Chapter Ten
Following The Magic’s demands had rarely ever led me astray. But, as I came to terms with what the tingling, hypersensitive knot meant for me, I was completely dumbstruck.
Over seven-hundred years old and I was blindsided by the knowledge that I wasn’t a beta.
I was an alpha. An alpha whose mates were three centuries his junior.
While I was elated for myself, I felt sorry for them for being saddled with someone on the wrong side of middle-aged for those with our lifespans.
They deserved someone younger, someone who wasn’t guaranteed to die while they were still in their prime.
And yet, selfishly, I was glad that they were mine. My omegas. Both of them. Even if I hadn’t claimed them yet.
It was the most wondrous feeling to welcome the change from beta to alpha. I had never felt wrong or incomplete as a beta, but this still felt right. My inner beast reared back on his hind hooves and brayed into my soul with pride.
Additionally, knotting one of my mates for the first time was beyond phenomenal.
The jostling of my knot was intense, of course, causing me to continue to orgasm and spurt inside my young omega again and again, pushing the pleasure to the point of pain.
But the hypersensitivity was a blessing as well, giving me signs of how much my omega wanted and needed this connection just as badly as I needed to give it to him.
Between Dexter and me, Sage had stilled just as I had asked him to. Carefully, I shifted my weight to my left side, allowing me to bring my right hand up and stroke down his side. “Good boy,” I told him, feeling him tremble beneath me.
The pride and pleasure I felt at his reaction dissipated instantly, though, at the sound of a muted sob, and I ignored the pain of another orgasm wrenched from my overstimulated knot as Dexter and I both jolted to attention.
“Baby,” Dexter reached up, cupping Sage’s face, clearly able to see our mate’s entire expression where I could not, “what’s wrong?”
Sage shook his head minutely, still trembling, likely with the effort of holding in his emotions.
Inside me, my alpha whined anxiously, desperate to understand what had gone wrong in only a matter of moments. My human side felt the same way.
“Beautiful…” I murmured, trying to sooth him with calming strokes down his side and nuzzles to the side of his face, “talk to us.”
“Y-you’re compatible mates,” he managed to get out on a whisper, his quiet voice tainted with despair and longing. “And I…where does that leave me?”
Understanding almost drowned me as it crashed over me with the force of a tsunami. I locked gazes with Dexter, feeling horrified that Sage didn’t realize that he was a part of this connection, too, but relieved to see the blond already shaking his head.
“Baby,” he urged, his sharp gaze back on our mate, “Sage. No. Can’t you feel it?”
Sage sniffled, making my heart ache. “Feel what?”
“You’re a part of this,” Dexter answered him confidently. “You’re our mate, too.”
Sage scoffed and jostled us some more. I gritted my teeth and rode out the resulting surges through my knot.
“He’s right,” I insisted when I was able to speak again, though I knew I still sounded strained. “Think about it. My knot didn’t form until we were all connected in some way, and I have been feeling drawn to you both for so long.”
He was still as he contemplated my words, and I wished I could see his beautiful face to get an inkling of what he was feeling.
“Baby,” Dexter cooed again, “my omega says you’re mine just as much as he says Serge is. It’s all three of us. Listen to your dragon. What does he say?”
In the silence that followed, Sage’s breaths were hitching but calming.
“You’re mine,” he eventually spoke, his voice so soft and uncertain that I had to strain to hear him, even with my enhanced hearing, “both of you.” There was a pause, and a definite note of hesitance before he asked, “But…how will that work with bonding?”