Chapter 16 Dalton
DALTON
Ihadn’t been an innocent when I fell for Peyton.
I’d had sex with plenty of guys, but I’d never been with an omega before.
Theo was slim, almost petite compared to Peyton and me, but right now, he felt fragile in a way that had nothing to do with size.
He was shaking so hard I was afraid he’d shatter if I let go.
While my alpha outweighed me by a good thirty pounds and was all muscle, the omega standing in front of me was vibrating with a terrifying mix of need and panic.
Sex with the alpha was rough, primal, and it satisfied me in a way I couldn’t explain.
Yet all I wanted to do with Theo was treasure him, ground him.
To prove to him that this overwhelming biological storm wouldn’t drown him.
The desire was there, yes, but my protective instincts were screaming louder. I wanted this omega as much as I’d ever wanted my alpha, but I needed him to be safe first. Where Peyton was large and in charge, perhaps too much for Theo in this state,I could be an anchor or a soft place to land.
By the time my clothes were nothing but a pile on the floor, Peyton had joined us. I felt his heat as he stepped up behind me, enfolding me in his arms. The air was thick, heavy with lust, but I could feel my alpha dialing it back, trying to contain the sheer force of his presence for Theo’s sake.
“Look at the two of you,” Peyton murmured, his voice rough. “So ready for your alpha, aren’t you?”
I practically purred in my alpha’s arms. It was instinct, but tonight wasn’t about me. It was about Theo and his desperate, confusing needs.
“He’s scared, Peyton,” I whispered back, leaning into him but keeping my eyes on Theo, who was hugging himself, looking everywhere but at us. “The heat is hitting him hard. Too hard.”
“I know. I can smell the fear mixed with the slick. It’s… potent.” Peyton stepped away but didn’t let go of me completely. He drew me closer to Theo.
“He needs both of us,” Peyton said, his tone shifting from dominant to gentle. “He needs to know he’s not fighting this alone.”
Peyton pulled his shirt off in one smooth move, revealing the tattoos painted across his chest. He was a work of art with roses intertwined and spread across his pecs.
A skull surrounded by smoke wrapped around his thick bicep, shifting softly into a full sleeve on one arm.
The pieces were among my favorites that decorated his body.
Almost all of the tats were of Peyton’s own artwork, inked into his body by me.
However, the large piece inked into his back was all mine.
It was a large underwater scene I added to a little at a time.
It didn’t take long for Peyton to uncover the rest of his body. Theo’s eyes widened with each article of clothing our alpha removed, revealing massive muscles and even more artwork. He took a shaky breath, the terror in his scent spiking again.
As we stepped closer to Theo, Peyton’s nostrils flared as he inhaled.
He groaned, a low rumble that vibrated the floorboards, as he reached out to pull Theo close.
Theo’s heat pheromones were suffocatingly strong.
As a beta, my sense of smell wasn’t that fine-tuned, and even I was getting lightheaded.
I could smell the slick—sweet, floral, but with that metallic tang of distress.
I could see the evidence as the fluid dripped down between his thighs, proof of how turned on his body was, even if his mind was reeling.
Unable to resist any longer, I reached out to touch Theo again, resting my hand on his tremulous stomach. He shivered as my fingers mapped his skin, drawing shapes only I could see.
“Just breathe, Theo,” I soothed. “We’re right here. We’re not going to rush you.”
Peyton’s mouth drank down Theo’s gasps while my hands wandered, exploring both the omega who fascinated me and our alpha.
I’d missed him so much. Later, after we took care of Theo, I’d get my turn.
I was confident my alpha could satisfy both our needs.
But first, we had an omega to guide through the storm.
Sinking to my knees behind Theo, my lips followed my fingers.
I tasted the omega, swiping my tongue across one round cheek to the other before dipping low.
I needed to show him that this—this wet, messy, overwhelming reality—was okay.
That he was okay. I drank down the slick he leaked.
While I couldn’t smell as well as an alpha, my taste buds exploded with the flavor that was uniquely Theo.
Reaching around, I grasped his cock with one hand while the other spread his cheeks.
Theo’s moans played a musical chorus, but there was a sob caught in his throat.
I was hard as a rock and dripping as my tongue dipped in, rimming Theo’s taint.
I wasn’t just preparing him for our alpha; I was worshipping him, promising him with every stroke of my tongue that he was safe.