“Why do you think I stripped you of your clothes?” Skylar asks, derailing my train of thought. “I needed things to surround him with as a barrier of our scents. I even lost my sweatshirt to the endeavor.”
“Mmhmm. You just like it when I’m naked,” I snort.
In reality, someone needed to be able to open the door and be presentable when necessary. He got dressed again after his shower earlier with Koen, and he’s wearing a t-shirt with his joggers.
“Oh, hey. Can we get a tracker that sends us regular life updates from inside his body?” I ask. “I was just thinking about a life alert for Koen.”
Skylar glances at me from across the room, but there’s no shock as he puts something in the freezer. We asked for a mini fridge from the front desk a little after we got here, and they were fairly accommodating, even if we had to pay extra for it. The money doesn’t matter to either of us, it’s the principle of the thing.
Skylar also had to tape some butcher paper to the broken window to keep the draft out since it’s now snowing.
“I’ll ask Fishman if such a thing exists. If not, I’ll have him commission it,” Sky replies. “I put the water in the trays for the frozen pushpops for his asshole.”
“Fishman’s or Koen’s?” I tease him, chuckling as he snorts.
“I am not at all interested in the aftercare of Fishman’s asshole,” Skylar says.
Koen whimpers as he shifts in his sleep and I can’t help but push his wild blonde hair away from his forehead. He usually has hair products to keep it sticking straight up, however, I love this look too.
I’m aware I haven’t known Koen for very long, yet I’m not quite sure what else to call the butterflies in my stomach as I watch him. It’s definitely not the bubble guts. I haven’t eaten anything to upset my stomach today.
“Alpha,” Koen whispers, his voice deeper than usual and raspy as he opens his eyes. His Caribbean blue eyes are darker as well, and I feel as if we may have changed places for a moment.
The wolf is now the sheep and vice versa.
“Yes, Little Viking?” I ask, watching as he pushes himself up until he’s on his hands and knees and crawling closer to me.
Unintentionally, I find myself backing up, and I swallow hard as I force myself to stop. I am not scared of my damn omega, butfuck if he doesn’t look like a completely different person. Gone is the nervous and blushing omega.
In his place is a feral, needy one with a mission.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Koen growls.
My eyes are comically wide, because I’m only wearing a pair of green panties and nothing else. Too many clothes where?
Skylar snickers as Koen pushes me onto my back, and I spread my legs so he can kneel between them. My omega’s hands tangle in the waistband of my silk panties before ripping them off me with a wicked grin. My lips part at how incredibly sexy that is as he drops the torn material to the side, and he stares at my very hard cock with happiness.
You’d think that he’d just unwrapped the best present ever. While I do think my cock is God’s gift to Koen and Skylar, I also was told as early as a teen that with great size comes great responsibility.
Basically, I have a really big dick.
Koen’s hand barely gets around half of it, and my eyes cross as I watch him lick up the underside of my shaft from root to tip. His lips suck the crown of it, and I can feel his tongue lapping at my slit as I groan.
I was so happy when I watched him take that dildo up his ass, because I think I’m only slightly bigger than it. An omega’s hole can take a lot of cock, especially with a little patience and his heat.
“Fuck, you look good like that. My two favorite people,” Skylar croons. “You haven’t had any more than a taste yet, so take it easy?—”
Koen completely ignores him, and uses gravity as he leans himself over like a top heavy object to suck down my cock.
“Ah! Oh my…Fuck, that’s so good,” I gasp, bracing my weight on my forearms as I watch him.
Koen’s mouth is open as wide as possible, and I can see the thick indention of my cock as it slides down his throat. His mouth is also watering at the taste of me, acting as extra lubricant to work me down his throat.
“Don’t suck on his knot, baby. Not many people can handle Rhodes, and he may knot you in his excitement,” Skylar cautions.
He’s not wrong. There’s a reason why Koen has only had the pleasure of sucking Skylar’s cock, even if it was while tied up and kneeling on the locker room floor.
Koen’s teeth scrape against my shaft in a clear threat about what he thinks about other people, and I hiss as I accept his dominance. I’m enjoying his jealousy. Telling him my body count is pretty low isn’t going to help when he’s in this state of mind, so I’m not even going to try.
