Fifty-Two
FIFTY-TWO
Mia
THERE WERE THINGS I was supposed to be thinking about. Important things. The kind of things that it would be unforgivable to ignore.
I couldn’t remember what they were. I kept getting as far as ‘ oh, god , the restaurant ,’ and then Luca would snarl and snap his hips, making everything go hot and fuzzy again.
Even now, I could tell his almost violent rutting wasn’t going to be enough for me. It felt good—no, it felt amazing —but my body craved more. So did his. The noises he was making sounded aggressive, but I could hear the desperation behind the growls. I could smell it in his scent, and in my own.
The door to the nest opened, and a jolt of alarm made my muscles twitch. But Luca didn’t react, and I recognized Zalen’s sharp, fruity pheromones an instant later. The door closed again, and a quiet presence crouched next to me among the cushions and blankets.
Luca made a warning noise and snapped his teeth at Zalen’s approach, sending a strange surge of combined lust and protectiveness skittering down my spine. The alpha didn’t back off, nor did he bark.
“No one’s taking her away from you, Luca,” he said, in a perfectly normal tone. “I’m giving her a shot, that’s all.”
“Insert joke about it ‘just being a tiny prick’ here,” Byron muttered.
The words flew right over my head, but the reminder of Byron’s presence drew a needy whine from my throat. Why wasn’t he down here with us? This would all be even better if he was. I craned around Luca’s shoulder far enough to see him, still seated on the couch with his cock standing at attention.
My passage clenched at the sight, and Luca gasped. A broad hand steadied my left shoulder, the skin-to-skin contact searing me like a brand. I moaned as something cool and astringent swabbed a circle high on my arm, barely registering the small, pinching pain that followed.
“There. All set for birth control,” Zalen murmured, pressing a bandage over the tiny hurt.
The distraction brought me back to my body enough to notice my growing sexual frustration. I wanted to come. I needed to come, and I couldn’t. I rolled my hips, meeting Luca’s thrusts with equal fervor, wishing I could somehow roll over onto my hands and knees without stopping what we were doing.
Luca must’ve been feeling that same frustration. His growling grew broken, his breathing ragged and edging toward sobs.
“P-please,” he moaned, as though the word had been wrenched from him. “I... I need...”
“Damn right you do,” Byron rumbled. His lean, tattooed body loomed over me behind Luca’s.
A heartbeat later, Luca’s hips stilled, his omega cock twitching wildly inside of me. He made a strange, choked noise—not quite a protest, but not quite acceptance. I realized, with a fresh surge of lust, that Byron had entered Luca from behind and was fucking him while he fucked me.
The cadence of Luca’s thrusts changed, and I knew he was no longer the one in control. Byron pressed Luca’s hips into me—slow and deep, with none of the frantic edge from before. Alpha pheromones surrounded me in a cloud as Zalen slid a thigh under my head, supporting me half in his lap. My eyes glazed over as his fingers combed through my sweaty, tangled hair, rubbing patterns over my scalp.
“Let’s give them a minute, okay?” he said. “You’ll get what you need, Mia, don’t worry. Think how good it’ll be after waiting for it just a little longer.”
I was thinking about it, that was for sure. I couldn’t focus on much of anything else right now. Especially when Zalen’s fingers trailed down to brush my lips. He didn’t have to press between them. I was already surging up, dragging those fingers into my mouth to suck and nip.
That was better... ‘filled at both ends’ was always preferable to ‘filled at one end.’ I’d decided that not so long ago in Byron’s room, with his big cock sliding in and out of my pussy while his hand held my head down, choking me on Luca’s smaller dick until all three of us came in a rush.
The memory was almost enough to push me over the edge. I hovered there, not quite able to make the leap, my teeth digging into the meat of Zalen’s fingers too hard to be anything other than a full-on bite.
He groaned. “God almighty, you two should come with a warning label. Not long now, Mia.”
In the cradle of my thighs, Luca was coming undone. His muscles trembled. His head was thrown back, raven-dark flyaway hair flopping over one olive green eye. Behind him, Byron’s expression was almost frightening in its intensity. Gone was the easygoing playboy, replaced by an alpha who looked like he could devour omegas for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
His hand closed over Luca’s mating gland, and Luca screamed , his entire body jerking into climax. I wanted to follow him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life, even as his shudders dissolved into sobs.
Byron’s eyes closed as he came silently, his teeth clenching in a grimace. I lay panting beneath them, Zalen’s musk wreathing my head and his fingers still in my mouth. Byron somehow managed to manhandle Luca away from me and onto his lap, Luca’s legs straddling his as he leaned back against the edge of the couch.
One inked arm secured Luca’s torso, his back pressed to Byron’s chest as they both breathed unevenly, knotted and flushed with exertion. Luca’s eyes were tightly closed, and his dick was still hard, coated and shiny with my fluids.
Mindlessly, I pushed away from Zalen, scrambled onto my hands and knees, and made a beeline for it. Luca gasped and made a noise like he was dying as I swallowed him down, tasting myself on his oversensitive skin. His cock twitched weakly at the back of my throat, a little pulse of salty-bitter fluid dribbling from the tip.
“Christ,” Zalen muttered.
I vaguely heard the sound of a plastic packet crinkling. In what felt like no time at all, hands grasped my hips and a hard, thick length pressed against my opening. Zalen pushed inside, and I cried out around Luca as a giant alpha cock nearly split me in two.
Dear god... Zalen was hung like a fucking horse .
My brain shorted out, my surroundings dissolving into tingling white noise. There was nothing except the scent of summer fields in my nose and the heat of a massive dick sliding in and out of my pussy.
I wanted someone to shove me down on Luca’s cock like Byron had done before, but Zalen was probably too nice for that. Blindly, I rooted around for Byron’s free hand—the one that wasn’t holding Luca. When I found it, I tugged it clumsily toward the back of my head, groaning in relief when Byron took the hint.
After the barest hesitation, he fisted my hair and started controlling my movements, fucking my face up and down on Luca’s unflagging erection. Luca writhed and keened, trapped between my mouth and the knot in his passage.
Zalen let out a sharp breath and fucked into me, deep and unforgiving, every stroke dragging that huge dick over the sensitive spot on my front wall. I was unraveling... my body spinning off in a thousand different directions. I wanted to burrow into the beating heart of this moment and live here forever, caught on the cusp of the biggest orgasm of my life.
When Luca’s slender, shaking fingers joined Byron’s on the back of my head, forcing me down until my nose was buried in his soft, crinkly pubic hair and holding me there, the moment finally broke. A massive wave of sensation crashed over me, swirling together with the feeling of Luca spilling down my throat as he climaxed a second time, still knotted with Byron.
Behind me, Zalen let out a surprisingly feral snarl and came hard inside me, his giant horse-dick swelling impossibly further. My body knew what was coming, the muscles of my passage clamping and stretching to catch and hold Zalen’s expanding knot.
My heart pounded against my ribs in a frantic rhythm— thudthudthudthudthud . The hands tangled in my hair eased their grips. I backed off of Luca’s cock—softening a bit now, but still half hard—not because I wanted to, but only because I needed to breathe.
“ More ,” I rasped, not sure how my body could possibly have the capacity for ‘more,’ but needing it anyway.
Luca whimpered something that sounded like agreement.
“You’ve been on blockers too long,” Zalen muttered. “You both have.”
But he carefully arranged me to lie on my side where I would have a view of Luca and Byron, his big body spooning me from behind. He threw my top leg over his, splaying me open and giving himself access to play with my clit, even as his knot shifted inside me with a slow, rolling rhythm.
I sighed in utter bliss as knowing fingers dragged circles around the tender nub, spreading my slickness and teasing me toward another lazy peak. I watched with swimming vision as Byron carefully worked Luca’s half-hard cock back to fullness, pushing him toward another release as well.
Luca’s head fell back to rest on the crook of Byron’s shoulder as the alpha pleasured him, his green eyes staring wide and unseeing at the ceiling. Pants and cries filled the room, time passing in a slow current defined by the rise and fall of our pleasure.
Luca broke first, his body going limp and pliant under Byron’s touch. His eyes slipped closed, his breathing sliding into the regular cadence of sleep. I watched him for a long time, taking in the blank smoothness of his face... the absence of worry lines around his eyes and mouth. He looked younger; somehow more vulnerable, but also at peace in a way I’d never seen him before.
That must be nice , I thought wistfully. Then Zalen’s fingers plucked at my oversensitive clit, playing it like a delicate instrument and sending me into another gentle, rolling orgasm. This time, when I came down, everything inside my mind went quiet and shadowed, my awareness of the outside world slipping peacefully away.