Chapter 6 #2
Ash had sure as shit had everything else.
In addition to demanding Ryder’s knot over and over the second the damn thing deflated, he’d had Spencer’s mouth and hands working to pleasure him nonstop.
He’d also had Spencer’s cock down his throat, tickling his damn tonsils, when Ash had sucked it down like it was going to disappear if he didn’t swallow it whole.
Fuck, Ash was a greedy little thing during his heat. Demanding. Fierce. Probably the sexiest fucking omega Ryder could imagine.
And then there was Spencer. Spencer, who—with Ash lost in the daze of heat pheromones—seemed to think it was Ryder he needed permission from for every new step. He’d go from spewing the filthiest dirty talk Ryder had ever heard to asking whether he was allowed to have a boner.
“He’s trying to swallow my cock. Is that— Is that okay, you think?”
“He’s tugging my head down. You think he wants my mouth? Should I suck him while you knot him?”
It was ridiculous. Spencer was more experienced than Ash and Ryder put together, and he was specifically here to help during the heat—what did he think they expected from him?
But it was also doing things to Ryder’s alpha, the way Spencer turned to him.
The way he almost begged for Ryder’s go-ahead.
Ryder had never been so exhausted, so sated, so … pleased. Pleased with his domain. Pleased with the whole fucking universe.
He was probably going to feel like the world’s biggest jackass when he came out of the heat fog, but for now, it was heaven.
“Oh god,” Spencer moaned now. “Oh fuck.”
Despite the arousal thick in his voice, his pheromones had a sharp, stressed edge. Ryder frowned, studying him. They were so close together in the nest Ryder could see a bead of sweat rolling down Spencer’s nose. “Spencer, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want. You know that, right?”
“I know that.” Spencer threw his head back as Ash rolled his hips at a new angle. “And, I mean, I suited up, but oh fuck. Fuuuuck.”
From Spencer’s pained but pleasured groan, it seemed Ash had finally hit his mark.
“Then why are you freaking out?”
And he was. Spencer had his hands high in the air, like he was afraid to touch Ash even though Ash was now firmly lodged on his dick. “I’m just—I’m not supposed to—”
Ah. The Noah of it all.
Well, there wasn’t any place for that bullshit during Ash’s heat.
So Ryder rolled to his side and shut Spencer up by shoving his tongue in that pretty, obnoxious mouth.
The other alpha should have tasted like ass by now. They’d spent over twelve hours fucking and sucking and everything else under the sun. But Spencer tasted delicious, like cloves and cinnamon and the faintest hint of Ash’s marshmallow sweetness.
Ryder growled, shifting even closer, his hard cock brushing against Spencer’s hip. Spencer whimpered into Ryder’s kiss, letting Ryder take the lead like he let other alphas kiss him senseless every damn day. Maybe he did. His loud mouth was soft and surprisingly plush. Fucking addictive.
And then there was a hand on Ryder’s forehead, shoving him away. It was Ash, bent over Spencer’s chest, glaring at Ryder like a feral alley cat.
Ryder smirked at him. Ash bared his teeth, then claimed Spencer’s mouth for his own while he rocked his hips with determination.
Ryder laughed, the sound husky and raw with how thirsty he was. Possessive little shit. What a fucking brat.
He let Ash keep his prize but didn’t move any further back. The kiss had done what it had been supposed to do: Spencer had let go of his hang-ups and had his hands on Ash’s hips now, his knees bent and feet flat on the floor, using the leverage to drive up and meet Ash thrust for thrust.
Ryder could see why people went so nuts for his dick or whatever. When Spencer wasn’t freaking out over naked Ash or the implications of fucking Noah’s little brother, he was an easy, generous lover. Enthusiastic and unapologetically dirty.
And Ryder had heard him whispering to Ash earlier about nerve endings. He probably took dick like a champ. Probably grinned that stupid grin—the one where his tongue piercing stuck out between his teeth—while taking ten inches like it was nothing.
He talked too much, yeah, but that was easy to fix with a tongue or a cock in the right place.
And maybe Ryder had to admit that the talking part wasn’t that bad, anyway. It sure as shit got Ash going.
“How does he feel?” Ryder wasn’t sure who he was asking, but it was Spencer who answered.
“So. Fucking. Good.”
Ash had finally released Spencer’s mouth and had his head thrown back as he bounced up and down. Spencer rubbed his thumbs along the crease of Ash’s hips as he crooned, “God, spitfire, you ride dick like you’ve been doing it your whole life.”
See? That wasn’t the worst thing to hear in the bedroom.
Ryder propped his head on his hand and let his other hand drift down to his cock. He brushed the sensitive skin under the head with his thumb, belly muscles clenching with new pleasure. “You like the way he sucks you in?”
“Yes,” Spencer groaned. “Fuck, yes. So slick inside. You—you guys were stressing over nothing. His body’s doing just what it should. Perfect fucking omega.”
Ryder started stroking his cock lazily. He should be too spent to jerk off, but the heat pheromones were doing their job, and his cock was aching from the display in front of him.
“You gonna knot him like he wants?”
“God, yes. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Spencer started shuddering, his hips coming up hard as the knot they’d been discussing presumably swelled inside Ash’s channel. Ash keened, his long, slender neck still on display as he spilled cum all over Spencer’s chest.
Spencer was right again: Ash was a perfect fucking omega.
And they were gorgeous coming together like this, the two of them. All fucked out and fucked up on pheromones and sex. Ryder wanted to lick them both all over until they dissolved on his tongue like candy.
At the very least, he could get a little taste.
He leaned forward, licking a stripe of Ash’s cum off Spencer’s sweat-soaked chest. It tasted almost as good as Ash’s slick off of Ryder’s fingers.
On the next swipe, Ryder’s tongue brushed against the stud of Spencer’s nipple piercing, and Ryder gave in to the urge and sucked the metal into his mouth.
“Jesus.” Spencer’s shuddering took on a new, alarming intensity—poor, overstimulated baby—and Ryder released the piercing, leaning away again. He supposed he was feeling merciful.
Ryder stroked himself, no longer lazy but hungry, and it was barely a minute before he was spilling over his fist with a choked groan. It was a relief to let his knot stay deflated, to be able to take a break from keeping his omega stuffed full and satisfied.
He would have fed his cum to Ash like he’d told Spencer to do before, but Ash had already collapsed against Spencer’s chest, his eyes falling closed with a sigh—taking a little knot nap now that he’d gotten what he wanted.
So Ryder wiped his cum on the nest instead. It was going to be a crusty mess in the morning anyway. It turned out heats were a fucking filthy business.
This might even be over by then. The doctor had said Ash’s heats would be shorter in the beginning. Short but intense, she’d said.
Right on the money.
Ryder held one of Ash’s limp hands in his and tucked a leg over Spencer’s thigh. That felt right. Felt good. Everyone cozy in the cum-soaked nest.
“Get some sleep while you can,” he murmured.
Whatever Spencer said in answer, Ryder didn’t know. He was already joining Ash in dreamland.