Spread Open #2
Owen turns his face toward mine, his thumb still tracing lazy circles over my clit. "You ready to feel good, sweetheart?"
I nod, and Owen shifts up onto his elbow. He leans across me, and kisses his husband.
It's gentle, the easy kiss of two deeply connected men. And watching it from below, so close I can feel their shared breath, does something molten to my chest. Owen murmurs against Nico's lips, low enough that I almost miss it.
"Go on, alpha," he breathes. "Make her ours."
Nico pulls back slowly, pulling almost all the way out of me, then he inches back in.
The first thrust is shallow and careful, testing.
He does it again, a gentle rock of his hips, watching my face the whole time.
The stretch still burns at the edges, but the tearing pain is gone now, receding with every slow drag of him inside me, and in its place something hot and deep begins to bloom.
By the third stroke I'm moaning.
It falls out of me loud and helpless, and Nico's dark eyes flash with satisfaction. He gives me a little more, sinking deeper, his rhythm smoothing out, and every slide of that thick cock lights up a place inside me I didn't know existed.
"There it is." His voice is gravel. "Feels good now, doesn't it, omega?"
I moan out a long, teasing, "Yes."
The coil low in my belly draws tighter with every thrust, winding back up toward that bright edge. I roll my hips up to meet him, chasing the sensation..
"That’s it." Nico fucks me harder. "My greedy little omega."
Beside us, Owen has wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking himself as he watches Nico take me apart.
I can't help but stare at how lovely he is.
His hair is rumpled, falling loose across his forehead as he works his fist over himself.
His hazel eyes are dark and heavy behind nothing now, his lip caught between his teeth.
"Owen." Nico looks up at Owen, his hips never stopping. "Give our omega that cock." His mouth curves into a wicked grin. "Teach her how to suck it."
Confused, I blink, my hazy brain slow to catch up to what he means.
Then Owen rises up onto his knees beside my head, and he brings the flushed crown of his cock to my lips. "Open. Just like that. Good girl."
Not sure what he’s about to do, I part my lips.
Owen feeds the head of himself into my mouth, slow, watching my face the whole time.
"There. That's all for now." His voice has gone low and careful, the same patient tone he uses when he's talking to a student at the library. "Wrap your lips around it."
I do as I’m told while Nico slowly thrusts. The weight of Owen’s member is heavy on my tongue, smooth and hot, the taste of his skin filling my mouth. I have no idea what I'm meant to do with it, so I hold still, uncertain, my eyes flicking up to his.
He strokes my cheek with his knuckles.
"Use your tongue, sweetheart. Right under the head, that soft spot there." I do, sweeping the flat of my tongue across the underside of him, and he jerks, a groan tearing out of his throat. "Fuck. Yes. So perfect.”
Something bright and powerful blooms in my chest. I did that to him.
Useless, sheltered Lyra, who wasn't allowed to so much as watch a movie with a kiss in it, just pulled that sound out of a very sexy man.
I want to do it again.
I flick my tongue against that spot, and Owen shudders, his hand sliding into my hair, not pushing, just holding.
"Now suck," he breathes. "Gentle. Hollow your cheeks and suck, like you're—God, yes, exactly like that."
I follow every instruction as he gives it, clumsy and eager, as Owen coaches me through all of it in that soft, unraveling voice.
"A little more. Watch your teeth, sweetheart, only your lips. Take a breath through your nose."
Every time I get it right, he rewards me with another broken sound, and every sound feeds the ache that Nico is stoking with each deep drive of his hips.
"Open wide for me now." Owen's voice has frayed at the edges. It sounds like his control is slipping. "I'm going to move. Gentle, I promise. Just let me in and breathe."
I open my mouth wide the way he showed me, my jaw going slack. He rises up, lifting his body over my face, then he sinks his cock a little deeper, starting to rock his hips.
He's careful about it, shallow and slow, feeding himself in and drawing back in an easy rhythm that I catch onto fast. I breathe through my nose, letting him use my mouth while Nico uses the rest of me.
The low sounds the beta makes with every stroke tell me I'm getting it right.
"Look at her," Nico growls from between my thighs, his hips never slowing. "Learning to take cock like she was born for it. Our filthy little omega, stuffed full at both ends and loving every second." He drives in hard, wringing a muffled cry out of me. "That's it. Take us both."
I moan as my world narrows down to how impossibly full I am, split between the two of them with nowhere left to go.
Above me, Owen's rhythm turns ragged.
"Lyra—sweetheart, I'm—" His fingers tighten in my hair. "Coming. I'm coming."
His cock swells against my tongue, and then liquid spurts from the tip.
The first thick pulse hits the back of my throat hot and sudden. Another spurt follows, and another, each one a warm spurt jetting across my tongue.
It tastes strange and heady, salt and something muskier underneath. It coats my tongue and the roof of my mouth, warm and thick. I hold it there, working him through the last few pulses while he shakes apart above me.
Owen lets out one last moan, then he falls backward, his cock slipping from my mouth. He sinks onto his heels, wrecked and gasping.
"Open." Nico commands me. "Show me what he gave you."
I quickly obey, opening my mouth wide so he can see Owen's release still pooled on my tongue.
Something feral tears loose in Nico's face.
He surges up over me and crashes his mouth to mine, kissing me hard. It’s deep and filthy, licking into me, groaning as he tastes his mate in my mouth. His hips pound into me, fucking me harder. It’s so brutal and desperate, fucking me like he's trying to climb inside my body.
Then I feel it.
The base of Nico’s cock swells inside me, growing with every thrust.
The sensation is so intense my eyes roll back as the pressure builds, stretching the ring of me all over again, and the sting flares sharp and sudden. I gasp against the alpha’s mouth as panic takes hold once again.
"No," I turn my head sharply to one side, breaking the kiss. "Wait, it's too—" A pained whimper tears from me as Nico drags his teeth over my neck.
All I can feel is his tongue and teeth and swelling cock, and it’s so overwhelming I want to scream. Then the last of Nico’s knot balloons and he slams into me one last time, popping it into place as he comes hard inside me.
And my whole body lights up at once.
An orgasm rips through me right on the edge of the pain, the two braided so tight I can't tell where one ends and the other starts. My stretched pussy spasms helplessly around the thick base lodged inside me until I'm sobbing from how much it is.
But just when I think the worst of it is over, Nico bites me. Hard.
His canines tear into me, right beneath my right ear, claiming me as his own.
I scream and I come again, clawing down his back, my body clamping around him so tight it wrings us both.
And then something inside my head snaps open.
It pours into me all at once. Nico. All of him.
His wants and fears, and his fierce, aching love, crashing through every pore in my body.
It's too much. Too full, too bright, too everything, and I've lost track of which racing heartbeat is his and which is mine.
My vision goes soft at the edges, blurring, the room smearing into shapeless color and light. Somewhere above me, I feel Owen lean close, his lips at my temple, his voice a gentle thread through the roar in my head.
"We’ve got you, omega," he whispers. "It's okay, sweetheart. Everything's going to be okay."
I hold onto those words as the blur closes in, and then there's nothing at all.