Parker sucks him messy and loud, tongue flicking over the piercing every time she pulls back. Arlo’s hand sifts into her hair, gently gripping loose strands as she takes charge. His eyes flick to me, that knowing smile on his face pissing me off.
“She’s mad at you,” he says, voice strained. “And she’s making sure you feel it.”
I swallow hard. My cock is aching, straining against my sweats, but I don’t move. Parker pulls off Arlo with a wet pop and stands up, stripping her own practice shorts and panties in one rough motion. Slick is already shining down her thick thighs as she turns, backs Arlo down to the floor, and sinks down onto his cock in one slick glide.
The sound she makes is filthy, echoing in the small space.Fuck.
Arlo groans, hands gripping her ass as she starts riding him hard, fast, punishing strokes that make her tits bounce under her sports bra. Her scent explodes through the locker room, sweet peach and vanilla so thick I can taste it.
I’m breathing through my mouth, trying to hold back, but when Parker looks straight at me, eyes glassy with pleasure and defiance, and moans Arlo’s name like a challenge, I snap.
I cross the room in three strides, grab her hips, and yank her off Arlo’s cock. She gasps as I spin her around, bend her over the wooden bench, and shove my sweats down just enough to free myself.
“Fox—” she starts, but it turns into a broken cry as I slam into her in one brutal thrust.
She’s soaked, gripping me like she was made for this. I fuck her hard, my hips snapping against her flesh, the wet slap of skin echoing off the lockers. My hand finds her throat from behind, collaring her exactly the way she likes. “You think you can punish me?” I growl against her ear, voice raw. “You think I’m letting anyone else have me? Not fucking happening.”
Guilt and possessiveness twist together until I can’t tell them apart. I fuck her harder, my knot already starting to swell at the base of my cock. Arlo is stroking himself beside us, eyes locked on where I’m stretching her open.
Parker lets out a wild moan, pushing back onto me, taking every inch. “Then knot me,” she demands, her voice already wrecked. “Show me how much you actually want me.”
I let every emotion I have for Parker slide onto my face as my knot pops inside her with a wet sound, locking us together. She comes instantly, clenching around me so hard my vision whites out. I keep grinding deep, dragging the knot against her walls until she’s shaking and sobbing my name.
“Fox, ungh,Alpha,” she sobs as she slightly slumps forward, pulling at my knot.
I spill inside of her a second time, my knot swelling further as Arlo steps up beside us. He slips his hand into her hair, dragging her head up before fisting his cock again. “Fuck, look at our pretty Omega.”
He comes with a groan, painting her flushed cheek and open mouth with thick stripes of cum. Parker whimpers, tongue darting out to taste him, and I thrust one last time as deep as the knot will let me, the squelch of my release and her slick seeping down around my knot and coating my balls.
We’re still locked together, panting, when voices echo from the hallway outside the locker room door.
“Shit,” Arlo laughs breathlessly.
I scoop Parker up, still knotted deep inside her, and carry her toward the showers. Arlo follows, grabbing towels on the way. We make it into the last stall just as the outer door opens. My knot loosens just enough for me to pull out, standing her up against the tiles.
She’s blissed out, eyes half-lidded, cum and slick dripping down her thighs as her eyes meet mine. I rest my forehead against hers, gently placing my hand at the base of her throat, feeling her swallow beneath my fingers.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her, my voice edged with a growl. “No one else is touching me. Not ever. Only you and Arlo. You hear me?”
She nods, a small smile curving her lips. “Good.”
Arlo steps under the spray with us, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before dragging me into a full kiss. Then he steals Parker from me, pushing her fully under the water as he takes a cloth to start washing her down. “Feel better, baby?”
She hums, curling into his chest as I watch the two people close to me finally settle.
Mine.
And I’m never fucking this up again.
parker
IstepintoMilo’sapartment and immediately regret every life choice that led me here. The scent hits me like a wall, the smell of three very satisfied people who definitely did not wait for the bedroom. My Alphas’ scents are still clinging to my skin from this morning, but the apartment itself is layered with Milo and his brother’s scents along with their Alpha, Iris’s warm sandalwood-vanilla. It’s a lot.
Milo wrinkles his nose the second he sees me, then bursts out laughing. “Oh my god, Parker. You smell like you just rolled out of a three-way in a peach orchard and you’re mad at my apartment?”
Harlow, right behind me, makes a face and fans the air in front of her. “It’s not even subtle. Girl, did you shower after practice or just let them mark you up?”
Avery and Kit file in after her, both immediately grimacing. “Jesus,” Avery mutters, covering his nose with his sleeve. “It’s like walking into a bakery that also runs a sex club.”
