“Already there, love. Always,” he said, sweat beading on his brow as his cock notched itself against my cunt.
“Which means you’ll come and keep on coming. Filling me with your slick—”
“Yes…” he hissed as he sank deeper.
“Coming back harder each time.”
“Fuck yeah, Kit. Always.”
“We’ve got all night, love. All night together.” I wrapped my legs around his hips and drew him steadily closer. “Come in me now, later, over and over…”
Tristan could never bear for anyone to direct things for long. He straightened up on his hands, piercing me with his gaze, before slamming his cock deep, just to watch my mouth fall open. The stereotype of male omegas was of slender, girlish guys with little, almost vestigial dicks, and that was certainly the case for some but not most. Omega bodies were like alpha ones—they came in a variety of sizes. And Tris? His was perfect—thick enough to make me ache, long enough to fill me completely. It was as if we were made for each other. I bucked up underneath him, unable to let him set that pace, meeting him stroke for stroke. And the alpha? He watched us fuck with a curious smile on his face, his hand snaking down, covering his knot, and squeezing. So when I gasped at Tris shifting the angle of his hips, hitting my G-spot with unerring regularity, making my slick run freely all over him, Len’s mouth fell open too.
“Baby
… Oh fuck, Kit, I…”
Our eyes met, locked together as he went still, so I felt every throb of what I knew was his exquisitely sensitive dick. The first spurt of his slick had me clawing at him, dragging him down on top of me, my face buried in his neck, in him. He was my Tris, my lover, my heart, and no matter what we were, nothing would come between us.
Of course, that was never going to work, was it?
We were messy, so fucking messy, tears running out of our eyes, slick pooling on the fabric of the chaise, gluing us together until finally, he was forced to pull away. Tris bent down and kissed me slowly, sweetly on the lips before withdrawing, flopping down on the lounge, then waiting until I’d wiggled over beside him and put my head on his chest to gesture the alpha forward.
“Time to do your thing, alpha. Give my girl the knot she needs.”
Every time we did this, it split us open, and in a lot more ways than just the feeling of a massive bulge being forced into my cunt. We were in love, mated, always teetering on the edge of frenzy, but never able to step off. We used proxies like Len to approximate the rituals our bodies were determined to need, but it came at a cost. There was a part of me that responded in a whole other way as the big alpha approached me, stroking his fucking massive cock, in a way I never would with Tristan. And what was worse?
There was a part of Tris that did too.
I was a bad girl because I lay there with my lover and I lied that this was just about us, but I was in good company.
Because Tristan? He lied too.
Chapter 6
Tris held me tight as the alpha approached, working lube up and down his rigid cock. That was a nice touch, probably unneeded due to how slick the two of them had left me, but my eyes couldn’t stop following the shift of his hand. My cunt ached. What Tris and I had done was so beautiful, it hurt my heart still to think about it, but then there was biology.
Inside every omega, once our designation was revealed, was this—a need to take a knot. I could have perfectly good sex without it, but…that knowledge, that forbidden fruit, was always there at the backs of our minds, making a suppressed part of us whine. Which was exactly the sound that escaped both of our lips as Len’s knees landed on the edge of the chaise.
Because that was the other lie.
I turned to Tris, staring at him for a second, watching the harsh glitter of his eyes as he observed every damn thing the alpha did, knowing what was behind it. This was his lie. We did this together, I did this for him, but every time we did, I held my breath. Not just due to the intense need throbbing inside me, my cunt clenching tight in preparation for what was to come, though that definitely contributed, but because I wondered if this was going to be the time.
The one when Tris put himself forward, dropped to his knees, turned over, and bent at the waist, presenting himself to the alpha in question. When I kissed the gasps of pleasure from his lips as I watched him come apart, when I watched him take what he needed. We’d had conversations, so fucking many, discussing what it would be like for him. If he wanted a female alpha toting a knotted strap-on or using her fist, working her way into him, or a male alpha like Len. Tris gave me every single thing he could to make me happy, and I only wanted to do the same, but he pulled away, snarling with anger, when any of the alphas we played with tried to get close.
And of course they tried. He was so fucking beautiful, especially when angry, like an avenging angel who gave no fucks about wielding his fiery sword against sinners. But with so little of his life within his control, Tris clawed that back when we played. He was the master of this domain, and he admitted no one into his personal sphere. No one but me.
Which of course made me love him more, that he saved everything for me, even as I longed to give him the same.
I looked over at him, stroking the side of his face, and just stared at him for a second, hoping to store every reaction, every harsh angle of his face away in my heart to keep me going until the next time we made it here. More times now, because the season was on, but still… Every moment away from him killed a part of my soul, because that was what he was—my other, better half.
“This is gonna be a fight,” Tris said, nodding towards the alpha, a small smile of satisfaction forming. He loved seeing me take massive knots. “You’re going to have to work for it.”
“So you will,” Len replied, then did something odd. I was scooped up, moved effortlessly until I was on my hands and knees, looking down at Tris. “You want to pretend I’m him, don’t you?”
The alpha, he had our number, and for some reason, he was the first to make that connection. Most were just supremely convinced that they were eminently desirable and got pissed when Tris told them to fuck off. A hand ran up the back of my thigh, then dove between them.
“So pretend it’s like this,” Len said. Tris worked out what was happening and shifted until he was underneath me, hand stroking his still rigid cock. “Pretend it’s him giving you what you crave. Stare into his eyes as I work my knot into you and imagine it’s him, that he’s your alpha.”