Epilogue 2 #2
Archer kisses me and guides me into the presentation position, rubbing his hands over my ass and thighs with a reverence that makes me moan.
When Beau takes his place, gripping my hips and sinking inside me, I let out a shudder of relief.
He sets a fast rhythm, working his cock inside me the way he knows I like best, but right now it isn’t enough. I need to be fuller.
“Need you both,” I pant. Archer moves so I can lift up and suck him, but I shake my head, groaning against the mattress. “No, no, both inside me.”
His eyes go wide. “Are you sure? I don’t know if we’ll both fit.”
“It’ll fit. I’ll make it fit.” I’ve only tried double penetration with a toy before, but my inner omega is certain this is exactly what I need. Both my mates inside me.
A whimper escapes my lips when Beau has to pull out of me so we can change positions, me straddling his cock, and Archer lined up behind me. I bounce on my alpha’s length until Archer holds me still and lines himself up with my pussy.
It takes a few fumbling attempts before he gets the head of his cock inside, the stretch blissful and mind-bending.
Beau interlaces his fingers with Archer’s and together they grip me, anchoring me to them as another inch of Archer’s cock tunnels in alongside Beau’s.
“Fuck, that’s unreal.” Beau’s eyes are wide, flicking between checking my face to make sure I’m okay, and to Archer behind me.
“So tight,” Archer says through gritted teeth. “Y-you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes! Move.”
They both laugh at my frustrated tone, but it turns to moans as Archer finds an angle that works.
It should be too much, but it’s exactly what I needed. My eyes roll back as pleasure rockets through me and my pussy contracts hard around the cocks stuffing me full. I ride it out, still wanting more.
“Bite me,” I beg, echoing Archer’s plea from earlier. “I want your bites and your cum.”
“You sure?” Beau asks, brow furrowed with the strain of holding himself back. “You don’t want to wait until—”
“I don’t want to wait any longer to feel you both. So unless you want to wait, I want—”
Archer’s teeth in my shoulder cut me off, white-hot pleasure pain lancing through me as the omega’s bond snaps into place and I come again.
Beau’s bite comes a few seconds later as he sits up to sink his teeth into the other side of my neck. An unending wave of pleasure and joy and contentment floods my mind, as my two scent matches, no, mates, bond me.
Both of them fall over the edge with me, filling me up. Beau doesn’t knot me, but my inner omega doesn’t care, the heat spike satisfied by having them both.
I grin, love and pleasure drunk, and raise a brow at Beau, who nods, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
When I bite his neck, his love hits me in a rush, euphoric and grateful.
Surprised but certain. Eager to care for us and give us a space to let go, knowing that he’ll always be there.
And god, what an unexpected relief that is, after years of taking care of everything on my own.
I reach back toward Archer, who comes up to lie on his side beside us, and I roll off Beau and point to the unmarked side of the alpha’s neck.
He laughs and then Beau moans as our omega bites him too, whispering all his love and praise that we can feel surging through the new bond.
When Archer pulls off, Beau doesn’t hesitate to bite him back, and the way Archer melts into it has my heart clenching with so much adoration I think it might burst.
As soon as they part, I yank Archer over to me and press my lips to the same part of his throat that I sucked when I teased him earlier.
“Ruby, please,” he whines. I laugh and then my teeth pierce his skin, the taste of his blood coppery and sweet like him. His bond is as effervescent and potent as champagne, bursting with pleasure and happiness. He lights me up from the inside, so earnest with his trust and devotion.
We collapse into a pile, holding each other with wordless joy that echoes in a loop across our bonds.
Beau laces his fingers through mine, and my gaze catches on the tattooed bonding band I got on my finger the day I left the shitty pack I was dating. It was a commitment to cherish my authentic self, but it was also an assumption that it’d be the only way I’d wear a one.
What a delightful surprise that a promise to be myself led me to my perfect matches.
That sense of awe echoes through our bonds, marveling that we’re here and, against all odds, we found each other. Knowing that we belong together, and that this is the start of the best part of our lives.
Then, there’s a jolt of apology from Beau’s end of the bond, and he sits up with a curse. “I forgot to turn the cameras off! Shit, sorry. I had one job, and I screwed it up.”
I laugh and tug him back down beside us. “It’s fine, it’s not like this is live.”
Archer’s mouth curves into a slightly mischievous smile. “I’m glad you left them on. How many people can say they have the moment they bonded their mates on video?”
“Good point. Plus, I’m sure our alpha will want to watch you fucking us both on repeat.”
Beau groans but doesn’t deny it.
“God, I love my perverted mates.”
Archer laughs, and Beau lets out a huff.
“We love you, too,” Archer says, kissing my cheek. “I love you both so much.”
I feel the love through the bond, like the best hug in the world.
Beau’s love is just as comforting. Steady and strong. “I love both of you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”