Chapter 26 Perry
PERRY
I slam myself over and over on the knotting dildo, but it’s not enough. I need my Alpha. In a desperate attempt for relief, I called him. Buckle looked so relieved on the call I almost came on the spot.
But it’s not Buckle that enters first.
“Sweetness?” I breathe out, barely able to concentrate on anything but the toy filling my hole. He’s not who I need right now, and tears fill my eyes. Where is— “Buckle.” There’s obvious relief in my voice and I hate how Abel hugs himself.
Obviously, both of my mates have cocks I can enjoy, but...
“Abel,” I gasp out. “Are you okay?”
He nods and turns away from me. His cock is hard and lifts the frankly gigantic t-shirt he’s wearing. It must be Buckle’s. Abel tugs the shirt over his dick. He’s not ready for this and I think we all know it.
“Sweetness, do you want to be here?”
“I want to help,” he says so quietly I strain to hear him over my body slamming down on the dildo.
Buckle watches, waits. He’s so hard in his sweat pants just the sight of him makes my slick leak more. I need him.
“I’m grateful for that, but you’re a virgin.”
Abel goes pink. “Yes.”
“I don’t want your first time to be when I’m in Heat. Things get...” I lick my lips, needing to wrap this up and get my Alpha in me. “They get intense during a regular Heat. They’re worse now that my body knows I’ve found my Fated.”
“I can still help in some way. I don’t mean...” He gestures towards Buckle. “But I can take care of you. Drinks. Food. Run a shower or bath. I’m useful.”
“I know you are. I just don’t want to traumatize you. Fuck.” I grind on the toy and start crying. “If you want to stay in the room, sit there.” I wave to the seat in the corner.
Abel follows my direction and some of the tension in my body leaves. Yes, I like that. “Take off your shirt, but only if—”
Abel rips it off, then folds it neatly and places it on the arm of the chair. He brings his knees to his chest, covering his hard cock.
“Good. Good.” I turn my focus to Buckle. “Now, Alpha. I need you naked and I need your cock in me. Don’t stop until you’ve knotted me.” I turn and drop to my knees, presenting with the dildo still stuffed in my hole.
“Shit,” Buckle curses.
I look over my shoulder. What the fuck could be the problem? His scent tells me he’s all in.
“Knotting condoms. I didn’t think about—”
I point to the nightstand. “First drawer.” Silly Alpha, of course I’m prepared.
He rushes to undress, then grabs a condom from the drawer. I whine the entire time. While I wait, I change where I’m positioned on the bed. So I’m facing Abel. He’s so bright red and his breathing’s jagged.
“You okay?” I gasp out.
“Yeah.”
“Will you touch yourself for me?”
He licks his lips. “What?”
“I know you heard me, sweetness.”
The moment Buckle rubs his cock against my hole, I nearly lose my mind. The soft friction, the mix of our scents. Everything in me twists with want, need, agony.
I can’t even look at Abel, not at first, not with the way my body is open and begging and desperate for our Alpha. But when I glance back over, his face is flushed, raw with desire. Part of me wants to reach for him, comfort him, but mostly I want to show off for him.
Fuck, I want him to see exactly what happens when an Omega is in Heat, what happens when I’m with Buckle, what will happen when I eventually get Abel in my mouth, my arms, my bed.
I snort, more animal than human. “Just put it in me, Alpha,” I say, and for a split second Abel’s eyes meet mine, his lips trembling in a ghost of a smile before he hides his face behind a mop of hair and looks away.
I catch the line of his jaw, the way his breath stutters, and it just makes me ache more.
Buckle’s hands are on my hips, grounding me, and he pulls me back so I can’t move, can’t rush in too fast, as if he’s afraid I’ll hurt myself during my Heat.
“Ready?” Buckle’s voice is sandpaper and honey. He squeezes my flesh, gentle but unyielding. His muscles tense as if holding back a dam. Even his restraint is arousing, and I shiver, whimpering a little, because I need him and want him and every second without him buried inside me hurts.
“Fuck me,” I growl, and this time I do try to slam back on him, but Buckle’s grip is steel.
He holds me in place, controlling the movement, taking care of me in ways I can’t articulate.
For one brief heartbeat, embarrassment floods my system.
How desperate I am, how much I need this, how transparent my longing is, but then the need surges again, and shame is obliterated by wave after wave of hunger.
Buckle’s thumbs work slow, deliberate circles into my hip bones. He edges his cock forward, not in, not yet, and the anticipation is torture. The good kind, the kind that makes my eyes roll and my toes curl and my back arch in supplication.
The room is thick with our pheromones, humid and heady and suffocating. Abel sucks in a long, rattling breath, and when I look his way again, he’s hunched over the arm of the chair, eyes closed.
“He’ll be okay,” I pant. “Maybe… Maybe he’ll get used to our pheromones during my Heat.” I’m babbling, but I can’t stop. “Please. I need your dick—”
That’s all it takes. Buckle surges forward and buries himself in me in one relentless, perfect thrust, and my brain whites out.
The stretch, the fullness, the euphoria.
It’s like I’m being rewired from the inside out.
Nothing else matters. I sob out a sound that’s almost a scream, clutching at the sheets as Buckle sets a brutal, gorgeous pace.
He gives me everything and I take it, take him, greedy for more, always more, never enough.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop until you’ve knotted me,” I manage, half threat, half plea.
I slam back on him, matching every snap of his hips, matching every animal sound he tears out of my throat.
It’s exquisite. I can’t get enough of him, can’t get enough of the way he knows exactly how to push me right to the edge, the way he doesn’t hold back.
I writhe. Moan. Claw at the bed for leverage, bracing myself against the onslaught.
Buckle must sense that I want something else, something more.
He leans over and wraps me up in his arms, hauling my back flush to his chest. The change in angle is electric.
Every thrust now hits something deep inside, something that makes me go cross-eyed and needy.
I crane my neck, desperate for a kiss, and we manage a messy, half-turned, teeth-clicking press of lips, but it’s enough to spark fireworks under my skin.
At some point, Abel makes a sound. A gasp, a whimper, something soft and hungry.
I can tell that he’s fighting his own body, that he wants to join in, but he’s scared, nervous, overwhelmed.
I glance at him, finding his eyes. He’s so red, so flustered, but his cock is hard and flushed and leaking. I want him so badly it hurts.
“Spread your legs for me again, sweetness,” I say. My voice is ragged, but the words come out gentle, coaxing.
Abel hesitates, vulnerable and beautiful, but then he does it.
He slumps lower in the chair, hooks his knees over the arms, and lets his thighs fall open.
The way he exposes himself, shy but eager, makes me want to devour him.
His breathing goes wild, chest heaving, and he covers his eyes for a second before peeking between his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful, Abel,” I tell him, and I mean it. I want to make him feel desired, wanted, cherished. His cock is just a little thicker than mine. I love the way it bobs with every tremor of his body. “Abel, I want you to stroke that pretty cock, then feed me your cum.”
He swallows, throat bobbing, and nods. There’s still the smallest quiver in his hands, but he wraps his fist around himself and pumps, slow and uncertain. Buckle’s rhythm slows.
“So pretty,” Buckle murmurs, voice a reverent hush. He leans in to nuzzle my ear, teeth scraping my lobe. “I can’t wait to take him apart,” he says, a promise I feel in every muscle.
I nod, desperate. I want that too. I want to see Abel gasping and undone. I want to see him totally let loose.
“Fuck me harder while we watch Abel come all over himself,” I say, teeth clenched. The ache inside me is a living thing, clawing for release.
Buckle’s hands tighten, nails digging into my skin, and he pounds, giving me what I need. I brace myself and let it happen, let him use me, let the pleasure burn away everything else.
Abel whimpers, the sound slicing through me like a knife. He’s so open, so honest in his want, and I want to reward him for it.
“That’s right, sweetness. Keep stroking that pretty cock for me. Let me taste your pre-cum.” I want to be greedy with him.
Abel shakes, eyes glazed over, jerking himself with a rhythm that’s half panic, half pleasure.
He blinks at us, and then, as if in a trance, he swipes his forefinger across his slit and stumbles his way towards us.
I reach for his hand, pull it close, and drag his finger across my lips.
I want to taste him, want him to see me want him.
The flavor is sharp and salty. So fucking delicious.
Abel’s pupils blow wide. He watches, dazed, as I suck his finger into my mouth and moan like he’s feeding me life itself.
I don’t let go, even as he adds another finger, even as his other hand keeps working his cock.
He stands right by the bed, so close I can feel the heat radiating off him.
I want to suck him off, want to swallow him whole, but I’m pinned by Buckle, locked in the rhythm of his thrusts.
Buckle tightens his arms around my chest, but I claw at him, needing to break free, needing to change position or I’ll explode.
“I need to move,” I gasp. “Let me—fuck—let me—”