Chapter 24
Zayd
It is everything I can do not to rip Layla away from Sutton and sink my cock inside of her.
Getting to lap up her sweet slick is a treat.
Much to my surprise, so is the taste of her on Sutton’s skin.
It’s different than tasting him on her. Somehow even sweeter.
There was a moment when my tongue found his skin that I considered lifting Layla off of him to fill my mouth with his slick-soaked cock.
No Throkyn alpha has ever bedded another male. I put the thought out of my head as quickly as it entered. The thought is madness.
“On your feet,” Sutton orders me as Layla catches her breath after coming on Sutton’s cock and on my tongue.
I stand. My cock tents my pants.
This dominance game won’t last forever. I am the alpha, but Sutton deserves to know, without a doubt, that I am not going to steal Layla from him. So, just as we do when we play fight with our pups, I let Sutton win this fight, take the lead to help rebuild his confidence.
“Strip them off of him,” Sutton tells Layla.
On the other hand, I quite like it when Sutton gives Layla orders. I want to reward him for his commanding performance. Thank him for his generosity.
Layla’s fingers tickle my bare stomach as she drags them down my taught abs. She hooks her fingers inside the waist of my pants and pulls them down my hips. When my cock bounces free, her lips slacken open.
“Suck him off, baby.” Sutton grips Layla’s hips as I tangle my fist in her hair, her lips slipping down my length.
My eyes lock onto Sutton when Layla whines, looking to follow his lead as we fuck Layla from both ends.
“She’s close again,” he says with a wry grin on his lips.
“Our omega is pleased?” I ask, not realizing what I said until Sutton cocks his head slightly.
He asks, “Ours?”
Layla moans, her approval confirmed when Sutton’s eyes roll back, and his hips jerk as he holds her ass tightly against his lap.
The vibration of Layla’s throat as she moans through her orgasm sends me to my peak. I come with so much force, Layla chokes, pulls back, and finishes me with her hand as thick ropes of my hot seed cover her face and breasts.
“I’m a mess.” Layla smiles, but her skin is every shade of red.
“You are a vision of perfection, omega,” I assure her, placing a finger under her chin to raise her eyes to mine. She follows my touch to stand before me.
“Agreed,” Sutton says, standing beside me now.
“Even so, I would like to clean up before bed.” She takes only a few steps toward the bathroom before turning back. “Join me. Both of you,” she adds when Sutton and I exchange a look, questioning whether or not the peace between us can remain after the spell of our passion has worn off.
“You do not wish to kill me?” I ask him, just to be sure.
“No. Do you?” Sutton asks.
“No.”
“Then we should give our omega what she wants.” Sutton calling Layla our omega makes my heart swell.
I do not understand how, but I know now that this could work. We could share Layla. In fact, I am beginning to believe that we must. It is our fate. What other explanation could there be for the feelings I have, not only for Layla, but also for Sutton?
Even though I believe the three of us have found the answer to our predicament, I worry the pack will not like it.
But that is a problem for another day.
Tonight, I will take pleasure in the peace the three of us have found together.