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The orgasm before, when it was just Tris, it was the sweetest, sweetest of things. But this? This was everything. My ears bled from the sounds of my screams and theirs, while my hand worked furiously to push Tris higher and higher until everything went white.

For what felt like whole minutes, maybe more, I soared on the clouds of the most perfect bliss. Every crack inside me filled, every pleasure felt, and all of it wound tighter and tighter, coming together in him.

“I love you, Tris,” I said, my teeth finding his neck, biting but not really, him doing the same.

“Fuck, omega, fuck!”

Len swelled impossibly further, dragging the pleasure out until I was at the point of not being able to bear it before it finally all started to wash away. His cum jetted inside me, over and over, filling me full, ready to come gushing out the moment he drew away. It wouldn’t be for a while, and that was always the hard part. I pulled Tris in closer, seeking the safe harbour of his arms, needing that muscular pressure to bring me back down to earth.

“Holy fucking shit…” Len hissed once we’d all collapsed onto the chaise, impossibly wedged tight. “That was—”

Whatever he had to say was lost to us as we stared into the other’s eyes, each stroking the other. Len was a nice guy and all, but he was just a means to an end.

Or so we thought.

I looked back at this moment later, wondering at our complete and utter naïveté. Biology, she was a brutal bitch, as each one of us was about to find out.

About half an hour later, Len had softened enough to detach, even as his fingers clung greedily to me. The first sign something was amiss was I didn’t feel a burning need to push them off me. The second was when he got to his feet, retrieving rags to clean us all up with, bottles of water set by our sides

, and then he was curiously still, standing at my shoulder as I worked Tris’ plug free.

“Jesus, Jesus, fuck…” he gasped out as he worked his cock, a small spurt of cum splashing across his abs, and I bent down to lick him clean. “Mmm…” Tris’ hands were gentle on my skull as he leaned into every lick. He came across as a tyrannical prick to many who knew him, but Tris was sweet with aftercare. If I were his alpha, I’d pet him, stroke him, use the weight of my alpha purr to ground him back down. Instead, I was an omega, and then there was Len.

“Drink,” he said, handing me my water. I just stared at it, but the twist of his hand, his eyes when I looked up, brooked no argument. I took the lid off, drank deep, then offered the bottle to Tris, Len shaking his head slightly.

“No need to hover, alpha,” Tris said after he’d set the bottle aside. “You did good, better than any we’ve had here.” He cocked an eyebrow at me, and I nodded. “We’ll put you on our frequent flyer list, if you’re amenable.”

“About that,” the alpha replied, and the two of us went perfectly still. “Not…what you’re thinking.”

“And what’re we thinking?”

Shadows had formed beneath Tris’ eyes. Emptied of everything, he looked tired, making me wonder for the millionth time what shit was going down in the academies, but he would never tell me.

“I dunno, but it’s not that.” Len, seeming better able to address us when partially dressed, grabbed his jeans, pulled them on with a decisive grace, then handed us robes, setting the tone in a series of unconscious gestures. We slipped them on, good little omegas, and then sat together, clustered close as cats. “You’re mated.”

Tris snorted at that, a harsh bitter sound that had no place here.

“We aren’t—”

“You are. Anyone with half a brain can see that, which makes me wonder what the hell you’re doing. This, I guess.” Big hands and huge arms lifted, then fell, but those blue eyes cut through the two of us, sure as knives. “You do this regularly?”

“I knot my mate,” Tris said, hand in my hair, brimming with a confidence I didn’t feel but could lean into. “I give her what she needs. Now, I have a proposal.”

“Yeah?” Len looked us over with a slow nod. “And what’s that?”

“You seem to get our situation better than most, don’t feel the need to thrust yourself where you’re not needed, yet ready to go where you are.”

Len snorted at that, rubbing his face, then smiling to himself.

“All right, and?”

“We could make this a regular thing. All the omega pussy you could want.” I didn’t balk at his words, having heard this spiel more than once. That was all both of us were to alphas, and we needed to speak their language. “In return for…”

Tristan gestured to the room, to the remains of our debauchery, and for any other alpha, that would have been enough to sell him on the arrangement, until he got bored.

Len nodded, his eyes sliding over the chaise, the wet spots we’d left all over it, our play items, and then us, stilling for a moment before meeting our eyes, but what he did next surprised the both of us. Reaching behind his chair, he pulled out the bottle of Scotch we’d ordered.

“I’m not one of Marcus’ rent a dicks, even though there’s no shame in that. I supply his high-end piss, and he pays me handsomely for that. I was supposed to hand deliver it to the two of you, being esteemed guests of the club.” He set the bottle down on the floor in the space between us. “I don’t frequent places like this, not unless I have to. Too many masks, and that’s not including the people wearing the leather. Give me your phone.”


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