My alpha’s eyes are hungry as he watches me take our beta to the hilt. His scent of tangerine and cinnamon floods the room, driving me wild.
“Fuuuuuck.” Noah’s fingers clench and unclench, moving from my head to my tits to my ass, roving everywhere, settling nowhere as he reaches, gropes, claims. He moans again and pushes me back against the mattress, then rolls on top of me, wasting no time plunging himself into my slick pussy.
It’s a sudden shift and Noah isn’t gentle about it, but I’m more than ready for him. These past couple days my body has always been ready, no matter how the rest of me may feel. There’s no mistaking it, my heat will be here soon. At least I won’t have to endure this one alone. At least I won’t have to worry about the secrets my heart is keeping while my body is laid bare for them.
It feels so good now with Noah inside me. He belongs. We belong, even if we’re both still figuring out who we are and how we relate to the world around us now that our true natures have come to light.
Ben’s dark eyes watch as his closest friend pounds his flesh into mine, sending a fresh wash of slick to my folds. I want him. I want them both together at the same time.
But right now Noah needs it to be just us, and I’m nothing if not flexible. I grab his ass and dig my nails into the tight muscles there, continuing to writhe and buck beneath him as I hang on tight.
“Noah,” I whisper around a fresh gasp of pleasure as that first orgasm rips through me, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake.
“So fucking tight,” he moans in appreciation. Just as my body can expand, so too can it contract. It’s made for ecstasy, for life.
As if operating with a mind of their own, my inner walls clamp down on Noah, clenching, squeezing, and driving him wild. Another wave of ecstasy crashes over me, only this one doesn’t recede, doesn’t stop.
Noah goes rigid above me as his cock releases its load deep inside me. I expect him to finish, to roll to the side, panting hard. But instead he resumes the easy rhythm between us.
In and out, and back and forth.
And heaven. And heaven.
And heaven.
Alphas need to rest and recharge. But Noah’s not an alpha. His body isn’t made for reproduction like an alpha’s or an omega’s. His body just is.
And that’s a fucking beautiful thing.
Maybe betas don’t need packs for this very reason. Maybe one person can simply be enough to meet another’s sexual appetites.
Right now I’m so ensconced in this moment with Noah that I’ve forgotten about Ben watching us from the other bed.
“Violet,” he pleads in a hoarse whisper. I turn my neck to the side and see him standing beside us, fully nude, cock in hand and at the ready. He gave me and Noah our moment, but then we decided to steal another for ourselves. That was a step too far. Now our alpha is done waiting in line.
And since Noah is no longer pretending, he readily dismounts to concede his spot. But I’m still the same omega I’ve always been, and I’m not done with him yet. Rising to my hands and knees, I angle my ass toward Ben, inviting him to take me however he likes. At the same time I beckon Noah to return. Once he’s within reach, I pull him toward me until I can reach that glorious cock of his.
Ben enters me from behind, reaching one hand around to finger my clit as he slams into my pussy from the back. I draw Noah into my mouth once again, bobbing my head in time to each of Ben’s increasingly furious thrusts.
And I don’t slow down and I don’t stop until the three of us all climax together. We may be a strange little pack, but I’m certain we can find a way to make this work.
Even though I was definitely hungry for Noah’s cock, it doesn’t fill me the way my body needs. And soon I can’t ignore the growling in my stomach any longer.
I take a quick rinse in the shower without any male company so that I can focus on getting myself cleaned up and ready for whatever else this day might hold.
When I emerge, Noah directs us to his favorite little eatery in town and orders huge stacks of buttermilk pancakes and a heaping side of bacon for the table.
I slather my breakfast in butter and maple syrup, then shove a giant, unladylike bite in my mouth and moan as the flavor explodes on my tongue.
“Where have you been all my life?” I address my next bite before cramming it in too.
Ben brushes his foot against mine under the table. “Second best thing you’ve had in your mouth all day, huh?”
I roll my eyes and take another bite.
Suddenly Noah seems fixated on his plate, his cheeks growing red with embarrassment.
I reluctantly set my fork aside and reach across the table to grab his hand. “Hey, he’s right, you know. This is delicious, but what we did before breakfast was even better.” I squeeze his hand and let it go.