The three of us tangled together in bed, our hands and lips and bodies moving even as our breaths turned softly ragged. Fletcher slid his hand beneath the elastic waistband of Sky’s sleep pants. Sky let out a soft moan, but Fletcher kissed it away. He drew Sky’s erection free of the fabric and began to jerk him off slowly, and my cock twitched, already hard and aching.
I sucked Sky’s neck, shamelessly rubbing against the Omega, while my eyes stayed locked on Fletcher. My kitten plundered Sky’s mouth, rendering the younger man helpless.
A soft growl rumbled up my chest. I wanted a piece of that. I reached out and snagged a handful of Fletcher’s red curls, drawing his face back to mine to claim his lips.
It was Fletcher’s turn to moan, but what he said sent fire licking through my veins. “Need you…”
“Yes,” I uttered, my voice thick.
We shifted around on the bed, undressing and unceremoniously tossing our pajamas onto the floor. I dug around in the bedside drawer for the bottle of lube. Sky was on his back, his cheeks bright pink, while Fletcher rolled onto his stomach, lying between Sky’s parted thighs.
This was a sight that struck a core memory, of sharing partners in the past, of Fletcher giving and receiving at the same time. He always loved it. Other Alphas called him a whore, but he wasn’t. Not by a long shot. He just knew what he liked.
“Make him feel good, kitten,” I murmured as I ran my hands over the round globes of Fletcher’s ass, squeezing and spreading him. Fletcher’s breath hitched—and then Sky let out a whimpered sound as Fletcher began to suck and lick on his hard cock.
I lightly slapped Fletcher’s ass. “Good boy.”
Uncapping the lube, I poured some onto my fingers, then rubbed my knuckles over Fletcher’s hole. It relaxed as I gently massaged it, then slipped my middle finger inside.
Fletcher’s moan was music to my ears, followed by Sky’s soft, “Oh my god,” and I chuckled, because Fletcher sucked cock like a pro.
Knowing my mate didn’t like a lot of prep, I pulled my hand free after a few minutes. I kissed his hip. “Are you ready for me?”
Fletcher arched his back and thrust out his ass, wiggling his hips a little, never once pulling off Sky’s cock.
I grinned. Applying a generous amount of lube to myself, I nudged my cockhead against Fletcher’s hole and sank in. His body resisted for only a moment before welcoming me, his muscles gripping me in a warm embrace.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” I uttered, kissing his back. Fletcher gasped and whimpered, arching beneath me. “You feel so damn good.”
“Adam,” he whined, his voice hitching.
I buried my face in his hair. “Yeah, kitten?”
“Don’t hold back. I want you.”
His words shot a bolt of heat through me, so fiery that I felt like I might erupt right then and there. I moaned low, nipping his shoulder.
I could do that.
Moving inside him came naturally, like breathing. We’d been together for so long that I knew what he liked and what he didn’t. I knew how to make him squeal and pant and beg for more.
But as I moved, my hands roving his body as my hips snapped, sending sparks shooting between us, I realized something.
I’d forgotten how good it felt to be in tune with not just one, but two partners. To feel Fletcher’s fevered body all around me, while watching him draw pleasure from Sky with each bob of his head. Sky practically writhed beneath Fletcher, his fingers knotted in the lynx’s hair as he gasped for breath, bucking up into it.
God, it was fucking hot.
“Fletcher!” Sky keened, his body quaking as he came so hard his toes curled. His body went stiff, but Fletcher didn’t stop—he swallowed every drop and sucked him dry, until Sky collapsed against the pillows, a quivering mess.
Fucking. Hot.
I dug my fingers into Fletcher’s hips and fucked him harder, and his whiny moan made me want to knot him so hard, he saw stars.
I yanked him back, repositioning his body to my liking, and drilled into him. Our bodies crashed together, my balls slapping his ass with each thrust. Fletcher panted and twisted, his fingers clenched in the sheets. “Oh god, fuck!”
I was right on the edge. I felt red-hot and ready to burst, but Fletcher’s pleasure came first. Reaching around, I grasped his cock in my hand and stroked him in time with my thrusts. He shook beneath me, curses falling from his lips before a keening cry split the air.
His muscles clenched around my cock with each wave of his orgasm, and that’s all it took to drag me over the edge with him.
