Chapter 13
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BEAU
Archer’s soft mewl of need has my stiff cock throbbing, his slick still coating my lips and tongue.
God, that was hot. Tasting him and listening to the noises Ruby wrung from him was better than any other sex I’ve had in my life, and I haven’t even touched myself. I was this close to coming in my pants if we’d kept going for much longer.
The beautiful, only slightly relieved omega lies sprawled on the mattress, his dark hair stuck to his damp brow and his chest rising and falling in rapid breaths like he just ran a marathon.
I trace the light dusting of hair from his navel down to the dark curls between his thighs and flush as I watch with rapt focus as his cock swells back to full attention.
My mouth waters. “Do you want me to go down on you?” It’s embarrassing how my voice quavers a little.
“I’m sure I won’t be as good as Ruby, which you probably guessed by how much of an amateur I was at…
licking you.” My cheeks burn, and I regret opening my mouth rather than letting Ruby continue to direct me.
“You’ve never done that before?” Archer asks, brow furrowing.
“Uh, no.” When the line between his brow deepens, I feel compelled to continue. “But I loved it.”
Ruby arches a brow at me. “Is this your first time with a man?” There’s no judgment in her tone, but a lot of curiosity.
Dammit, I really was hoping to do this and not have it come up, because I don’t want Archer to think I’m not interested in him. I had to open my self-deprecating mouth.
I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah. I’m bi but I’ve never, uh, had the opportunity to…”
Ruby’s head tilts. “Not even with your pack?”
There’s an unpleasant lurch in my stomach at the mention of them. The memory of Jace sneering at me during Heather’s first heat, and telling me not to be such a fag when he caught me looking at his dick, rises unbidden.
Stop.
I don’t want to think about them. Not here, when I’m in a beautiful nest with two perfect omegas that smell like mine, and who, against all odds, seem alright with my loser ass being a part of the heat. Who won’t mind at all that I’m attracted to all genders.
“No.” The word is harsh from my lips. More bitter than I wanted it to sound.
“How long has it been since you broke up with them?” Archer asks, reaching a hand out to touch my fingertips. He’s being so sweet when I know he’s in pain and the focus should be on helping him feel good, not my sexual history.
“About eleven years.”
“Wait, hold on, it’s been eleven years and you’ve never been with a man in the intervening time?” I flush at Ruby’s question and she grimaces. “Sorry, that was rude. I’m not judging. I just don’t get it.”
“What is there to get?” I ask with a frown.
“Is sex not important to you? No judgment if it isn’t.”
I scoff. “No, I want sex. Why do you think I subscribe to you?”
Ruby rolls her eyes. “Jerking off and having sex are two different things. Plenty of folks masturbate and enjoy porn, but don’t seek out sex.”
“I want sex!” I huff, agitated by all the questions. “I like men and I want sex.”
“Okay, so that brings me back to the question of why it never happened. You’re kind and funny—once you get past the nerves—and you’re sexy as hell. You could’ve gotten laid a hundred times over in eleven years, by as many guys as you wanted.”
“What? What are you talking about?” I scoff. “I’m not sexy. You’re saying that because I’m your scent match.”
“No, I’m not. I couldn’t smell you at the restaurant, and I thought you were attractive right away. Anyone with taste would think you’re hot, Beau.”
Archer nods, giving me a shy smile. “You’re very sexy.” He bites his lower lip, voice growing softer. “Exactly what I’d hoped for in an alpha.”
“I… I am?” My head is spinning, and it’s not just from the combined scent of these omegas.
“Yes,” Archer breathes, the word almost a whine.
“What do you want from your alpha?” I ask, the interrogation about my sexual experiences forgotten as my alpha hones in on giving Archer what he needs.
He flushes and spreads his legs, enough for me to see his slick-coated ass and thighs and a hint of his hole. “I want your knot.”
I let out a deep, rumbling groan, and Ruby laughs, the sound deep and husky.
“Hold on there, boys. We need to get our sweet omega warmed up first. Don’t want to ruin the rest of your heat because you hurt yourself on his giant knot.”
Archer winces and nods, fighting off another whine when he speaks. “O-okay, but soon, please. I need it.”
God, he really is sweet. Sweet and fucking sexy.
I move closer, leaning over him slowly, giving him enough time to show if he’s okay with this, then place a tentative kiss on his lips.
He smiles against my mouth and wraps a hand around the back of my neck to keep me close as he kisses me back.
My heart soars at the feel of his mouth against mine, a piece of a puzzle I didn’t even realize I was missing slotting into place.
Mine.
“Fuck, Archer,” I whisper as our lips part briefly, stunned.
Our mouths meet again, more hungry and insistent this time, tongues stroking together as Archer pulls me down on top of him.
Worried about crushing him with my weight, I try to roll us over to our sides and let out a grunt of pain when my bad shoulder meets the hard edge of something instead of the cushy mattress.
Archer pulls back immediately. “Shit, are you okay?”
I dig through the covers to find what I rolled onto and pull it out. A surprised huff of laughter falls from my lips when I see the cover of the hardback. “You like Moonblood?”
Archer snatches the book from me, cheeks pinking. “Y-yeah. I know, I’m a total nerd.”
Warmth spreads in my chest. It’s silly, but finding out that he’s reading my favorite book series settles something inside me. A thread of connection that makes him seem less of a stranger and more of a kindred spirit.
“It’s my favorite. Just wait until you get to book four.”
Archer’s mouth drops open at my words. “Oh, I know! I’m actually rereading. For the third time. Ugh, when Guinevere and Fallon finally get together but then—”
“Spoilers!” Ruby interrupts. “What if I want to read it?”
Archer pretends to zip his lips, but leans in and whispers, his breath sending goosebumps scattering across my skin. “Kissing both of you reminds me of how Fallon felt when he was with Gwen and Armand under the waterfall.”
My mouth is on his again, showing him how much I agree.
After a minute of deep, drugging kisses, Ruby clears her throat. “Why don’t we get naked before we reenact your favorite scene?”
I pull back and realize that there’s something I desperately need to do before anything else. I push up from Archer’s side and reach a hand out to Ruby, who gives me a surprisingly shy smile but moves closer.
“About time,” she murmurs as I wrap a hand around her waist and dip my head.
The little sigh she releases as our lips meet is my undoing. I moan against her mouth, and she captures the sound greedily.
Kissing Ruby is like taking a shot of potent liquor.
It leaves my mind fuzzing and my chest aching, warmth spreading down to pool in my gut.
There’s the briefest flash of worry that getting addicted to her will be as ruinous as my struggle with alcohol, but it’s gone as soon as we pull apart and she looks as undone as I feel.
Her dreamy smile shifts into a wicked one when sees Archer watching us and stroking his cock. “Take your clothes off.”
I’m about to say she should do the same, but she’s already grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it off over her head.
Fuck me, I already knew what she looked like naked, but seeing her in person, inches away from me and in Archer’s nest, is an almost religious experience.
She’s not wearing a bra, and her rosy, pierced nipples are stiff. Begging to be sucked and teased. This close, I can see all the fine lines of the tattoos on her sternum, a work of art to match the beauty of her full curves.
Archer’s breath hitches. “Oh wow. God, you’re so beautiful.”
“Stunning,” I agree as I pull off my sweater.
Ruby’s cheeks redden a touch at our praise, and her lips curve as she slides off her panties.
Her scent rises as soon as her underwear is off, and a deep purr rumbles to life in my chest. “You smell so good,” I groan.
“Quit getting distracted and get naked,” she says, laughing.
I scramble to obey, only realizing once I’m naked that both omegas’ attention has shifted to my far less appealing physique. I fight not to curl in on myself or grab a blanket to cover back up with.
Their eyes burn against my skin. They’re staring at the surgery scar. “I know it’s gross to look at.”
“Damn, you weren’t kidding about being big,” Ruby says, then meets my eyes. “Wait, what? Your dick isn’t gross.”
“Not gross at all,” Archer agrees, pushing up and reaching to wrap a hand around my slightly flagging erection.
I curse at his touch, cock bucking against his hand. “I meant my scar.” My voice grows strained as Archer’s thumb brushes against my frenulum. “Fuck, sweet omega, that feels good.”
“Who cares about a scar when you have the body of a Norse god?” Ruby asks dryly.
“Mmm, yeah, like Thor,” Archer murmurs as he plays with the bead of pre-cum dripping from my slit.
“W-what?”
They ignore my skepticism, Ruby bending to kiss Archer, then stroking his cheek. “Where are your toys, sweetheart?”
“Over…over in the corner… there’s one that has a knot.” Archer groans. “God, I need a knot. Please.”
She strokes his cheek. “Shh, it’s okay. Let your alpha give you some of his cum while I get the toy and get you nice and warmed up, okay?”
“It won’t take me long, and it will help ease your discomfort,” I add hoarsely.
I wrap a hand around my cock, ready to get myself off as quickly as possible, but Archer whines and bats my hand away. “Let me.”
I don’t have time to protest before he’s bending over and sucking me into the hot well of his eager mouth.
“Shit.”
It’s been so long since anyone has given me head, I’m not going to last. Especially not when he’s moaning and slurping my dick like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
And absolutely not when Ruby moves behind him, where his ass is already raised up, and starts teasing his hole with the tip of a light green dildo.
“Mmm, you look so good like this, sweet omega,” Ruby encourages. “Sucking your alpha and taking the toy in your needy hole. You need to be filled, don’t you?”
Archer moans his assent, the vibration going straight to my balls. I have to tense my stomach muscles to fight against coming or rocking up into his mouth.
His eyes meet mine, hooded and shining with arousal, gasping as Ruby clicks on the toy’s vibrations. I stroke his cheek, watching in awe as this handsome, wonderful omega sucks me with more enthusiasm than anyone ever has.
“Fuck, you’re so good. Going to make me come.”
Archer moans and nods as best he can, eyes fluttering when Ruby wraps a hand around his cock.
“Mmm, don’t keep him waiting. Give him your cum,” Ruby encourages. My eyes meet hers, which are sparkling with heat, and I lose it.
I palm the back of Archer’s head. “Shit, yes, that’s it. Oh fuck, I’m coming.”
I erupt, releasing what feels like eleven years’ worth of cum, flooding Archer’s eager mouth.
“So good,” Ruby praises, and then she’s pressing the toy all the way into Archer, giving him the knot.
Archer pops off of my cock and cries out as he breaks, but I’m still coming, and my cum paints his chin and throat. It’s so pretty and obscene, and my alpha crows inside me, pleased that I’m marking him as mine.
Ruby wraps an arm around Archer’s waist and pulls him up to rest his back against her chest. I almost perish when she tips his chin to lick some of the cum off of him, then presses it back into his mouth with her lips.
She gives me a filthy grin when their mouths part. “Alright, I think he’s ready for you.”