Chapter 25 Peyton
PEYTON
Peyton The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and satisfaction, the kind that clings to skin and memory.
Theo was still trembling between us, his breath shallow and sweet against my neck, his body curled like he was trying to disappear into both of us at once.
I brushed a kiss to his temple, slow and reverent, before turning my attention to Dalton.
My beta was watching me with that same steady intensity he always had, like he saw straight through the alpha bullshit and still chose to stay.
His hand was still resting on Theo’s back, fingers splayed wide, claiming and comforting all at once.
I reached for him, threading our fingers together, and pulled him closer.
Theo made a soft sound as we shifted, but he didn’t stir, just nestled deeper into the pillows, eyes half-lidded and blissed-out.
I leaned in and kissed Dalton, slow and deliberate, letting the heat build between us like coals catching fire.
He tasted like salt and want, and when I nipped at his bottom lip, he groaned into my mouth.
We didn’t need words. Not now.
I slid my hand down his chest, feeling the way his breath caught, the way his body angled toward mine like it had been waiting for this exact moment.
He mirrored the movement, palm flat against my stomach, fingers curling just enough to make me twitch.
When I reached the hard line of him, already straining against his skin, I wrapped my fingers around his cock and heard the broken sound he made against my lips.
Dalton’s hand found me a second later, and the sensation of his rough palm sliding over my cock made my hips jerk forward involuntarily.
We moved together, not rushed, not desperate,just us.
Skin on skin, breath mingling, the bed creaking softly beneath us as we stroked each other with the familiarity of men who’d learned each other’s rhythms through years of friendship and love.
Theo stirred slightly, letting out a sleepy little hum as our arms brushed his leg. I glanced down and saw his eyes flutter open, watching us with something like awe.
“You two,” he whispered, voice rough. “You’re mine too, you know.”
I leaned down and kissed him then, soft and slow, before pulling back to meet Dalton’s eyes. “Yeah,” I said. “We know.”
Dalton’s thumb swiped over my tip, spreading the wetness there, and I nearly lost my rhythm. I tightened my grip on him in retaliation, stroking faster, feeling the way his thigh muscles tensed against mine. We were both close, had been riding the edge since Theo fell apart between us.
“Together,” Dalton murmured against my mouth, and I knew exactly what he meant.
We turned slightly toward Theo, who lay watching us with those wide, dark eyes, his lips parted in wonder. He was flushed and utterly ours. When Dalton’s thumb pressed just beneath my head in that way that always undid me, I felt the orgasm build at the base of my spine, inevitable as the tide.
I came first, with a groan I couldn’t swallow, my release spilling hot across Theo’s stomach. The sight of it—him marked by me—sent Dalton over the edge a heartbeat later, his own completion mixing with mine on Theo’s skin in wet stripes that caught the dim light.
Theo whimpered at the sensation, his fingers reaching down to touch where we’d painted him, a wonderstruck smile spreading across his face. “Messy,” he whispered, but he sounded pleased.
“Ours,” I corrected, pulling him up to kiss him again while Dalton’s hand stayed wrapped around me, slower now, gentler.
We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter, skin slick with sweat and satisfaction.
Theo nestled between us, his hand resting on my chest, his leg thrown over Dalton’s.
I traced lazy circles on his back, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing, the quiet, steady thrum of his heart.
“God, he’s so beautiful,” I whispered to Dalton, whose fingers were moving along with mine like we were playing a sensual game of tag. Our fingertips spreading our combined cum over Theo’s body.
“Isn’t he?” Dalton agreed, his voice low and filled with wonder. “He feels… softer, somehow. Have you noticed?”
I frowned slightly, running my hand over Theo’s flank. Dalton was right. His skin felt plush, almost swollen in places it hadn’t been before. And the scent…
It was intoxicating. Sweet, creamy, like warm milk and honey. It was distinct from his heat scent, which had been floral and desperate. This was comforting, rich, and it made my alpha brain short-circuit with a need to protect and nest.
“Yeah,” I murmured. “He smells different, too. Incredible.”
“Maybe it’s just happiness,” Dalton teased lightly. “Maybe this is what a happy omega smells like.”
“Maybe,” I agreed, though a primal part of me whispered that it was something more fundamental. But I pushed the thought away, too caught up in the moment to analyze biology.
Feeling a sudden surge of hunger, I leaned in and captured Theo’s lips with my own. He tasted sweet and warm, his mouth opening under mine as I deepened the kiss. Our tongues danced together, exploring each other in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing.
“More,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with need. I obliged, nipping and kissing down the column of his neck until I reached his collarbone.
“Please, Peyton…” Theo pleaded, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. Desire blew his pupils wide, making the dark brown of his irises appear almost black.
“Patience, sweetheart.” My lips found the flat disc of his nipple, and I eagerly enveloped it in warmth. Theo’s back arched off the bed, a strangled cry leaving his throat. His nipples were darker, I noted, and incredibly sensitive. Just a flick of my tongue made him gasp as if I’d shocked him.
“God, you’re driving me crazy,” Theo whispered, his eyes locked onto mine. “I didn’t know it could be like this. My skin feels like it’s too tight.”
“We’ll loosen you up,” I promised, my voice husky.
We took our time, worshiping every inch of him. As I finally sank inside him, the connection felt different. Deeper. He felt tighter, hotter, hugging me in a way that felt possessive.
As I found my rhythm, Theo’s hips moved in sync with mine, meeting each of my thrusts with enthusiasm.
The sound of his moans and the look in his eyes spurred me on, driving me deeper into him.
The scent in the room intensified, shifting from merely sweet to something almost cloying, heavy with pheromones that screamed mate and family.
My whole body throbbed with need, my mind sang with a desire that only increased with every passing second.
My heart soared as I looked into Theo’s eyes and then shared a look with Dalton.
The air smelled like lust and sex, but underneath it all, that milky sweetness lingered, a secret waiting to reveal itself.
It didn’t take long before Theo was coming apart in my arms, his body convulsing as he cried out my name.
I held him tight, stroking his hair, whispering reassurances as he shuddered against me.
Dalton was right there with me, his own release coming soon after.
And then my knot pulsed, locking me inside Theo’s sweet channel as I came apart as well, my own cries joining Theo’s.
As we lay there together afterwards, the three of us tangled in a sweaty, satisfied heap, I buried my nose in Theo’s neck, breathing in that new, confusing scent. I knew I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything.
Tomorrow would bring whatever it brought. But tonight, we were stitched together, three hearts, one rhythm. Tonight, we had this. And it was enough.