And then their omega was in the doorway, fist deep in a bag of potato chips, studying them both with roving, heated amber eyes.
Spencer stared. It was all he could do. It wasn’t like he could move. His mouth was slack and open, and he was pretty sure his cheeks were wet. And his whole body was shaking violently, despite Ryder’s firm grip. It was either from the intensity of the knot inside him or the torture of his denied orgasm. Maybe both.
Ash tossed the bag of chips aside and dusted his fingers, stepping in closer. “Holy shit, is that what it looks like with me?”
Ryder grunted some affirmation. So, like, good on him for being able to make intelligible sounds. Spencer didn’t think he could communicate if his life depended on it.
Ash came closer still, walking around Spencer to look down at—what? Was he really looking at Spencer’s stretched hole?
Apparently so. Ash clucked his tongue. “Fuck, that’s intense.” But even as he said it, his pheromones were growing sweeter. Like maybe he liked it.
Ryder grunted again, stroking Spencer’s bare chest. “Hush. You’re scaring him.”
Was Spencer scared? He didn’t think so. He knew Ryder wouldn’t break him.
But Ash came around to Spencer’s front again and set his hands on Spencer’s face, wiping at the tears on his cheeks, all soothing and sweet in a way he wasn’t with anyone else. “You should see Ryder’s face,” Ash crooned. “You’ve caught the ol’ alpha obsession. You’re stuck with him now.”
Spencer forced his dazed and fucked-out brain to work. “And—and you?” he asked.
Ash’s eyes blazed. “Oh yeah. Didn’t you know? We’re a package deal.”
He took Spencer’s mouth in a filthy kiss, and Spencer was grateful for Ryder holding him close as he sucked desperately onAsh’s tongue—he didn’t think he could stay up by himself with this onslaught coming at him from both ends.
Ages later, Ash pulled back to whisper in Spencer’s ear. “Plus, he’s not the only one who thinks you look pretty when you cry.”
He must have been telling the truth, because Spencer could see Ash’s erection tenting his shorts. The omega liked what he was seeing, even if he was pointedly ignoring Spencer’s hard cock between them.
As if to contradict Spencer’s thoughts, Ash glanced down. “You’re ready to burst, huh?”
God, he really was. Spencer opened his mouth to plead for Ash’s hand on his dick, but it was something else that came out. “Can I suck you?”
There was a low grunt from Ryder as his hips jerked, and Spencer groaned at the shift in pressure. He was pretty sure if he looked down at his belly it would be bulging.
Ash let out a harsh breath. “Fuck. Okay.”
He shoved his shorts down, freeing his cock, and Spencer licked his lips. He loved that pretty dick. It was so perfect, all pink and flushed, precum already dribbling down the tip.
Spencer would have liked to tongue the slit and get more of the good stuff, but he was too worked up to tease. He couldn’t exactly lunge forward, speared on alpha knot like he was, so he pulled Ash in by the hips and swallowed him down.
Goddamn, he tasted good. Spencer moaned around his mouthful, and Ash cursed, resting his hands in Spencer’s hair.
Spencer knew how to get him there fast, and that was what he wanted today. He wanted Ash all breathless and fucked out like Spencer and Ryder already were. He wanted their pheromones all mingled like it was a real rut, so rich and intertwined that nothing was going to separate them.
Spencer sucked and swallowed frantically, using his tongue to get all that tasty precum. Omegas were so good at producing that shit. Gold fucking star right there.
And then there were the parts that were all Ash alone—the way he hissed above Spencer, the way his fingers tightened all mean around Spencer’s strands.
Spencer hummed his pleasure, trying to get Ash to pull harder, and Ash swore loudly, swelling in Spencer’s mouth. Spencer hollowed his cheeks, ready to get what he needed.
But then a big, calloused hand wrapped around Spencer’s cock, and Spencer choked as his nerves went haywire. Ah, fuck. That was too much. He couldn’t last through a hand on his dick after so much teasing.
Ryder’s thumb swept mercilessly over Spencer’s sensitive head, and Spencer fucking lost it. His vision narrowed down to nothing, and his spine sparked with electricity as he shot over Ryder’s fist with a tortured moan. He could feel himself spasming around the thick knot still inside him, and Ryder’s breathing grew harsh in his ear.
Spencer’s dumb mouth went slack again, but it didn’t matter, because Ash had wrapped a hand around his own cock and was stroking furiously. It was barely two seconds later before he was splashing cum into Spencer’s open mouth, stray drops escaping onto Spencer’s lips and cheeks.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Spencer groaned and collapsed back, but Ryder had him. The other alpha let go of Spencer’s softening cock and tucked him more firmly against his chest. And, like, thank God for those fucking perfect, tatted thighs, because Spencer didn’t know how Ryder was still holding them both up kneeling like that.
