Len just shook his head, tossing his head back as he dropped down onto his knees at the end of the chaise longue, not a skerrick of surrender in him. He gestured for us to shuffle forward with two fingers.
“It’s me that’s doing this to you,” Tristan whispered between kisses. “It’s me that’s knotting my mate. You got that, Kit?”
“You,” I groaned as I felt the alpha’s hands on my ankles, moving my legs until I was posed to his satisfaction. “Only you.”
And so, as Tristan kissed me, I felt his touch everywhere—sliding up my calves, trailing along the backs of my knees, stroking the skin of my inner thighs.
“Only you…” I hissed as I felt his breath against my sodden cunt.
Chapter 5
We held onto the illusion as long as we could, but at some point, the reality of what was happening came crashing in. That was our lie, the reality we couldn’t talk about. Initially, the alpha, he didn’t say too much, but that just made us more attuned to the sounds he did make—the huff of breath as I was spread wide, revealed to him, the low sound he made as he settled between my legs. His big hands wrapped around my thighs without much effort, spanning their width with long, thick fingers, and then he gave a look up the line of my body, meeting my eyes, then Tristan’s.
“This is a sweet little pussy.” One hand, one set of fingers, they trailed down the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, slipping through the embarrassing amount of slick. “Wet too. You been playing with your girl before you got here?”
“I fingered her under the dining table in her father’s house, while all the alphas who want to try and take her away from me worked to impress her father.” Tristan’s fingers pinched down hard on my nipples, making me squirm, fresh slick spurting forth. “Every time I’m around her, I can’t keep my hands off her.” Lips on my neck, teeth biting into the skin, then pulling away again.
“I don’t wear underwear when I know he’ll be there,” I said, my voice hitching as the alpha’s fingers slid upwards. “I can’t do what I want to—shove him down on the dining table and take his cock right the way down my throat.” Tristan’s groans were music to my ear. “Dad wants Tris to mate with my alpha brother, but he never will. Tris is mine, so I take expensive de-scenter tablets—”
“I wondered at the muted scent,” the alpha said, staring as his fingers brushed the very edges of my pubic mound. “Still sweet, floral, musky.” His tongue ran across his lips. “But I’d never know you were this close to the edge.” As if to prove his point, a finger very deliberately and very gently grazed my clit, making me shiver all over. “You’re gonna come soon, aren’t you, princess? How the fuck did he mask the sounds of your juicy little cunt in some snotty dining room?”
Which of course was the moment he slid a finger insi
de me, thick, thicker than Tristan’s and making my spine twist as a result. Then when I felt like I’d taken too much and not enough, it was withdrawn with a lewd sound, then shoved deep again.
“Taffeta…” I gasped out. “Petticoats. Muffle sounds.”
“She coated my hand and fingers the whole fucking dinner,” Tristan snapped, angry somehow. But at what? “I could feel her twitch around me, sucking my fingers in, wanting more.”
“So that’s what you’re after?” There was something quiet and still about the alpha. He was still choking us with his thick scent, but his restraint made that a whole lot more bearable. He moved so slowly, unlike most alphas diving into the all-you-can-eat omega buffet, lashing my cunt with their tongues before stuffing me with their cocks. “More?”
“I can’t hold anything back from her,” Tristan said, my eyes finding his, but he didn’t look at me. He stared at the other man with an expression of such pain, such fire, everything I’d ever felt for Tristan swelled up anew. I never, ever doubted his love for me, especially in these moments. “Who knows what she needs more than me? So yeah, stop psychoanalysing us and get to work. Give her more—more pleasure, more orgasms. Get her coming and keep her doing so. I want to drink her screams of ecstasy down like the fucking Scotch that was supposed to be delivered here.”
“Just trying to work out how this shit works, chief,” Len said with a wink, then all that stillness gave way to action.
Big hands went up under my hips, jerking me forward and out of Tristan’s arms. He rose, big, so fucking big, it felt like he’d blot out the light shining from above. Then he leaned in, close enough that I felt his breath on my face, could feel the heat of his body, until Tristan began to growl. Len registered that with a lightning quick smile and then moved lower.
“I think you two just made my fucking night,” was the last thing he said before his mouth connected with my collarbone.
He burned, this Len, this alpha. Moans fell from my lips, even at such small caresses, and emboldened, his mouth roamed. He’d said he wanted to taste me, but I didn’t realise it was all of me until he traced the slopes of my breasts, Tristan’s hands back now, cupping them and plucking at the nipples. Between them, they were driving me insane.
“Offer them to me,” Len said between kisses, neither of us really registering the rough suggestion until the alpha stopped. My heartbeat raced in my ears, making me wonder if Tris’ did the same, and then the alpha looked up at us. “You want to control this, control her and me. She’s got beautiful fucking tits, your girl. They’re so lush and full, I reckon they’d spill out of even my hands, but you’ve got to offer them to me. Your fingers are all over them, teasing those tight little nipples…” Tris pulled on them hard, making me squirm and cry out from the pleasure-pain. “You want me to leave them alone, then I will. Or you can offer them to me.”
Silence ticked by, second by second, making the raucous sounds of the people next door getting off filter through.
“Kit?” Tris’ voice sounded taut. “You want the alpha to suck your aching nipples as I stroke your breasts? Is that what you want?”
That was the confusing thing about being in a relationship with another omega. Our natures meant that we were heavily influenced by those around us, the broad streak of empathy allowing us to feel what those around us felt. So was it my arousal or Tris’ that spiked at the thought? Or was it this alpha? I’d never really thought about that before, everything was usually so much simpler. So I answered in the only way I knew how.
“More.”
That one word seemed to galvanise them, Tris’ teeth digging into my shoulder as he palmed both breasts and squeezed them, almost glorying in the bounty he had access to and Len didn’t, before he finally relented. Tris’ hands slid under my breasts, offering them like fruit on a tray, his thumbs brushing the underside of my nipples. Len grinned, then dropped his head down, wrapping those full lips around one swollen nipple.
“Oh!”
“What’s going on, baby?” Tris asked between breaths. “What’s he doing to you?”
“Fuck… His tongue…” Len’s eyes rolled upwards, meeting mine as he suckled my aching tip. “He’s pressing it up against the nipple so it’s… Uh!”