Chapter Thirty
Chase
A shiver raked his spine and he couldn’t have held back if he wanted. He grabbed Lucky by his fancy plait and closed the distance to claim his mouth. The mouth that had tormented him, spouting insults, flirtations, innocent words galore. Nothing could compare to what had just fallen from his lips.
Chase caught his face and stood, never breaking the deep, hungry kisses, guiding Lucky to sit up and follow his lead.
Once steady on his feet, he wrapped an arm around Lucky’s waist and lifted him off the bed to save him shuffling back.
He rose to wrap his arms around Chase’s neck and stood shakily on the bed before wrapping his legs around Chase’s waist.
Sucking greedy kisses from his lips, Lucky barely seemed to notice as Chase moved around the bed and lifted his needy omega into a comfortable spot in the middle of the bed, with his head on the pillow. Reluctantly, he let his lips slide off Lucky’s.
“Put that off,” he told Ford, grunting when Lucky sucked at his Adam’s apple. Grabbing his chin, he pulled Lucky into another kiss, feeding on his mouth as Ford got rid of his phone and moved onto the bed.
Chase hummed but didn’t bother speaking. They’d gone beyond the need for words. He kissed Lucky’s neck and slipped a hand between his squirming legs to find he was soaking with slick. It must have been uncomfortable, knowing a little could make him twitchy, and he’d been on Heatwave back then.
Lucky had nothing to save him now. Nothing to take the edge off or ease the ache. Nothing but two alphas who had been waiting months for this.
Lucky whined, a pitiful sound, as Chase moved his fingers, easing through the folds. One or two of the larger ones were swollen and Lucky seemed beyond words. One hand dug nails into his biceps, while the other held tight to the pillow.
If this was what an omega went through for four days of heat, every month, it was no wonder they were put on Heatwave. It was bad enough being constantly horny around omegas leaking slick, but campus would have been a fucking zoo of wild animals without Heatwave and Override.
Ford grabbed Chase’s hair and tugged his head up. They met halfway, kissing like breathing had gone out of style, while he rolled his fingers over the wet folds inviting him closer.
Breaking the kiss, Ford stared into his eyes. “We got this. Ain’t nobody can give our flower what he needs but us. You fuck him good enough for both of us, and I’ll make sure he remembers to breathe.”
They’d talked about this, knew the plan. They’d agreed. Ford had said it could be like this, that Lucky would be single-minded and barely articulate. Lucky knew what he wanted, and had made it clear that whatever happened, he trusted them.
“Baby, look at me.” Chase leaned over to make eye contact.
“I’m…okay,” Lucky whispered, though he sounded as shaky as he looked. “Holding on.” He wasn’t lying. Ford had taken his hand, barely reacting to Lucky’s nails digging into his skin. He kept his eye on Lucky, lying beside him and whispering reassurance into his ear.
Chase brushed hair from his eyes and Lucky swallowed, closing his eyes.
“The first time is the worst, right?” A jerky nod was the only answer he would get.
He brushed a hand over Lucky’s hair as the reality of what they faced hit hard.
“Stay with me.” Chase ghosted a kiss over Lucky’s lips.
When Lucky kissed back and caressed his cheek, he thanked Omha for giving him such a strong omega.
He was clearly fighting the heat for control, and winning.
Once Lucky was firmly in the driving seat, Chase slipped his hands under his knees and helped steady them until Lucky had his feet on the mattress. Ford handed him one of the spare pillows to tuck under Lucky’s hips.
Chase caressed a hand over his stomach, his inner thigh, a light touch over the swollen folds whenever Lucky shifted restlessly.
Lucky’s cock had filled to the point it was leaking.
Chase sucked the head into his mouth, rewarded by a low hum barely audible over Ford’s quiet words of comfort.
His flare of comforting hormones was so strong it sank through Chase and kept him from worrying.
Taking Lucky’s cock to the back of his throat, he hummed around the sweet taste and slipped a finger between his folds. It slid in so easily he was almost surprised, but the slick was building in intensity and the scent tickling his tastebuds made him dizzy.
He tried not to come when he slid two fingers into Lucky without resistance. His omega traded gentle kisses with Ford, a firm hand on his cheek. Chase let Ford keep a careful eye on him and replaced two fingers with three.
Lucky moaned, and Ford grunted with what sounded like pain.
Chase slid his fingers out and rubbed the head of his cock against the folds that had unfurled, inviting him inside. Easing inside, a gasp became panting and Lucky grabbed his arm with biting fingers, leaving half moons on his biceps.
He couldn’t let go. His nervous system was on overload just at the feel of slick heat encasing his cock.
“Alpha,” Lucky whispered, voice hoarse. “P-please…more.” He adjusted his hips as Chase pushed inside.
Lucky’s eyelashes fluttered shut and his nails dug deeper when Chase bottomed out and held himself above his omega.
His left hand bunched the sheet in his fist, while the right curled protectively around Lucky’s thigh.
Ford cupped his jaw and tilted his head up. “Congratulations, meda. You just mated our omega.” He smirked and congratulated Lucky, who had tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. “Go ahead, flower. Claim our alpha.”
For so long, Chase had only been thinking of Lucky’s first heat as something to plan and take care of, to organise and control so none of them lost their damn minds to the overwhelming heat hormones.
Even experienced alphas, who had fucked before, could go wild with need from being around an omega in their first heat. Now he knew why.
But Ford was calm and patient, completely under control and in charge, exactly what they needed—a level head not controlled by their dick.
Lucky cupped Chase’s neck as a tear trailed his cheek. “Thank you. For being mine. Ours.” He laughed, a stunning sound that made him smile. “I’ve wanted this…s-so badly since we f-first met.”
Chase hummed and kissed him slow, easing his weight down. “Don’t thank me yet. I’m going to love you and fuck you, then when you’ve had a rest I’ll watch Ford love you and fuck you.” He sat up, losing his mind to the way it made Lucky shift. “Can’t have him making me look bad, by going first.”
Ford laughed, the sound rich and warm, sinking blissfully to the pit of his stomach, telling Chase he could never let this slip through his fingers.
Pressing one hand into the mattress, he adjusted his stance, biting his bottom lip at the drag of multiple folds against his cock. With a careful hand on Lucky’s hip, he pushed slowly against those folds to get back inside.
Gods, it was beautiful torture.
He gave Lucky time to adjust, to anticipate the unfamiliar feeling, but after a few careful thrusts it was hard to hold back.
Chase adjusted his left knee, pushing closer to Lucky, lifting his thigh up until the angle made him groan.
That just took him deeper and made Lucky pant indecipherable words.
How could he resist the sounds he was making? The way he held on so tight? The panting breaths that became low, husky words of encouragement.
Lucky pleaded with Ford in desperation. “Tell him, Alpha. P-please tell him. I need m-more.”
The words were like a switch, turning off his sensible brain and switching on his inner alpha. He didn’t just kiss Lucky to shut him up, but his hips snapped harder and faster. Nothing mattered but stopping Lucky from saying more words, from pushing him further. From needing more.
His inner alpha insisted he’d give Lucky what he wanted and more. In his periphery, that same arrogant, selfish alpha kept an eye on Ford, adamant to put on a show for their alpha, who’d insisted he shouldn’t interfere with their first time.
Two virgins and true mates—it made sense to his alpha nature, but Chase didn’t like Ford sitting on the periphery.
Lucky let loose a strangled sound and arched off the bed. “Y-yes…don’t stop!” he begged, releasing the pillow he’d been trying to rip to pieces to grab Chase’s hand.
He linked their fingers and pinned the hand above Lucky’s head, looming over him.
“Can you breathe okay? Your nose isn’t stuffed with alpha flare?
” he teased, getting a smile with the gentle shake of his head.
“Then you should be putting that tongue to work,” he hinted, as he released Lucky’s hands to sit back and grip his hips.
Biting his bottom lip, Lucky didn’t waste time thinking. He used Ford’s surprise to his advantage and urged him into a kiss that made him moan, as if he’d been holding back.
Fuck that. They were in this together, all three or none at all. They’d agreed this wasn’t the time to hold back, regardless of the ‘true mate bond’. Ford was part of that, and this wouldn’t be right without him.
Lucky whined at a nip of Ford’s teeth over his throat, and wrapped his hand around Ford’s cock while Chase slowed the pace. If they went at this rate for four solid days, he’d throw his back out. Or his knee. Or both.
Besides, this was the time to enjoy themselves. By splitting his attention between them, Lucky was less frantic and shaky. He took Chase’s cock like it was a gift, not a punishment to be endured, not something to be rushed and move past. When he rolled his hips, Chase nearly lost his mind.
This was better. All three connected, responding to the need, fuelling the fire, calming the rage of the storm. Which meant this demanded a break to douse the flash-fire before it burned them to ash.
Chase eased Lucky’s legs around his waist and sank deeper inside of him, brain consumed by the rising orgasm. Watching Ford shudder through his orgasm, spilling over Lucky’s fingers, which were dangerously close to his mouth, nearly tipped him over the edge.
Then Lucky licked his fingers and closed his eyes. “Chase…don’t s-stop.” He hiccupped a sound Chase couldn’t decipher, hand falling from his mouth. “There. Right t-there. Deeper.”
He reacted instinctively, chasing the urge to thrust harder and deeper until Lucky grabbed a fistful of the pillow. A flutter of ‘yes’ and ‘there’ fell from his lips as he shifted, back arching as he rocked his hips, rushing to meet him in a silent plea for more.
He kissed his omega and caressed a hand down Lucky’s sweat-slicked body to where his cock was buried deep. He was so slick it was easy to work his fingers beneath the swollen folds to the sensitive smaller ones.
“N-no!” he gasped, back arching as a shocked noise tore from his throat. He dug his nails into Chase’s shoulder, breaking the skin when he kissed Lucky’s neck and gave another hard thrust. One more and he shook in Chase’s arms. A third, and Lucky practically screamed.
A second later, he went languid in Chase’s hands, sinking to the bed with a smile he sank his teeth into, a picture of pleasure, though his legs twitched and shifted restlessly. “More.”
His next thrust made Lucky hum and close his eyes.
Another ended with a full-body shudder and Lucky opening his eyes.
Tilting his hips into the next, mouth dropping open, breath shaky and littered with quiet whining…
Lucky was stunning. This time, he kissed with every thrust, which seemed to make it better for Lucky, and had Chase’s heart rate climbing.
When his orgasm hit, it was like a blow to the gut he didn’t see coming.
It hit hard, like he’d stepped off a cliff and the high of falling took his breath away.
Chase could barely function as Lucky kissed him, gently rolling his hips.
He moved from instinct, thrusting slowly as he brushed his thumb across Lucky’s cheek.
“I love you, baby.”
Lucky kissed him slowly. “I love you, Alpha.” Turning his head, he smiled at Ford and reached for his hand. “I love you, my wolf.”
Ford laid his head on his hand and nuzzled at Lucky’s cheek.
“I love you both.” His smirk morphed into a warm smile and he whispered in Lucky’s ear.
Whatever he said, the instant Lucky shuddered in what he assumed was another orgasm, Chase felt the incessant, greedy need fade.
He gladly lowered his shaking limbs on top of his omega, wrecked, completely fucking ruined.