Chapter Nine
Prepared to flop to the side and watch the two sexy men I had somehow landed myself in bed with together, I was surprised when Serge nudged me forward to join them. A large part of me was also relieved.
Despite coming —and coming hard— my body craved more. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought I was going into heat as well, just for how badly I wanted to fuck and be fucked by both Sergio and Dexter.
Between the heat emanating off Dex’s body, and the exertions of three of us in my small bedroom, I was burning up myself. But I didn’t have the painful ache that had nearly crippled Dex earlier, so my musings were fanciful at best.
“Ride him, beautiful,” Sergio gave the sexy instruction as he had us move into position, with Dexter propped against a pile of pillows at my headboard. “Get on his lap…yes, perfect. Good boy.”
A stream of slick and cum spilled out of me at the praise and I felt my cheeks flush darker, the back of my neck heating up with embarrassment.
“Oh,” Dexter grinned at me, delighted by his discovery, “does someone have a praise kink?”
“Shut up,” I complained, but he just chuckled, the sound echoed by the beta at my back.
Dexter’s warm hands slid up my thighs and he guided me over his long, lean cock. He was hard again; a searing hot branding iron teasing my twitching hole.
“I don’t think I will,” he said, with a hint of his usual snark and smarm.
I realized that we must have sated the worst of his heat if he was able to tease and talk in more than whines and pleas.
His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips.
“Do you want to ride my dick, baby? Do you want to be our good boy and do as Serge asked?”
Oh, Gods.
Now they were both in on it. I was going to be a puddle before the night was out.
A whine of my own broke free from somewhere at the back of my throat and all I could do was nod. Then Dex’s hips shifted and suddenly he was plunging inside me and I was crying out with relief and pure delight.
“You feel perfect, baby,” he panted, “now, bounce for me.”
“Ughn, ughn, ughn.” The soft grunts of pleasure punched out on every landing in his lap, escaping with short, sharp exhales of breath I couldn’t contain. Starbursts of white light popped behind my eyelids, accompanied by electric jolts of pleasure.
That feeling only intensified when Dexter cupped my jaw and smoothed a thumb over my temple, making me ooze more slick over his cock and making my own leak and drip over his abdomen. Who knew that my freaking temples were erogenous zones? I certainly hadn’t.
“Such a good boy,” Dexter murmured, and my blush turned into a full-body flush.
Behind me, Sergio chuckled again. “Stop teasing him for a moment,” he urged, “and let me inside you, dear-heart.”
His large palm settled on my back, and he gently pushed me forward as he lifted Dex’s hips, slipping a cushion under us to support the angle.
It felt nice being sandwiched between them, with their broader frames bracketing me in.
Dexter’s chest was waxed smooth, like my own, but I could feel the brush of Sergio’s wiry gray chest hairs rubbing between my shoulders as he nestled all the way inside my best friend.
“Oh fuck,” Dexter’s eyes shut and ecstasy painted his features. I imagined how he must feel, being inside me and also having Serge inside him, much like I had only a handful of minutes earlier, when I had been sandwiched between them in a different way. “I’m about to come already.”
“Not yet, dear-heart,” Sergio sounded strained, like he had when he had been fucking me. Like the feeling of being enveloped in our tight, wet holes was almost more than he could stand.
I got it, though. I’d done a lot in my four-hundred years of life, but I had never been inside another omega in heat before tonight, and the sensations were incomparable.
“Then move,” Dex huffed, attempting to thrust up into me, setting off a domino effect of groans from all three of us.
Serge leaned further into me, until we were all pressed together so tightly that I wondered how we might move at all.
My cock wasn’t complaining, though, feeling the pressure and friction of being caught between Dexter’s stomach and my own.
Then Sergio pulled back a fraction before surging forward, and Dexter’s body rolled instinctively, rocking his cock directly into my prostate, making me see stars.
It was a little awkward finding rhythm this way, but by some unspoken agreement, Dexter and I were happy to let Sergio take the lead.
I lost myself to sensations. The tickle of Sergio’s chest hair on my back, the brush of his beard on my neck, his and Dexter’s combined panted breaths, bursts of moist air over my sweaty, heated skin, and Dex’s warmth blending with mine.
Then there were the sounds: heavy breathing, groans and moans, whimpers and murmured words of enjoyment…
I lost track of where each noise came from, uncertain which were mine and which were my partners’.
The air in the room was heavy with the smell of sex and heat and slick.
Our own natural scents were heightened, too, blending around us in the most intoxicating way.
We moved slowly against each other in this position, no longer hurried by the desperation to relieve Dex’s discomfort.
Hands smoothed over heated flesh, mouths met and tongues tangled, and it honestly felt as though we had become one unit.
We were no longer three individuals sharing one of the most erotic experiences I had ever had, but a true, cohesive throuple.
“Ungh,” Sergio groaned, kissing sloppily at the side of my mouth, “I’m going to come.”
Dexter nodded fervently, his eyes glassy before they rolled back.
“Yes. Yes, please. I want it. I need it.” He pushed in closer, a hand grappling for the back of Sergio’s head.
“Need both my mates,” he mewled before dragging us into a particularly messy kiss that was more licking at each other’s faces than true kissing.
“Oh, fuck,” Sergio growled against us, his face still smushed up against ours. I felt the bed shudder with the force of his stuttered thrusts, “fuck, fuck, fuck…ohhhhh.”
I felt Dexter follow him right over the edge, crying out wordlessly, his fingertips digging in with bruising force to the soft flesh of my ass cheeks as I felt his cock swell and release deep inside me.
“Come for us, beautiful,” Sergio groaned, still thrusting, riding out the last of what seemed to be an epic orgasm, “be a good boy and come for your mates.”
The tantalizing promise of praise was apparently all I needed before I clenched around Dex and my cock spilled in between us, coating our already filthy bodies with even more cum. The warmth and wetness spread where our stomachs were pressed together and dripped down his side.
“Good boy,” Sergio praised, and I spurted weakly, knowing I was probably drowning Dex with a mixture of excess slick and cum.
I turned my head weakly, kissing at their mouths again as the soporific effects of so many orgasms in such a short time began to take their toll.
Then—
“S-Sergio,” Dex gasped with awe, his back attempting to bow off the mattress, despite his softening cock still nestled inside me, “you…you’re…”
“Nnnnghh,” Sergio nipped at our mouths, “knotting you,” he said, sounding just as awestruck. “Yes. By the gods…”
The sleepy haze which had been pulling me under disappeared as my heart thundered in my chest. “What?!” I demanded, jolting, only to have Sergio growl in my ear.
“Don’t. Move.”
I shut my eyes.
My lower lip trembled.
He was an alpha.
He was an alpha, and he hadn’t knotted me.
I knew enough about Brandt and Eric’s theories to know what that meant.
I wasn’t his compatible mate.
Dexter was.
And I was stuck between them.