Chapter 21
JORDY
Chickie hadn’t heard back from my probation officer all week.
Tomorrow was Monday, so I could call and ask if they had everything they needed.
Or maybe no news meant good news. Why was I so fucking nervous about this?
I hadn’t caused any trouble, and my probation was almost over. They had no legal reason to prolong it.
Monty wanted to celebrate, but I’d told him no. It would feel too much like tempting fate. I could just see myself getting drunk on my last day, accidentally breaking someone’s nose, and ending up back behind bars.
I wondered if I’d feel different when it was over.
I hoped for some relief, some weight to lift from my chest, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
I tried not to think about it as I put the chairs down, restocked the fridges, and aired the main room before opening.
My thoughts strayed to Laurel instead, and that didn’t make me feel much better.
Sedric walked into the pub with a chirpy hiya. I wasn’t in the mood to chat, but I swallowed my annoyance and smiled at him. It wasn’t his fault I was having another lousy day. The shift would be long, and he’d need me to have his back.
My phone buzzed in my pocket just as I was setting up a new keg. I pushed it into place, then stood to rinse my hands. I dried them on a towel and fished the phone out of the side pocket in my cargo pants. Monty’s name glowed on the screen.
“What?” I answered like I always did when he called me at work. Usually, a round of ribbing and banter would follow. Would we ever get that ease back, or had Laurel sucked all the joy out of us and taken it with him?
“I need you to come here,” Monty said. His voice sounded weird, like he was talking through gritted teeth. Nope, there would be no lighthearted banter today.
“I just opened the pub. Where are you?”
“At Laurel’s. It’s kind of an emergency.”
The earnestness of Monty’s tone made my chest constrict.
“Is Laurel okay?”
“He’s in heat.”
The room swayed, and my vision got a little blurry.
“Heat?”
“Yes. As in a new bear-shifter mate going into heat, right this moment.”
I knew it. I fucking knew it. The way they were together, how Laurel didn’t seem fazed by Monty’s most annoying traits, how they just clicked, how they fucked, so passionate and hungry…
“Congratulations, man. That’s wonderful. I’m happy for you.”
Amazed I got the words out, I dropped the phone on the counter.
Monty and Laurel were mated. Of course they were. I was an idiot for not seeing it earlier.
My phone buzzed again, moving across the polished wood, but I ignored it.
Sedric appeared by my side. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, boss. And your phone’s ringing.”
The omega that had me going crazy with lust and the person I loved the most in the entire fucking world were mated.
I would have to leave Beauville. I couldn’t stay and watch them become a cozy, happy family.
“Jordy. Your phone.”
My stomach heaved, and my eyes burned.
“Jordy… What’s… For fuck’s sake. Hi, Monty. What’s up?” Sedric put a hand on my shoulder, and I jerked. I would have to keep it together.
But Monty and Laurel…they were…
“He’s right here, but he looks out of it. Yeah. Okay. I’ll try.”
The hand on my shoulder squeezed.
Sedric pressed something to my ear. It was cold and hard. My phone.
And then came Monty’s voice, loud and distraught.
“Listen, you asshole—”
I blinked. “It’s okay, Monty. It’s fate, right?”
“Exactly! Laurel needs you. Come here! Now!”
“But you’re mated.”
“We. Are. Mated! You, Laurel, and I.”
That didn’t make sense. “What? No.”
“Then explain to me how come Laurel is crying in my arms now, missing you. He needs us both. You have three minutes, or I swear, I’m going to call backup and have Chickie or Barclay drag you here by your balls!”
He needs us both.
Stunned, I looked around at the familiar wooden walls, shelves of vintage beer glasses, and worn, empty tables.
Nothing looked real.
Laurel is crying, you asshole.
That flipped a switch in my head. Laurel was my responsibility. It had been my decision to seduce him, to give him to Monty, and to take as much of him as I could for myself.
If he got hurt, it would be my fault, and I couldn’t bear that.
“I’m coming.”
I left the phone in Sedric’s hands. He must have heard the conversation, or at least parts of it, because he looked at me with an open-mouthed smile, his eyes wide.
“Sedric, I need to…”
“Go, for fuck’s sake!”
But I was already out of the door.
I took off sprinting down the road, shrugging out of my hoodie as I went.
Monty said they needed me, and Laurel was crying. Crying for fuck’s sake!
I ripped the rest of my clothes off by the edge of the forest and burst into fur mid-leap.
I’d never run as fast, but it still felt like forever. I’d never been up at the new chalet, but of course I knew exactly where it was, just like everyone in Beauville. It was huge, the front wall made from glass, reflecting the forest. But, no time to admire architecture.
I shifted back by the foot of the stairs. I tore open what seemed to be the main door, naked as the day I was born.
“Upstairs!” came Monty’s voice.
Sprinting to the second floor, I caught the scent. Strawberries, white chocolate, flowery wine… I followed it to a bright bedroom at the end of the short hallway.
“Fucking finally,” Monty growled.
They were on the bed. Laurel sat astride a fully naked Monty, his tear-stained face peeking from under Monty’s chin.
He wore a thin T-shirt and nothing else, and Monty’s hand moved between his ass cheeks, fingers pumping.
When Laurel saw me, he lifted his head and smiled through his tears. He reached out with a shaky hand.
The sight of him broke my heart.
How could I have done this to him?
A fierce need to protect and soothe slammed into me as I scrambled onto the bed. The tantalizing scent of his heat was like a cloud surrounding them, and with every breath I took, it made my dick throb.
I took the outstretched hand, and Laurel’s fingers closed around mine, squeezing so hard it hurt.
“I’m so sorry…” I managed through clenched teeth.
Laurel let out a strangled sound, something between a sob and a laugh.
Monty grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and spread them unceremoniously.
“Get inside him, right now.”
I was about to protest. I’d knot Laurel and then what? Monty had to be blue-balled. But Laurel let out a piercing cry of raw need, releasing my hand.
I knelt behind him, between Monty’s spread legs.
Laurel was open, his rim glistening with oily slick, and the scent coming from it felt like lava in my lungs. His hole clenched right in front of my eyes, only to widen into a dark, empty circle.
It must have been mere seconds, but it felt like it took me forever to line up. Grabbing him by his waist, I drove in to the hilt on the first try. His moan bounced off the walls.
Oh, sweet mercy.
He was so slippery and soft and deep. His body sucked me in, and I fell into him again and again, deeper, until I felt resistance against my cockhead.
I pressed myself against his back and buried my nose in his sweaty hair.
“Please! Harder, please!”
“I got you.”
His fucking scent. It drove my thrusts like rocket fuel. Laurel seemed so frail and vulnerable, and I was reaming him like there was no tomorrow.
He moaned into Monty’s neck, clinging to Monty’s shoulders, and Monty grabbed me by my hair.
He kissed me.
For a minute, our tongues battled for dominance, Laurel bucking between us, impaled on my cock. I sped up my thrusts and fucked Monty’s mouth with my tongue at the same time.
Laurel’s hole began clenching on my length, and Monty bit my tongue.
“Knot him,” he ordered. “He needs it.”
As if I could stop now. “What about you?”
“The next wave is mine.”
His lips were curled into a snarl, and sweat pearled on his forehead. He must be going crazy with want, yet he was giving me precedence.
“You’re nuts.”
Monty grinned, his eyes flashing wildly. “You love it.”
I did. I loved all of him.
I kissed him again, and Laurel groaned with another peak between us. His hole clutched my cock, pulsating around it, and without warning, my balls drew up painfully.
Pure ecstasy flared from the base of my dick and coursed through every fiber of my being.
My knot swelled, and my cock jerked deep inside Laurel. The pleasure came in waves, the second stronger than the first, and the third even more powerful. The most insane orgasm of my life dissolved in tingles.
Big warm hands kneaded my ass, pulling me deeper into Laurel’s open body. Monty’s hands.
Laurel hummed between us, rocking subtly. He tried to twist his head to look at me. I kissed the corner of his mouth, then the salty skin by his eye.
My own eyes fell shut.
Oh God. This omega. He’d had me torn up inside, thrashing around in my own skull. There had been moments I’d wanted to hate him, but I just couldn’t. Now my swollen knot was locked inside his body, and he was panting, helpless, taken.
He was mine now, wasn’t he? I’d taken him.
Despite all the mayhem in my head, I was bone-deep sure about that one thing. This omega was mine.
Laurel gave himself to me, or no, Monty gave him to me… Fucking hell, I had no idea what any of this meant, but I couldn’t stop kissing Laurel’s cheek and temple, tasting his tears.
“I’ve been such a jerk, I’m so sorry.”
“You didn’t believe me,” he whispered as I peppered kisses down his jaw.
“I’m so sorry, darling. I’ve caused you pain.”
“You need to stay, Jordy,” he whispered. “Please. I need you both.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I thrust with my knot to drive my point home, and Laurel’s mouth parted, the sweetest moan falling from his lips. Closing his eyes, he smiled, looking completely blissed out. So I kept at it, thrusting slowly with my knot, and Laurel’s beautiful, sated smile felt almost like forgiveness.
Monty kissed Laurel’s forehead, then gave me a peck.
“I think I need help,” he said, looking sheepish. His expression was tight as if he were in pain.
I knelt up, bringing Laurel with me. He was light as a feather. He moaned and shivered as I repositioned us. I sat against the headboard with him in my lap, my knot safe inside his warmth.
Monty rose to his knees, and then I saw it.
His dick was so swollen it must have hurt. His knot was fully formed—the large bulge at the base of his cock was almost the size of a grown man’s fist, the veins ready to burst. His foreskin was drawn back, the exposed cockhead nearly purple. Thick cum oozed from his slit like pearls on a string.
“Oh God, Monty…”
He grimaced. His thighs were quivering.
I knew what I had to do. Holding Laurel cradled to my chest, I sank to my side.
“Come here. Dick in my face.”
Monty scrambled over, his hands shaking. As soon as I mouthed his cockhead, he roared, and the headboard rattled. Monty’s shudders got worse at first, but then he groaned in what sounded like relieved pleasure.
“Oh yeah. Fuuuck.”
Laurel joined me. Craning his neck, he mouthed Monty’s knot and sucked on it, while I took Monty’s cock as deep as I could.
Holding on to the headboard with one hand, Monty rocked his hips, sliding his dick between our faces and open mouths.
“This is insane.”
His cum tasted different. But of course, Laurel was in heat, and we were in a rut. Our pheromones were going crazy.
Monty came the second time, swearing like I’d never heard him swear before. Then he shuffled down the bed and gripped my hand. He led it to his knot and squeezed my fingers.
“Hold it tight, please.”
I felt it throb, so I tightened my grip, and Monty sighed from deep within. He hugged us both in his immense embrace, kissed the top of Laurel’s head, and pressed his forehead to my temple.
“That’s better,” he murmured.
My mind reeling, body buzzing, I breathed through the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through us.
I’d knotted Laurel. Laurel! He lay between us, covered in sweat and heat cum, his flesh cradling my swollen cock, and Monty’s knot was in my hand.
Never in a million years would it have occurred to me that something like this could happen.
Yet here we were.
My teddy bear and I, with our omega between us.
This was way too good to be true.