Chapter 17 Peyton
PEYTON
When I came searching for my beta, the last thing I expected was to find an omega in the throes of a heatstorm so violent it nearly brought me to my knees. The air in the room was thick enough to chew, saturated with the scent of distress and pure, unadulterated need.
I would have sworn Dalton was the only man I ever needed, but I was wrong.
So very wrong. As my lips devoured Theo’s mouth, tasting the salt of his fear and the sweet nectar of his arousal, my heart raced like a piston engine redlining.
My cock was rock-hard, painful in its intensity, desperate to sink into the omega’s lithe little body and claim.
Every instinct I had was screaming at me to bite, to knot, to breed. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to keep the beast on a leash.
When my hand reached down to grab Theo’s hard length, it met Dalton’s fingers. Wrapping my hand around his, we played with our omega, wringing from him the sweetest sounds—half-whimper, half-moan.
It should have felt odd, having Dalton in the room.
Alphas typically didn’t want anyone around their omegas when their heats came.
But Dalton? Dalton wasn’t “anyone.” He was my anchor.
Without him there, grounding Theo, grounding me, I might have lost control completely.
He was an extension of myself, and I couldn’t wait to share this sweet morsel we had between us.
When Theo’s moans turned into a high-pitched keen, I knew we were running out of time. I shifted the three of us to the bed. It was huge, a custom build from the looks of it,and thank god for that. We needed the space.
I stretched Theo in the middle of the bed, a pillow tucked under his sweet ass. He looked wrecked, his eyes glassy, his chest heaving. Dalton took the opportunity to swallow Theo’s dick down to the root, and the sight nearly undid me.
Grabbing the box of condoms I’d thrown on the nightstand, my hands shook.
I fumbled with the packet, tearing it open with my teeth.
The latex-free material felt thin, fragile against the pulsing rage of my erection.
I’d developed a sensitivity to latex recently—occupational hazard—but usually, these fit fine.
Tonight, though? Tonight my cock felt swollen beyond its normal limits, gorged on the alpha pheromones flooding my system.
I rolled it on, but it felt tight. Restrictive. My beast roared in protest. Bare. Need him bare.
I grit my teeth, forcing the instinct down. “Not yet,” I hissed to myself. “Too soon.”
The image of driving into Theo without a condom, of filling him with my seed, was almost my undoing. A hiss escaped me as I squeezed my cock at the base in an effort to stave off my orgasm. I wouldn’t last long this first time. The biological imperative was too strong.
Reaching down to play with Theo’s hole, I found him loose and ready for me thanks to Dalton’s wickedly talented tongue. I’d been on the other end of that tongue myself so I knew how good Theo must be feeling.
“Are you ready for me, omega?” My voice was a growl, unrecognizable to my own ears.
“Yes! Please,” Theo begged, reaching back blindly. “Fill me. Hurting. Need you.”
I lined up the head of my cock with Theo’s hole, sinking into his warmth. Heat, squeezing hot heat wrapped around me like a vice. It was tighter, hotter, wetter than anything I’d ever experienced. As I moved in and out in small thrusts, easing into Theo, I felt my control fraying.
When I finally sank all the way in, Theo whimpered, a sound of relief and pain mingled together. It took a moment for Dalton and I to work out a rhythm. I thrust into Theo while Dalton kept his mouth on Theo’s rigid pole.
It was too much. The heat, the scent, the sight of Dalton loving our omega.
It only took a few thrusts before Theo shouted out, his body clamping down around me. The suction was incredible.
I didn’t last. I couldn’t. Two more thrusts and my own shout reverberated around us as my orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. I felt myself pulsing, spilling out into the condom.
But then, the pressure changed. My knot, swollen and demanding, surged against the restriction. I felt a pop, a tear, something giving way. And then, the unmistakable sensation of warmth flooding where it shouldn’t be.
Before I had a chance to pull out, my knot locked into place, trapping us together.
Dalton’s head popped up, his eyes wide as he looked at me. He saw the panic in my eyes. I looked down, knowing what had happened but powerless to stop it now. We locked together. The barrier vanished.
I leaned in to kiss my beta, needing to taste his calm, as my hand met Theo’s on Dalton’s cock. The two of us brought the beta to completion, our hands wrapped around him as he spilled out over us with his release. But my mind was racing. What have I done?
Giving up Dalton’s lips, I licked his cum off my fingers before leaning over to kiss Theo. I shared my prize with him, making him moan. But the kiss was desperate, apologetic. As we lay there with our omega in the middle, content and whole, a cold shard of fear settled in my gut.