like in the bedroom; that’s a whole new territory. But we’ll have that talk when he’s not heat-crazed.
My two fingers break through his ring of muscle easily, before one more follows. I know he’s been without a knot for a lot longer than I would ever want my omega to be without based on how easily he’s opening up for me.
I scissor my fingers open, making sure I stretch him the best I can, then remove them and immediately replace them with the swollen head of my cock.
“I can’t take it anymore… I have to be in you.” I mean for it to come out as a whisper, but it’s more of a growl. My cock breaches his hole, and I watch his face morph into pleasure right before my eyes. The connection only grows stronger between us, which I didn’t think was possible.
I grab his hips and start working him up and down my cock, but before I know it, August braces his feet on the seat on each side of us and starts to bounce up and down on his own. He’s rolling his hips in a way I’ve never experienced, pulling groans from deep in my chest. His hands are on the back of the front seats as he leans back, holding on, and in turn it causes his cock to bounce up and down practically in my face.
Fuck he looks delicious.
Slick is pouring from his hole, collecting on my thighs and balls, and his perfume is filling the whole car at a suffocating speed.
I look out the window as the car comes to a stop at a red light, not too far from the house. Kev grabs August’s face, smashing his lips to his in a heated, wet tangling of tongues, and that alonehas me wrapping my fist around this little omega’s leaking cock. I give him a few pumps, but I want to taste him so fucking badly.
With one hand, I keep him at the top of my cock so I can lean down to suck him between my lips. Their gasps as they pull away from one another have me smiling around August. His pre-cum is the perfect salted caramel, and I decide here and now that there’s no getting rid of him.
He’s mine.
My omega.
Our omega.
This time, it really is a growl that comes out of me. “You whimper so sweet for your Alphas, Little Omega.” And with that, I start hammering into him from the bottom while running my hand up and down his length.
A couple more pumps of my hips and fist in unison, and he’s coming right in my hand. “My good Little Omega, coming in my hand just for your Alpha.” I lean up, and Kev is quick to snatch my hand to get a taste for himself.
“Fuck, he tastes good.” Kev groans and grabs another quick kiss from the omega that’s more than ready to be knotted.
Kev’s voice pulls me out of the deep space I was spiraling down. “Abel! Abel! You can not go into a rut! He has not consented to you marking or bonding with him!” The car is going again, but all I can focus on is drowning in August.
“I’m good.” The quip is all I can give Kev in this moment while I try to hold onto any ounce of sanity I have left in me.
It’s a blatant lie.
I’m not good.
I have to mark him as mine. He can not go anywhere. August belongs with us, to be loved and cherished like the perfect little omega that he is.
And I make a plan to mark him as ours as soon as we make it into his nest.
CHAPTER
FOUR
KEV
I’m making my way upstairs where we’ve kept a very basic nest, just in case we ever ran into a situation like we’ve found ourselves in today. We’ve always kept it ready and stocked with the basic necessities in case we found an omega, and I’m sending a small thanks down to whoever will listen that our past selves did this.
Abel ended up carrying August into the house. I refuse to be the one to try prying August from his arms, so I’m grabbing the waters, random snacks, and anything else we may need for the next couple of days to survive this heat. My fingers are crossed that he’s not an omega that needs more than two Alphas to service his heat. I can easily share with Abel—he’s pack—but bringing in another Alpha or two is not an option.
