“But I can help you, Tristan.” Len’s tone broke, softening, sweetening, and my thighs rubbed together in response
. “My fingers are bigger, thicker, longer. I can push them into you as she sucks you so sweetly, until it feels like I’m knotting you, making you mine.”
“Tris?” I pulled my mouth off his cock with a pop, then stood up, tugging his head down, his eyes fluttering open. Those green depths swallowed me whole. “Tris, I love you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I’ll play with your prostate. I’ll suck your cock. Whatever you want, baby, I’ll do it.”
“Or?” His voice was a gravelly rasp.
“Or it can be like it is when the alphas fuck me. He can press that big hard body against yours, shove his hand between your buttocks, push those thick fingers in that’ll give you such a nice stretch. I felt them before. They burn.”
“Why?” he asked me. “Why now?”
“Because you need it and I want you to have what you need, like you give me what I need. Let me be your alpha, Tristan.”
He stared, sweat beading on his forehead, a single drop sliding down the side of his face. My eyes followed its trail.
“You want that?”
Fuck, I was a bad, bad mate. There was desperation there, long held back, only just given voice, and it broke my fucking heart.
“I’ve always wanted that, Tris. Always. You are my heart.”
My voice cracked, and a tear fell free, following the same trajectory as his sweat.
“Take my knot, omega,” I croaked out. I could never approximate an alpha’s bark like Tris, but maybe I didn’t have to. Maybe this, whatever the hell this was, was us. “Put your head back.” He followed my orders reluctantly, his spine tight, but I knew what would do the trick. “The alpha, my alpha, he’s going to cover your body with his, make you feel so small, so precious.”
Len’s eyes burned into mine as he shifted, and I wondered, not for the first time, what the hell I was doing. We were two omegas teetering on the edge of frenzy, and he was some fucking random we’d picked up at a club. He could eviscerate both of us, tear us apart trying to rut us, but for some reason, I doubted he would. He took up position behind Tris, big hands spanning my love’s hips, tugging him back and against him. Tris’ slick would be soaking into his jeans, but Len didn’t care, as he ground his cock hard.
“Breathe him in, that alpha scent.”
Len looked down at a blind Tris, his nose questing until he turned slightly, burying it into the crook of Len’s neck, sucking in his scent in frantic gulps.
Jesus, was that how I looked? Was I that fucking needy? A fluttering, fearful thing rose and rose inside me, but for now, I tamped that down. This was about Tris. If he could watch me contort myself on top of an array of alphas, I could do this for him.
“He’s going to pierce you now,” I said. “Give you those thick fingers.” Tris’ breath grew ragged as he saw what I was describing in his mind. “It’ll feel just like a knot going in, baby. Let me give you what you need.”
We did this differently, Tris and I, because we were different, I guessed. I didn’t feel like his alpha as I did this, I was just pretending to be, to get him what he needed. I was an omega—people’s needs clawed at me, demanding to be met. Most of them, I shoved off, but Tris’? It felt like only now was I really seeing what he needed, and as I did, I couldn’t pretend anymore.
“If you want this, if you want to feel him do this, put your arms around my neck, kiss my mouth, and then let me suck your slick dry.”
There was some of that day, the first time in my bedroom, about this. His hands shook when they went around my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair before he tipped his mouth down and met mine. I kissed him, trying to make him see everything I did—how beautiful he was and how much he needed this. I didn’t want to persuade him, I wanted him to embrace this, because the bossy little shit was an indelible part of his personality, but so was surrender. I felt it as I slid down his body, sitting on the edge of the seat, watching him cant his hips back and then spread his thighs.
“Fuck…” Len said. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Your body, your arse…”
God, this was hard. A part of me wanted to hiss and spit at someone admiring my Tris’ body, but I wouldn’t. I’d just grasp his cock in my hand, licking the copious slick off the head like it was an ice cream to the musical sounds of his moans, and then I’d hear it.
A sharp intake of breath, it signalled for Len and me to work together to blow Tris’ mind. I put his cock to my lips, sucking him in with the vacuum of my mouth, right as Len pushed a finger in.
“Jesus, fuck, Kit!”
I looked up at Tris and saw his eyes wide open, fear writ plainly there, but that wasn’t all. Len moved slowly, so I did too, staring into his eyes. The sounds that came from Tris, they were almost inhuman, a savage song of lust that we kept on dragging forward, moving faster. Tris was shuttling his hips now, meeting Len’s strokes and mine, then his hands slapped down on top of the car, using it as leverage, moving with everything he had. His body undulated like a wave, eminently graceful as always, as he took what he needed, and even as I felt a swirl of doubt, fear, and shit, even jealousy, Tris had never looked more beautiful than now.
“I’m going to give you another finger, to create the stretch you need, Tristan,” Len said, his voice a corroded mess right now, but his control ironclad. And he did just that, sending slick pouring down my throat. Tris was getting close, his dick taking on that diamond hardness that warned me of what was to come.
“That’s it, omega. Open up for me. Take my fingers. Your prostate is swelling under my touch, getting so fucking sensitive. You’re gonna come, beautiful, and come hard.”
The faint crack of an alpha’s bark at the end had every muscle in Tris’ body going rigid, a long, drawn-out sound escaping his throat, and then it all went to hell.
His fingers bit into my scalp, my eye makeup no doubt a mess as my eyes streamed, and I frantically swallowed every drop of the seed Tris gave me. It made me twice as restive, that sweet, sweet taste that was all him, as I sucked and sucked until finally, he pulled away. Then he bent over, Len’s free hand running possessively over his back as Tris devoured my mouth, kissing me and kissing me until our mouths stung.