I grin against his skin and tut. "Look at what you've done, Olo. She's needing, and you denied her."
"N-No!" he cries, cock twitching in my grasp. "No, I di-didn't deny h-her."
"Then why haven't licked her pretty little pussy yet?" I press into his back, pushing him down farther, getting him closer to Lyra's core. "I saw that look you gave her before I came in. I know you want her."
"But sh—"
I push again and Olo struggles to hold himself up. His arms are shaking, along with every other part of him.
"If you're so against tasting her, then I suppose I'd need to do it myself," I say in a low voice, the sound rumbling in my throat. "Here, let me shift you out of the way mate and I'll tend to you after."
I release his dick and sit up, fighting a grin, waiting for Olo's reaction, and he doesn't disappoint.
"No! I want to, alpha. Please," he begs beautifully.
"I can't deny my perfect little omega, now can I?" I purr in his ear, once more leaning over him, pressing him down into Lyra, who hasn't stopped fingering herself while we sort out our next steps.
I can hear the moment Olo tastes her, because both my mates groan in unison, and fuck if it doesn't make my dick jump. My hand goes back to my male’s shaft and I squeeze, drawing another sexy little moan from his lips, lips that are wrapped around Lyra's clit. She's in a frenzy, her head thrashing back and forth, hands gripping the bedding for all they're worth as cries peal from her mouth.
Gods, I want nothing more than to watch them pleasure each other, but my tenuous self-control is splintering far too quickly to endure this much longer. I manage to hold off for a click or two before my patience snaps.
I lift Olo's hips and line myself up, sinking into him ever-so slowly, loving when he clenches my length, and I have to pause to catch my breath. My balls are already tingling, and I will my knot to stay dormant for a few more clicks.
Just a few more clicks.
The moment I'm hilt-deep, I reach forward and grip Olo under his arm to pull him up and off Lyra's pussy. Both of my omegas whimper, but I don't leave them wanting for long. Once Olo is upright, his back pressed to my front, I skate one hand down to his hardened length, gripping it at the base and guiding him—and myself—toward Lyra's core.
All the while, I ensure my own length remains firmly seated in my male's ass, guiding him forward until he's nothing more than a writhing mess between Lyra's spread thighs, fully sheathed inside her. Both omegas cry and moan, and I know if I were to look, I'd find both sets of their pupils blown. As it is, the scent of their slick is so thick, it's intoxicating.
Carefully, I release Olo until he's resting on Lyra's heaving chest, his arms too weak to support himself properly. But that's okay; I'll be doing the moving for all three of us.
My female wraps herself around Olo, and I take that as my wordless cue to kick things into gear.
I rear up onto my knees, hands on Olo's hips as I slowly drag myself out of his ass. He clenches around me, trying to keep my length locked within, but I resist the siren call until just my tip remains inside him. My little male goes as far as shifting his hips on a groan, lifting himself out of Lyra the smallest bit.
Without warning, I slam into him until his pelvis smashes into Lyra. She squeals, arms tightening around Olo as I set a punishing pace. Each thrust into Olo has his own dick slamming into Lyra's pussy. Each drag draws Olo out of her.
I lose track of time as I kick up a savage rhythm, forcing the two omegas to fuck each other, something I plan to orchestrate many times in the near future. There's no better feeling then knowing I'm pleasuring both my omegas at the same damn time.
But as much as I want to prolong this moment, it's not something any of us can maintain for long. I can already feel Olo reaching his peak, heralded by that telltale rhythmic clenching he does around my shaft when he's close.
I thrust once, twice, three times before he explodes inside of Lyra, his breathless moan music to my ears. And, just like Olo loves, I move through his orgasm, making sure to brush against his prostate with each thrust.
The moment he's spent, I gently slide out of Olo and settle him on his side next to Lyra. Then, lining myself up with her sopping wet channel, I grip her hips and slam in. She's soaked from her own slick and Olo's release, and fuck, it's hot as hell.
Lyra clenches around me with a scream, baring her throat for me perfectly. I nip and lick her neck as I seat myself all the way to the base.
Just like before, I set a punishing pace. Each thrust generates a squelching noise as slick and cum drip down to my balls. It doesn't take long before my knot balloons and catches on her entrance. I slam myself in and pull back out until it expands too much for me to safely withdraw without doing damage to my little mate.
Then I sink so far into her hot channel I swear the head of my cock butts up against her cervix. My knot stretches her insides, and she shatters, milking me for all I'm worth. I follow her release with a groan of my own, enjoying the little kicks from my dick as I empty myself into her still-spasming pussy.
When I finally come down my high, I pull her into my chest and flip us until I'm flat on my back and Lyra is splayed over my chest. Her eyes are already closed, her body lax in my hold, when I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. I reach out and pull a sleeping Olo into my side, where I press a kiss against his forehead too, feeling blessed by the gods themselves for my wonderful fortune.
I was complete with one omega, and now I have two. Two perfect little mates I'll cherish and protect until the end of my cycles.
Chapter 4
Lyra