Chapter Thirty-Two – Gideon #3
Licking my lips, I move so that I’m now in between Pax’s legs.
Pax’s hands paw at Raeka’s round ass, mere inches away from where I am.
I let my eyes study that monster of a cock for a few seconds, and then I take off my glasses and set them aside, at a distance where they won’t be accidentally crushed by moving bodies.
My head will have to be bent a little more than it was when I was tasting Raeka, and I don’t want to worry about my glasses constantly sliding off my head while I’m here.
I spent enough time thinking about it, I decide, and so I simply lower my mouth to the tip of his cock. My tongue pushes past my lips and runs along his tip, licking up the pre-cum there, and I hear Pax moan into the kiss with Raeka.
That moan is enough to instill confidence in me where there should be none; I’ve never taken a man into my mouth before. Never wanted to. But this… just like with Raeka, this is different.
I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, moving slowly, not quite sure what to expect.
The thick, round appendage definitely doesn’t fit all the way; my gagging reflex tells me when I take him too deep.
It’s a bit of an adjustment, going from Raeka to Pax, but after a little while, it becomes easier.
Since I can’t fit every inch of him inside my mouth, I use my hands.
One of my hands holds the base of his cock, pulling the skin tight, while the other acts as an extension of my mouth, in tune with me as I bob up and down along his cock.
I must be doing something right, because I’m graced with another taste of his magnificent pre-cum, along with more groans and grunts from his chest.
When I suck the tip and swirl my tongue around it, Pax must tear his mouth off Raeka’s, because I hear him mutter a low, “Fuck. Your alpha’s pretty good at giving head, omega. I love kissing you while I’m inside his mouth. There’s only one thing I’d love more.”
We all know what he means: he wants to fuck her. As do I. We’re both dying to get inside Raeka, but until she gives us the go-ahead, we can wait. It’ll be sweet, miserable torture, but we can wait.
Besides, there is plenty to do that doesn’t involve pushing our cocks inside our omega.
One of the hands Pax had on Raeka’s backside finds its way to the back of my head, and his fingers weave through my hair. His hand is firm, with strength behind it, and knowing he’s holding me on his cock makes my own dick twitch with renewed need.
His hips gyrate beneath me as he groans into Raeka’s mouth again. “Goddamn it,” he murmurs, “I’m fucking dying to knot. You two are killing me.”
He’s not the only one dying to knot. I am, too. I can feel it, the invisible pressure in my abdomen. It’s a certain feeling, one only alphas have, because we’re the only ones with knots. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my entire life.
The moment those words are out of his mouth, I want to offer up myself. An instinctive reaction to hearing my alpha voice his need; Raeka whines as well. But I manage to stop myself—the first time either of us knot, it’ll be inside Raeka, regardless of how long we have to wait.
Raeka must slide off Pax’s chest, because I feel her moving. I don’t know what she does, but she doesn’t pull me off his cock, so I keep at it. Pax is now free to set his other hand on my head, which he does promptly, right when his thrusting picks up the pace.
“I’m about to cum,” he mutters with a groan. “You think you can take it from the source, alpha?”
I manage a nod, though it’s not a very huge nod, but it’s enough.
Pax lets out a thunderous moan as a stream of heated cum spews from his cock.
Some of it shoots right down my throat, while other shots land on my tongue.
It’s hotter than it was when I licked it off Raeka’s body, but it tastes just as good.
I’m measured in pulling my mouth off Pax, and I grab my glasses and put them on to find Raeka had cuddled up against Pax to watch, her eyes dilated to the extreme. She has a hand between her legs, stroking herself, while Pax merely appears smug.
“I think our omega likes watching you submit to me,” he says with a smirk, his muscular chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “With how eager you are, I’d say you enjoy it, too.”
That much is obvious to us all, now, so I don’t say a word.
I move to lay behind Raeka, and Pax turns to lay on his side, facing our omega and me.
She lays on her back between us, sandwiched between our sweaty bodies, and she only stops touching herself when I slide a hand between her legs and take up the stroking for her.
She moans and goes to grab both our cocks, jerking her tiny hands along them as she murmurs, “My alphas.”
Pax massages her breasts as his chest rumbles. It takes me a moment to realize he’s purring for us. It’s low, mixed with his muted moans, but it’s there. “We are your alphas,” he reaffirms her.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum as I slip two fingers into her core and start to finger-fuck her. “We are your alphas. I’m yours.” That last part is said to them both, although I don’t specify. Given how Pax can basically read my mind now, I can only assume he’ll know exactly what I mean.
The über alpha runs a hand along Raeka’s body, stopping when that hand reaches mine between her legs.
The omega has descended into a fit of panting, another orgasm from her on the way thanks to my fingers inside her.
“And you’re mine.” His hand brushes up against mine, just for a fleeting second before pinching her clit. “My omega and my alpha.”
Hearing him say it really sets it in stone for me. I already knew this is where I belong, but there’s nothing like your alpha reinforcing what you already know.
Raeka comes, and she comes with a fiery vengeance, leaking more slick onto my fingers as her soft, feminine moans fill the air. She doesn’t release our cocks; as she comes, her movements turn harder and more erratic, and the switch in tempo pulls a series of moans from both Pax and me.
I’m absolutely pent-up, so I erupt shortly after that, coming on Raeka’s thighs. A few of my squirts even shoot over her and land on Pax’s thighs.
I pull my fingers out of Raeka’s core, and Pax takes the opportunity to dip some of his digits in her.
“I can’t fucking wait until I can feel this tight pussy around my knot.
I can’t wait until the day you let me fuck you, omega.
” He takes his fingers out of her, and brings them before us, the digits glistening with her heavy slick.
Those fingers are brought not to Raeka’s mouth, but to mine as Pax adds, “And you, alpha.”
He said it as a statement, as if he already knows—and he’s not wrong. I tell him that by opening my mouth and letting him stick those slick fingers inside, where I suck them clean much like I just sucked his cock.
“Good,” he praises me, and he’s slow in pulling those fingers out of my mouth.
This is not at all where I thought I’d be, but I can’t deny how much I like it.
I have an omega. I have an alpha. My nephew and I have a pack. What more could a man want?
A few orgasms later, Raeka manages to pull herself out of the alpha sandwich.
Her skin is pink from the exertion, her hair dotted with sweat.
“Thank you for the distraction, but I really did tell Colter I’d get us something to drink.
” She crawls off the bed, finds her clothes on the floor, and slips them on.
Soon enough, it’s just Pax and I on his bed, the both of us still totally nude, a mere foot and a half between us.
So strange. I never imagined things would be this comfortable.
After a moment of silence, Pax whispers, “I think she’s my scent match.” His head turns, his green gaze staring hard at my face. “And I think she might be yours, too.”
My mind races. “A scent match? I…” I think back to when we first met, how, even though she seemed to stare right in my soul, I didn’t seem to mind.
How, even though her scent was stifled, there was still something about her that drew me in and refused to let go.
“I guess a part of me assumed it was because I’ve been alone for so long, but a scent match… you might be right.”
“Everything my brother said he felt when he realized his omega was his scent match,” he goes on, “I feel the same. It’s like I go crazy every time she’s near—and I’m not the type of man who ever loses his shit like that.”
The more I think about it, the more I wonder if he’s right. Losing my shit, that’s the best way to describe how I feel when I’m around her, too.
“Her scent has to be slowly coming back, because she smelled us from the stairwell,” Pax says. “That’s quite the fucking pull.” I nod along with him. “Then again, you were pretty desperate to come.”
A bark of a laugh escapes me. “I was not.”
“You were. Your dick was hard as a rock.”
“So was yours.”
“What can I say? Apparently I like being the dominant one.” Pax smirks as he sets his hands behind his head, propping it up somewhat. “Honestly, though, I didn’t think any of this would happen. Not with Raeka, and definitely not with you.”
“You’ve never…” I can’t say it, for whatever reason.
But it turns out I don’t need to. Pax knows exactly what I was trying to ask, because he replies, “Been with a man before? No. No, I haven’t. It’s never once crossed my mind.”
“Same with me,” I whisper.
“It’s different here, though. It’s just… different, but not in a bad way.” His smirk gives way to a frown, the expression he typically wears, even when he’s alone. I can easily see how that face of his keeps most everyone at a distance. The unhappiness is practically chiseled into his features.
But, I realize as I study his face, this frown is slightly different than his usual. It’s not as deep, doesn’t quite pull down the corners of his mouth as much. Is this Pax’s happy face?
He breaks the silence of the room, “Are you sure you’ve never sucked a dick before?”
“I’m positive yours was the first and only.”
“Huh.”
“Why?”
Pax shrugs, although the motion is hard for him to do, given his position. “You were pretty good at it.”
The compliment warms me up all over, and even though my cock got quite the workout, it twitches with the warning of coming back to life all over again. “I’m glad to hear it. I imagine I can only improve, then.”
The smirk on his face returns. “Planning on sucking me down again so soon, Gideon? Didn’t know you were so hungry for alpha cum.”
My skin is still on fire from all the earlier exertion, but if it wasn’t, I bet I’d be flushed from that comment. Or, more realistically, from this whole conversation. I prop myself up and swing my legs off the side of the bed. “On that note, I should probably go… shower.”
“Have fun. Just don’t have too much fun. Don’t want to wear out that cock too much.”
At this point I don’t know if he’s mocking me or not. Regardless, I grab my clothes and leave his bedroom, and all the while he makes no moves to get up or get dressed. He’s completely at home there, laying on his bed, his semi-hard cock on display.
By the time I get to the bathroom and shut myself inside, my cock is hard once again. Damn it.