Abel blinks up at me and gives another nod. I haul him up to his feet and the three of us walk to my bedroom. My heart pounds with anticipation. Abel’s first time and he’s giving it all to us. We get all of his first times. He’s ours and we’re his.
Perry’s the first one naked. He lies on the bed, hand on his cock, and waits for me to strip our Beta. Abel lets me help him out of his clothes. I trail kisses down his jaw, loving all the sweet noises he makes.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers. Taking initiative, he takes my cheeks in his hands and kisses me slow as if he needs to draw courage into himself. I let him do as he pleases, let his hands roam my body as I shuck off my clothes.
Perry watches us with hooded eyes. His pheromones mingle with mine. The scent is delectable.
Abel whimpers when I direct him to lay on his stomach. I slick my fingers with my tongue and press against his hole, feeling him tremble and then open up, greedy for it. Perry’s hands don’t stop moving along his own length. He coats himself with his own slick, wet and ready, and strokes while watching me finger-fuck Abel.
Abel breathes in these tight, desperate gasps, pushing back on my fingers, chasing every sensation. “More, please, Buckle, please.” He moans, voice going high and shivery when I curl my fingers just so.
Perry leans in, kissing Abel’s neck, reaching around to stroke his cock, whispering filthy things in his ear. Abel’s noisy, wrecked, babbling praise and pleas, burying his face in thepillows as he comes undone on my fingers and tongue. Fuck, I love watching him like this. Perry must as well, because he squeezes the base of his cock as if he’s trying to keep from coming so soon.
Abel’s hole twitches around my fingers. I keep working Abel, fingers deep, until he’s begging for cock. I push to my knees and uncap the lube bottle.
“You sure?” I ask, and Abel looks over his shoulder at me, eyes wild and shining.
“Yes, please.” He arches his back, and I chuckle at his enthusiasm. “I’ve been practicing in the shower.” He holds up a hand. “I can take three fingers.”
“Oh, babe, my cock is bigger than that.” I press my head to his entrance.
“I know, and I’m not afraid.”
Perry runs a hand down Abel’s arm. “Buckle feels so good, sweetness. Just relax and bear down.”
Abel nods and I push in slowly. He whimpers and grips the sheets. After a few slow thrusts, he melts, blubbering and begging, his whole body trembling.
“So good. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck. This is hot,” Perry says, bucking into his hand. “What if I fuck you while you’re fucking him?”
“Yes,” I rasp out. A Buckle fuck sandwich sounds good to me.
Perry grins and bounces to his knees. His hand goes behind him and I realize he’s scooping slick to use as lube. I slow my thrusts because the sight makes me so close I might blow.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “Get your cock in me, Omega.”
“Gladly.”
I pull out of Abel and flip him to his back. “Hey, babe.”
Abel laughs when I press his knees to his chest. I drop kisses on his lips and chest while Perry works me open with his tongue and fingers. It feels so fucking good and takes everything in meto keep my legs from shaking. I slide back into Abel’s hot hole and savor the blissful look on his face as his eyes flutter shut.
Finally, Perry lines himself up behind me. “Your turn, Alpha,” he growls, voice barely recognizable. He pushes me forward, deeper into Abel, hands on my hips, and in one smooth motion, Perry slides inside. The burn and stretch rockets through me, and I groan, head tipping back, as Perry sets a perfect pace. The wet slap of skin, the scent of slick and sweat and sex, the stifled whimpers from Abel. It’s sensory overload in the very best way.
The three of us move together, every thrust shoving heat and pleasure through my body and into Abel’s. Perry is relentless, fucking me so deep I feel every jolt in my bones. Perry wraps an arm around my chest, holding me up as I lose myself in the rhythm, sweat slicking our skin.
We fuck until Abel’s voice is gone, Perry’s nails have scored red lines on my hips, and I can’t see for the white-hot pleasure burning through me. We shatter together, Abel first, then me, then Perry, each orgasm tearing a wordless cry from our throats.
We collapse in a pile of tangled limbs and tangled hearts, panting as the aftershocks roll through us.
Abel makes a contented noise, burrowing against me. I wrap an arm around both of them, dragging Perry in so our chests and bellies are flush, my palm splayed protectively over Abel’s spine. We’re a puppy pile of sweat and love and exhaustion. I can hear Perry’s heart pounding under his ribs, the rhythm slowing with every shared breath, Abel’s breath coming softer, steadier, as he melts into the space between us. If I can go to bed and wake up every day together forever, I’d be content. I don’t fight the sleep that takes me into dreams of a happily ever after.
Morning comes too early.I hold my mates close, breathing in our mingled scents. Abel’s already awake and grinning at his phone. I don’t have to wonder for too long what has him smiling like that.
“I just sent my check-in to Anya and told her we’re coming to Hawk Ridge. Be prepared.” He tosses his phone back on the nightstand and curls back into me. “I can’t wait to see her face.” His phone buzzes, but he ignores it. I’m strangely proud of him for that.
