Tristan drew Jackson’s hand away enough that he could slip in beside me, kissing me first quickly to suck the taste of Jackson off before moving in for a taste of his own. The two of them eyed each other warily, then Tristan smiled his devilish angel smile and swooped in. It was a curiously gentle thing, just a little overture, but by the sounds of Tristan’s breath, none the less hotter. He tried to pull back, back to me, but struggled, unable to stop himself from sucking the beta’s full bottom lip.
“Yeah, all right,” Tris said when he finally did release Jackson, “I get it now.” His hand ground down on the hard dick trapped in his jeans. “I really fucking get it, and since you and I are the only ones currently fucking, you’re gonna get it,” he promised me with a dark look, softening that with a nip of my lip. “But we aren’t the only players in the room. What about you two?”
Oh yes, what about that?
Len was dead silent, not even moving, so he left Jackson to answer the question, the beta laughing ruefully before scratching at his head.
“Doing booze runs was largely sitting around, waiting for a shipment, then waiting until the water police were out of the way, then waiting for a buyer to show once we got the goods off the dock. A couple of young, red-blooded blokes with a lot of time on their hands…”
“Meant a whole lot of dick in your hands?” Tristan asked. “Each other’s dick.”
“That doesn’t have to—” Len said, but Tristan held up a hand imperiously.
“So how did that go?” he prompted.
“What? Do you want me to show you?” Jackson asked incredulously.
Tris looked at me and I at him, and we both smiled.
“Yeah, I reckon we do.”
“Len?”
That vulnerability in Jackson’s voice made me shift restlessly, but Tris held me closer, trying to stroke me through it.
“You want to see me with Jackson?” Len asked us. Big, big mistake, and something we’d need to work on. It was time for our alpha to wake up and smell the pining hottie, because there was more at play here than just Tris and me. His myopic alpha focus on us omegas could be used to our advantage though.
“You have to be hard, alpha,” I purred. “So hard.” I was a caricature of an omega right now, but what did that matter when instincts were rising? I rubbed my thighs together, the sound drawing the attention of all of them. “You don’t want to fuck us, not until it means something, and that’s going to take some time. But Jackson? You can’t knot him. You can save that for us and…”
“Fuck, alpha, I want that so bloody much,” Jackson said. “Like old times.”
“Yeah?”
That was the moment I knew I’d won. That ragged growl that came right before Len threw himself across the bed and grabbed the beta, fisting Jackson’s hair, straddling his thighs, and covering the slightly smaller man with his body.
“You want me, beta?”
“You’ve got no fucking idea how much. My dick has been rigid and leaking like a tap since last night. My balls—”
Jackson’s nervous chatter was silenced by Len, his kiss devouring, and Jackson held on for dear life, but he wasn’t a passive recipient for long. Tris looked at me, nodding as he finally saw Jackson’s neediness just like I did, but anything we might’ve wanted to communicate got pushed to one side as Len jerked backwards.
“You sure about this? I’m fucking fit to burst,” he asked the beta, and Jackson, he just grinned. “I can’t be gentle.”
“You never fucking were,” Jackson shot back as he reached up and unbuttoned Len’s jeans. “Fuck, alpha…”
“Yeah, this isn’t gonna work,” Tris all but growled as the beta pulled Len’s cock out, slapping it against his palm. “I’m so fucking hard.”
His words ended in a desperate whine, leading to me slipping behind him and hugging his body as I peered past him, watching the two of them as Jackson stared up at his alpha right before he opened his mouth, ready to take Len deep.
“Jesus!” Tris yelped as I pulled his cock free, stroking it slightly right as Len drove his dick down Jackson’s throat, but it wasn’t the violence of Len’s gesture that had us rattled, it was the way Jackson stared up at the other man. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes, but he sucked Len with everything he had, his cheeks hollowing. “I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to hold out, Kit,” Tris told me as my hand swivelled up and down.
“Don’t,” I whispered into my mate’s ear. “Just let it all go, Tristan.”
Chapter 30
We were a mess.
Tristan’s cock was leaking so much slick, I could barely generate any friction, having to squeeze him hard instead. And him, his hips canted upwards, pushing his dick through my hand faster and faster, in time with Len’s strokes.