Chapter Thirty
Emery
I don’t even realize I’ve leaned forward until Beau’s hand slides to my waist, his palm broad and warm, fingers splaying there with quiet intent, claiming space.
“You’re doing it again,” Connor murmurs.
I glance at him, heat blooming fast in my cheeks.
“Doing what?”
His eyes flick deliberately to Beau’s hand on my waist, then back to my face. His mouth curves.
“Letting your scent do the talking.”
Theo exhales softly. The sound is barely there, but it goes straight through me as Beau’s thumb presses into my hip, a subtle pulse through the bond.
Still want this?
I do. God, I do.
I nod once, and apparently, that’s all the permission he needed, because Beau leans in and kisses me.
It’s hungry and sure, his mouth fitting over mine like he’s been waiting for permission, and I open up for him with ease. My breath stutters as his hand slides up my side, fingers spreading over my ribs and pulling me closer until my knees bump his.
Connor lets out a low, appreciative sound.
“Well. Fuck.”
Beau breaks the kiss only long enough to hook an arm around my waist and pull me fully onto him. I straddle his lap without thinking, thighs settling on either side of his hips, my body fitting against his with a natural, practiced ease.
The second I do, his hands slide down to my ass, gripping and guiding, and I feel the unmistakable press of his hard length as I rock forward.
“Jesus,” Connor mutters, openly watching now.
Beau tilts his head back slightly, eyes dark as he watches my face while I move against him. His hands flex on my hips, encouragingly setting the pace. I grind down harder, and he groans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me.
When I glance over at Connor, Beau’s mouth slides to my neck. He kisses there, teeth scraping just enough to make my toes curl, and his lips trail along my pulse, his breath hot against my skin.
That’s when I notice it: the way that Connor’s hand is fisted in his jeans, palming himself openly. He’s making no attempt to hide it, and his gaze flicks up to mine when he sees me notice.
“Don’t mind me, sweetheart. You keep moving like that,” he grins. “But I’m not gonna pretend I’m not enjoying the show.”
Beau’s hands tighten, growling low into my neck.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs, possessive and pleased all at once.
I do—but not before I catch Theo out of the corner of my eye.
He’s frozen, completely rigid in the armchair, one hand gripping the backrest like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. His chest rises and falls too fast, eyes dark and blown as his attention flickers between me rocking against Beau’s lap and Connor openly touch himself over his jeans.
He looks like he might actually pass out.
The realization sends a pulse of heat straight through me as Beau pulls me back into another deep, filthy kiss.
His mouth moves over mine with unhurried intent, tongue sliding in a way that makes my hips roll down into his impossibly harder, chasing that solid pressure even through layers of fabric.
His huge hands stay on my ass, and I feel how hard he is beneath me, how controlled he’s being—
And it makes me reckless.
I rock down harder, and Beau groans into my mouth, low and rough, teeth catching briefly on my lip.
“Fuck, Emery,” he mutters, breath hot against my skin. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
I smile against his mouth. “Maybe.”
That’s when Connor steps closer. I don’t hear him at first, so much as I feel him—heat at my side, the shift in the air, the way Beau’s attention flicks briefly away and then back again, sharper now.
Connor’s voice is rough when he speaks.
“Alright,” he says, tone easy but eyes dark. “My turn.”
Beau huffs a short laugh against my throat. “Nah.”
Connor lifts a brow. “Excuse me?”
Beau’s hands tighten on my hips.
“I’ve got a better idea.”
The look Connor gives him is all curiosity and challenge. “Yeah?”
Beau leans in and murmurs something in my ear that makes my breath hitch instantly, and my knees almost give out.
“Oh,” Connor says, understanding dawning slow and bright across his face. “That is a good idea.”
Beau slides his hands up my sides, unhurried, and then, together, they strip me.
Connor’s fingers tug my shirt up and over my head while Beau’s mouth trails down my throat, kisses hot and open, distracting me as hands work at my waistband. My clothes are gone piece by piece, each touch intentional and reverent.
By the time I’m naked, I’m trembling.
Connor backs away first until he drops onto the couch and sprawls back against the cushions, hands laced behind his head, jaw slack with want.
I swallow thickly as Beau turns me without a word, his palms firm as he steers me backward, positioning me exactly where he wants me.
“Sit.”
My knees bend as Beau guides me down.
I hover just above Connor's face, and feel his breath first: hot, and oh so intentional. His hands slide up my thighs, his fingers spreading me open before I even realize I’ve stopped thinking, and then his mouth closes around me.
The sensation is instant and dizzying; his tongue pressing deep before pulling back just to make me gasp.
My knees wobble and I cry out softly, hands flying out to brace against Beau’s forearms as Connor groans into my cunt.
“That’s it,” Connor murmurs, voice muffled and rough against my skin. “Christ, you taste unreal.”
His tongue flattens, then curls just right, pressure exactly where I need it.
I choke on a moan. He doesn’t rush. He lingers, tongue sliding through my slick, tasting, teasing, breathing me in like he’s savoring every second.
Beau’s hands stay locked on my hips, holding me steady when my body tries to sag.
“Easy,” he murmurs behind me, low and commanding. “Let him work. Let him have you.”
I whimper, hips jerking despite myself.
“Oh no,” Connor chuckles softly. “You don’t get to run. Not now.”
His tongue presses harder, circling my clit then dragging down again. I can hear the wet sounds of it, feel the vibration of his groans against my body, and it makes my head spin.
I glance sideways without thinking. Theo is still in the armchair, his posture is rigid. His chest rises and falls too fast, eyes blown wide and fixed on me as Connor eats me like it’s his last meal.
The awareness of being watched sends another wave of heat through me.
“Fuck,” Connor groans. “You should feel how her pussy clenches. She knows he’s watching, and she fucking loves it.”
Beau growls softly behind me, equal parts pleased and possessive, and then he moves.
I hear fabric shifting, feel the heat at my back; the unmistakable brush of skin as he strips, his presence growing heavier and closer. I squeeze my eyes shut when he steps up beside me, his body a wall of heat and muscle.
He taps my jaw once.
“Open.”
I turn my head, and he’s right there—shirt gone, jeans pushed down, cock heavy and flushed in his hand. He’s thick, and impossibly solid.
My mouth waters instantly.
Beau hooks a finger under my chin, guiding my face up until I’m looking at him. His thumb presses against my lower lip, and he groans when I open without hesitation.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
I take his cock into my mouth slowly, my lips stretching and tongue sliding along the underside before I sink deeper. Beau exhales sharply, his hand threading into my hair as he sets the pace—gentle at first, then firmer as I relax around him.
At the same time, Connor’s tongue circles my clit again.
The double sensation nearly undoes me.
My body is caught between them; Beau filling my mouth, Connor devouring me from below, and every nerve lights up. I moan around Beau’s cock, the sound vibrating against his length, and he groans, hips rocking forward even harder.
“That sound,” Connor mutters into my slit, his voice utterly wrecked. “You hear that, Beau? She’s losing her fucking mind.”
I grind down onto Connor’s face as I suck Beau deeper, breath breaking with every movement. Connor hums into me in encouragement, his skilful tongue never letting up.
“That’s it, Omega,” he says. “Ride my mouth. Use it.”
Beau’s grip tightens in my hair.
“Careful,” he warns softly. “She comes when I say.”
Connor laughs softly beneath me.
“Fuck,” he says. “She’s perfect.”
Beau’s hand tightens, voice dark and sure.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “She really is.”
Beau’s fingers curl hard at my scalp as his cock throbs on my tongue, and I moan around him, the taste of him thick and sharp and alpha-heavy, my mouth already aching in the best way.
Slick heat clenches as Connor's tongue refuses to let up, and he groans beneath me, the sound vibrating straight through my body.
“You feel that?” he pants. “She’s losing it.”
He lifts his head just enough to breathe, lips slick and swollen. His hands tighten on my thighs to keep me right where I am.
“She’s not the only one,” he adds roughly. “Look at him.”
I follow his gaze to where Theo’s now standing near the armchair, the hard outline in his jeans impossible to miss. His chest rises too fast, jaw locked like he’s holding something back with sheer force of will, and when his eyes meet mine, something snaps.
“Come here,” Beau growls.
It’s instinct, I think; pure alpha command, heavy enough that it makes my stomach flip.
Theo doesn’t move right away.
For a second, I think he won’t.
He swallows hard, shoulders tight, like he’s arguing with himself internally—years of control crashing headlong into want.
Then he exhales slowly, and crosses the room.
I glance up at him from where I continue to hover over Connor’s mouth as Beau’s slick cock falls out of my mouth with a wet pop. He’s incredibly hard, and it remains right there in front of my face, but I see it clearly now: the restraint fracturing behind Theo’s eyes.
He drops to his knees beside me, and Beau’s hand flexes in my hair as he looks down at us both. His blue eyes flash, something curious sparking there.
I feel it in the bond: the uncertainty, the desire, and the need to push. To assert his dominance in this situation.
“Help her,” he commands.
Theo nods once, right as Connor’s tongue circles my clit.
When he leans in close, it’s tentative. I watch with half-lidded eyes as his lips brush the base of Beau’s cock, his tongue flicking out in a brief, exploratory swipe over the spot I left wet.
I groan at the sight, ridiculously turned on and bucking against Connor’s mouth.
Beau jerks violently.
“Fuck.”
His voice cracks, surprise and pleasure tangling, and Theo freezes for half a heartbeat, his eyes flicking up to Beau’s face.
A silent check.
Beau’s grip on my hair tightens as his jaw clenches.
“She tastes good on you,” Theo murmurs, almost dazed, and I moan, my legs trembling as Connor’s tongue flattens against my entrance and pushes in deep, his groan filthy and approving.
“Keep riding my mouth, Omega,” Connor growls into me. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I don’t. I won’t.
Theo and I fall into a rough, unpracticed rhythm, our mouths brushing as we trade space. I keep taking Beau's cock deep, my tongue swirling around the thick head while Theo hovers.
Beau loses it.
His hips jerk forward, a low snarl tearing from his chest as his hand fists harder in my hair.
“You—fuck—” he groans. “You’re going to make me come like this.”
Connor pulls his mouth away from my cunt just long enough to speak, breath hot and wrecked.
“Let him,” he pants. “He needs it. Alpha like him’s been wound way too tight for years.”
Then his mouth slides lower.
I cry out around Beau as Connor’s tongue presses deliberately into my ass, slow and obscene, his groan vibrating against me as he laps there without mercy. His hands spread my cheeks wider, keeping me firmly open as my body arches under the overload.
“Oh my god, Connor!”
“That’s it, Omega,” he grins, his voice a low growl. “Feel everything.”
The room spins: with Connor beneath me, relentless and filthy; Beau above me, shaking with control unraveling; and Theo beside me, breathing hard like he can’t quite believe he’s allowed to be here, I’m right at my breaking point.
Theo’s cheek brushes mine as he groans softly, voice low and wrecked.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” I gasp, pulling back just enough to breathe.
Beau lets out a dark, broken laugh.
“She wants all of it,” he mutters. “Our greedy fucking Omega.”
Connor hums approvingly into me, and I don’t deny it.
I just come with a loud, violent cry.