Chapter Eight
Sage is kissing me .
The thought made my omega roar with delight.
Mate, he purred happily at the back of my brain. Mate.
I was so far gone with heat that I didn’t have it in me to be rational. To argue with him and insist that, no, Sage couldn’t possibly be our mate because he was an omega like me.
Instead, I closed my eyes and let my best friend ravage my mouth in what had to be the best first kiss in the history of first kisses.
None of the soft, gentle, romantic crap that most omegas swooned over.
No — this was raw passion and hunger. The build up of hundreds of years of affection and longing.
He wasn’t rough with me, but he wasn’t tentative, either, taking from me exactly what he wanted and giving me more than I ever could have dreamed.
I melted into him, still burning and aching with the heat coursing through my veins, but also soothed by his tongue tangling with mine, and the long, elegant fingers digging into my scalp.
He kissed me until I was dizzy from lack of oxygen, but I would have gladly passed out with his lips on mine if he had not pulled away. In fact, I whined when he did.
Sage’s blue eyes were dark and hooded, but his smile was gentle as he peered down at me, still half-hanging out of the back seat of his car. His arm at my back, supporting me, was the only reason I hadn’t toppled out and onto the cold concrete of the garage floor.
“Hi,” Sage murmured sweetly, as if he hadn’t just ravaged me within an inch of my life.
My omega purred.
Ignoring the ache in my belly and the flames licking beneath my skin, I grinned at my best friend, elated to finally —finally— be connecting with him the way I should have a century earlier. Having my dragon alert and happy again was also making me giddy.
“Hi,” I replied.
Suddenly, the moment did feel soft and romantic…and I immediately took back every disdainful thought I’d had about omegas who enjoyed that kind of thing because, as it turned out, I was one of them after all.
“Let’s get inside,” he said, gently tugging me out of the car. I grimaced at the trail of slick I was leaving over the rear seats, but Sage just waved his hand dismissively.
“It will wash,” he said as I attempted to apologize, and then his smile turned wicked.
“Besides, my car will smell like you. Like your heat. And that” —he palmed over the prominent bulge in his pants— “sounds perfect to me.” He shot a look over my shoulder, still smiling.
“Are you having the same urge to roll around in it as I am?”
With a flush of guilt, I remembered Sergio. Sweet, attentive, perfect silver fox Sergio, who had given me the most intense orgasm of my life so far. That had to be the reason I was able to stand now; the rush of endorphins and sexual energy satisfying the heat long enough to get us all inside.
I turned to catch the older man nodding, his eyes taking Sage and I both in.
His usually stoic expression had been replaced with pure desire and he was making no attempt to disguise it.
With his own hair mussed and his clothing wrinkled and streaked with my slick and cum, he was almost unrecognizable.
“You joining us inside, Serge?” I found the energy to tease, reaching down to stroke my still hard dick.
My orgasm had been phenomenal, but with my heat insisting I needed more, I was beyond ready to go again.
His usually pale blue —now stormy and nearly gray— eyes tracked my hand’s movements and he swallowed roughly. “My omega is still demanding you both.”
And he was. My dragon was insisting I take them both to bed. That I mate with both of them.
I had always been rather greedy, and it seemed my dragon was no different.
With visible effort, the unicorn returned his gaze to mine. “Lead the way.”
Sage and I tumbled into Sage’s king-sized bed in a mess of limbs, our clothes having been removed and strewn throughout the house along the way.
Sergio seemed content to watch as Sage and I kissed and fondled each other, making soft sounds of approval and pleasure from a few paces behind us as we went.
When I looked up from the bed, though, he was just as naked as we were, and I arched my back while I crooked a finger in his direction.
“Please,” I begged him, “I need you here.”
“You just tell me what you need, dear-heart,” he crooned, climbing onto the mattress on my left, with Sage plastered to my right side, his mouth sucking hickeys into my skin, “and I will do it.”
“Fingers,” I demanded, bucking my hips, needing to be filled. “Yours and Sage’s. Together.”
“Oh, fuck, Dex,” Sage practically hissed, his hand already reaching between my legs, “do you have any idea how hot that is?”
Given that it was happening to me, I had some idea, yes. But before I could summon up a dry reply, Sage’s fingers were slipping inside me and my ability to form words was no more.
“Fuck,” my best friend repeated, thrusting his fingers slowly, scissoring and stretching them in the most delicious way, “you’re so wet, gorgeous. So wet and hot inside.”
Once again, I was going to reply, but then the additional pressure and stretch of Sergio’s fingers were right there and my eyes rolled back in my head of their own accord.
“Oh my Gods,” I moaned, rolling my hips as Sage and Sergio found their rhythm together, scissoring and curling inside me, rubbing up against my prostate with nearly every movement. I felt an indecent amount of slick practically pouring from me, but I didn’t want this blissful torture to end.
“Sss-Sss-Sss…” I couldn’t form their names, overwhelmed by the pleasure I was feeling. The sibilant ‘S’s were all I could manage with every roll of my hips. “Sss-Sss-Ssssss!”
It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what my body craved. What my omega needed.
Lifting my head, I wanted to voice my desperation, the ache from the heat and the sheer necessity to be fucked and flooded with cum on the tip of my tongue and then—“Holy fuck!” I yelped, crashing back against the pillow and arching off the mattress as Sergio’s mouth found my stretched, slick-drenched opening.
His fingers were still inside me, but he was lapping at my rim, too, his sexy silver beard tickling my ass cheeks and the inside of my thigh. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“Jesus,” Sage breathed from my right, but I couldn’t see him. My eyes were clenched shut, the overwhelming pleasure of the multiple sensations too much for me to handle. “Serge…fuck…does he taste as amazing as he smells?”
From between my legs, Sergio hummed, and the blissed-out sound was magic to my ears. My dragon preened.
“Can I taste?” Sage asked and I braced myself to feel his mouth replacing Serge’s, but when Serge’s mouth pulled away and I instead heard Sage’s surprised gasp followed by dual deep groans, I opened my eyes.
“Oh fuck,” I gripped my neglected cock, stroking it to the sight of Sage and Sergio locked in an erotic kiss.
Serge’s beard glistened with beads of moisture —my slick— and Sage was attacking his mouth with the same kind of ferocity I had experienced when he had opened the car door.
It was as if Sage was trying to devour Sergio and, in turn, Sergio was doing the same with Sage.
It was erotic as all hell.
When they separated, Sage appeared dazed. “Wow,” he said, eyeing Serge with wonder.
I whined. Where was my kiss from the sexy shaman?
They turned in unison to look down at me, and suddenly I was sandwiched between them on the mattress, the two of them leaning over me to initiate a messy three-way kiss before Sage pulled back, rolling away and allowing me to thoroughly explore Serge’s mouth myself.
The taste of my own slick on his beard and tongue made my omega satisfied in the most bizarre way.
He liked that we had smothered our mate with our essence, claiming him with our scent.
But beyond that, the kiss itself was kind of magical.
Literally. Sergio kissed with a different kind of intensity to Sage, sending little sparks of something nearly electric through my nerve endings.
He was unhurried, but there was a sense of restrained animalistic need as his tongue swept into my mouth and his lips moved over mine. My omega was content to let him control everything about the kiss, where he had wanted to meet Sage movement for movement.
I lost myself in the kiss and then gasped into Serge’s mouth as my hips were lifted and a long, hard cock slid inside me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around the narrow waist and rocked upwards, sighing at the relief of finally being filled.
“God, you feel amazing, gorgeous,” Sage breathed, stretching out over me, dipping his head to start the three-way kiss again.
The electricity I had felt from Sergio’s kiss seemed amplified now that Sage was fucking me.
With Sergio still plastered to my side, we turned our heads, allowing Sage to kiss us both in a sloppy mess of tongues and lips.
It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, but I was so far gone to the pleasure that I couldn’t vocalize it beyond groans and whimpers with every thrust.
“Getting close,” Sage warned, taking me to the edge with him. I was dimly aware of Sergio moving aside, the mattress wobbling with his exit from our kissing, and I wondered if he wanted to watch Sage unravel as badly as I needed to feel it. “Dex. Fuck, gorgeous, I’m gonna—oh my God.”
I whined when his cry wasn’t accompanied with a rush of warmth inside me, though his thrust had felt deeper and more intense than any of the motions preceding it. Cracking my eyes open to complain that he hadn’t filled me with his seed as promised, I understood more clearly what was happening.
Sergio hadn’t moved aside to watch. He had moved behind Sage and —from his position and Sage’s new, altered movements and deeper thrusts— I believed that he was slowly fucking into my best friend while he was fucking me.
That knowledge was enough to push me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me like a tidal wave. “Oh fuck,” I cried, overcome by the rush of bliss as my body tensed and my cock erupted between Sage’s and my stomachs, and I clamped around Sage’s thrusting dick as I rode the currents of release out.
“Look at you, dear-heart,” Sergio’s endearment seemed so incongruous with everything happening, but he sounded as awed and strained with pleasure as I felt.
“And you, beautiful; you’re taking my cock so well.
Like you were made for me. That’s it,” he urged, pumping his hips and making the whole bed bounce, “just like that. Take. It.”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Sage cursed on every continued thrust from Sergio, still plunging in and out of my body, much to my omega’s relief.
Despite how amazing my orgasm had felt, my heat was still in effect, demanding satisfaction that I wasn’t certain either of my mates could provide. “Fuck, Serge…right there…Ohhh…”
Hearing my best friend’s moans and the silver fox’s deliciously dirty words only reignited the desperate need to feel Sage release in me.
“Come in me,” I begged, limply writhing beneath him.
Though my body demanded relief, I was still boneless from coming.
“Breed me. I need it. Fill me with your pups. Your babies.”
I was clearly delirious, my omega spouting nonsense which could not be fulfilled.
My brain was heat-addled. Sage couldn’t breed me any more than I could breed him.
We were omegas. Our ejaculate was azoospermic; there wasn’t any sperm present.
But, Gods, did my instincts insist that my mates could do it.
“Oh, yes, Dex,” he hissed in rapture, “I want —ah! Serge, more! — I want that more than anything. A family. Mates.”
Forcing my eyes open again, I peered up at him blearily.
He looked just as fucked-out as I felt, his skin pink beneath his freckles, with sweat dripping down his face and coating his shoulders and chest. But it was the orange-red scales which had broken out along his temple and forehead which made me blink in surprise.
Bringing a trembling hand up, I cupped his jaw, feeling the rub of a day’s growth of stubble beneath my palm. Then I stroked the scales at his temple with my thumb and—
“Fuck!” Sage’s hips stuttered and his eyes squeezed shut. “What…what did you…oh fuck, I’m coming. Dex, I’m…nnnnggghhh.”
I shut my eyes again, finally enjoying the sensation of my mate releasing deep inside me. It cooled the burning beneath my skin momentarily, and I felt my entire body sag with relief while Sage’s cock twitched and jerked the remnants of his orgasm and Sergio stilled at his back.
“Oh, Gods, beautiful,” Sergio’s deeper voice had lost its usual mellow tone, sounding ragged and gruff, “fuck, you’re so slick.”
“Mmmnnnnnnpphh.” Sage responded, his spent cock slipping from me, making me frown.
If he had been an alpha, he would have knotted me and stayed locked in me, giving his seed the best chance of fertilizing my heat-produced eggs.
“Yes, Serge, there. Right…right there…” he was on his knees, and the bed was bouncing against the headboard again as Sergio chased his own orgasm down. Honestly, I was impressed at the beta’s stamina.
Next time, I’m riding him, I thought to myself, lazily tugging at my cock as I watched my lovers moving together.
Sage was panting and getting hard again, the flush of his exertions and orgasm still just as bright on his pale skin. He was, as Serge had called him, beautiful.
Mine, my dragon crowed happily in the back of my brain. My mates.
It was still surreal to feel and hear him again after living so long in silence.
Sage’s back bowed and Serge grunted. “I’m going to fill you up, too, beautiful. Just like you just bred our pretty mate.”
In a distant part of my brain, I questioned how easy it was for us to call each other mates. It seemed we were all doing it, or at least Sergio and I were. I couldn’t recall saying it out loud, so wasn’t it strange that we were both —possibly all— thinking it?
“Yes!” Sage shouted, the scales along the edge of his face practically glowing in the darkness of his room, illuminated only by the light from the stars and moon outside the window. “I want that so badly, Serge. Please. Please breed me. Alpha, please. Please.”
I blinked, frowning even as Sergio tilted his head back and practically roared while his hips stuttered.
Sage’s expression was euphoric. A part of me whimpered with jealousy, wishing that I was in Sage’s place, but the prevalent feeling bubbling away inside me was pride. Pride that those were my mates. My mates were enjoying each other as well as taking care of me.
But when Sergio withdrew from Sage, his still-hungry gaze turned to me and his lips twitched. “Your turn, dear-heart.”
Heat flared within me again.
There was no way I was refusing that.