Chapter 30
30
LANDON
Her taste lingers on my tongue like a tease from the devil himself.
I’m ten seconds away from taking her hand from where it’s playing with her pussy and licking her fingers clean.
Being on my knees has never felt as right as it does when I’m between hers.
Breasts hanging free, nipples hard and pink, she gapes up at Ronan, pleading with wild eyes.
My packmate drops a hand to her head and strokes her hair before knuckling her chin and tipping it back further.
Briar pulls frantically at the waistband of his jeans and briefs, another pained noise balling up in her throat.
I want to be the one to help her.
To please her the way I did just minutes ago.
It should have been enough.
An orgasm is always enough to help soothe an omega in pre-heat when their body is preparing them for the real thing.
Yet it wasn’t, and instead of giving her more, Ronan will do my job for me and make damn fucking sure I know it.
So why can’t I leave?
My cock pulses, knot swelling to the point of discomfort as Ronan thumbs her parted lips and slowly sinks it inside her mouth.
Briar sucks the digit, rosy lips sealed around it while his jeans fall to his knees.
She releases his thumb with a gasp and stares wide-eyed at his cock.
It’s got to be at least nine inches long and thick enough that she’ll struggle to fit it into her mouth, but I’d bet it’s not either of those things that have her so awestruck.
The black piercings running up and down the shaft are responsible for that.
“Like them?” Ronan asks, stroking her face and neck.
Briar moans, sliding her ass to the edge of the bench.
She brings the tip of one finger to touch the bottom rung of his Jacob’s ladder.
Ronan hisses, thrusting forward slightly.
“Do they hurt?” she whispers.
“No.”
Growing more confident, Briar leans into his groin and sticks her tongue out.
Ronan’s fingers curl in her hair when she brings the tip of it to the bottom rung.
“Count them with me, Petal.”
She moans, flattening her tongue before circling both metal balls.
“One.”
I swallow thickly and release a harsh breath.
There’s a burn in my chest as I watch them.
I’m not jealous. There’s no place for jealousy in a pack.
This is worse. It’s a soul-deep desire to join them that’s responsible for the inferno inside of me.
Every second that I reject what my body and instincts demand that I do makes my yearning stronger.
I fear the day I won’t be able to deny it anymore and my body gives out.
“Two,” Briar whispers, having slid her tongue up to the second set of piercings.
Ronan’s throat strains as he says, “Good girl.”
Our omega preens at the praise, her body shaking with a shiver.
The knot beneath her chin is as swollen as mine, and I watch with narrowed eyes when she wraps her hand around the bottom of it and squeezes.
Without realizing that I’ve grabbed myself, I feel the bulge of my knot beneath my palm and quickly replicate her squeezing movement.
I lose the breath in my throat and freeze, focusing on the mix of relief and pleasure.
“Keep going, Briar. Don’t get distracted now.”
Focusing back on them, I whisper a curse.
Briar’s abandoned his knot in exchange for taking his shaft into her hand.
Tongue lapping at the third rung of his ladder, she guides his cock toward her, the tip leaking so fiercely cum leaks down to pool on her tongue.
She pulls it into her mouth and moans, eyes closing.
“Three.”
“One more, Petal. One more and you can have more cum in your belly.”
It’s all she needs to hear.
When her tongue meets the fourth set of piercings, she moves so close to the edge of the bench her ass hangs off.
Sparks fill Ronan’s eyes as he steers her by the hair to take his tip into her mouth.
“That’s four. Now, take what you need, omega.”
In a blink, she sinks down the first few inches.
A gag fills the air before she shifts, a hand wrapping around Ronan to grab at his ass.
“Oh, shit,” he grunts, palming the back of her head.
I squeeze myself again, wetness building inside my underwear.
My balls ache, the weight of my knot nearly unbearable.
Briar sucks on the cock offered to her, gaining another inch every time she lowers her head.
Tears leak down her cheeks, and the wet sound of her mouth fills the air.
Ronan’s caramel scent is strong, trying to smother my vanilla.
Neither of us is any match for the sickly sweet lemon-sugar scent coming from Briar.
Each inhale makes me gush more, my knot expanding too big for its constraints.
Ronan knows it too. He tenses his jaw and glances at me while encouraging Briar to take him deeper, the third rung of his ladder disappearing into her mouth.
“You’re doing so good, Briar. I know what you need. My sweet little omega wasn’t satisfied with just an orgasm, was she? You need a belly full of your mate’s cum to soothe you. Landon just wasn’t up for the task.”
A feral noise builds in my chest and escapes before I can stop it.
The challenge bites at me as the vision of my omega choking on his cock burns my eyes.
It should be me feeding her what she needs.
Scent-matched pairs are said to have so many benefits that I forgot about this one.
I’ve spent so long refusing to believe that she could be mine— ours —that I let her needs escape me.
An alpha’s cum has substantial benefits to their omega during heat, providing not only comfort but hormones meant to soothe, heal, and give enough sustenance to keep energy levels up without needing to break for food.
I never thought she would need that already or that it would even work.
But if Ronan’s helps, then .
. . Fuck. No, I’m not going there right now.
Briar whimpers and rubs her thighs together.
I don’t need to look between them to know she’s soaked, slick dripping onto the floor.
The scent of it is everywhere, trying to coax me to join them.
“You’re gorgeous, Briar. I look at you and can’t believe you’re our omega. Never imagined you’d be here sucking my cock and needing me the way you are. The way I need you,” Ronan murmurs, dragging a hand to her throat, over the bulging muscle.
“Don’t stop. I’ll give you what you need. What only I can give you.”
It’s another dig.
“She needs to come,” I snap, gripping my shaft in a brutal grip.
“Does she?”
Briar makes a needy noise and buckles down, taking even more of Ronan’s cock into her throat.
She strokes what she can’t fit and traces nails along his knot, teasing him.
“I’m busy,” he adds when I don’t answer.
I roll my jaw, fully aware of what he’s doing but unable to help myself.
“Move her.”
“How?”
“Put her on her back.”
He smirks, knowing he’s got me hooked.
Even as he eases Briar from his dick and she cries out at the loss, he doesn’t hide his smugness.
“Don’t stop,” she slurs, shaking her head.
The dazed look in her eyes would be concerning if it weren’t for the heat spike.
It’ll only get worse when she’s in heat for real, and fuck me, I know I can’t be anywhere near her when that happens.
Ronan lifts her off the side of the bench, and she clings to him immediately, nuzzling her face in his neck.
He groans, and I watch as she sucks at his skin, tongue swirling.
“Smell so good,” she mumbles.
“My alpha.”
I watch Ronan when he inhales a deep breath and keeps his lips shut, a battle of wills being fought within his hard stare.
Unlike me, he’s battling his instincts but not refusing them entirely.
Just enough to keep from burying his teeth in her throat and marking her right here and now.
“We’ll take care of you, Petal.”
“I know,” she purrs.
Laying her lengthways on the bench, similar to how I had her earlier, Ronan pulls her along it until her head hangs off the edge.
She paws at him immediately, taking his cock back into her hand before kissing the tip and licking up the cum collecting there.
“Yeah, take it back down your throat, Briar. Nice and deep for me,” he instructs, reaching over her to palm one of her round tits.
The blushing pink nipple disappears beneath his palm as he squeezes the soft flesh and plucks at the other, making her writhe on the bench.
“Landon’s going to lick your pussy again, Petal. Be a good girl and spread your legs for him.”
I don’t ask how he knew I’d already tasted her.
Falling back to my knees is easy.
Briar parts her thighs, and I smooth my hands up the soft skin of her calves and knees.
When I reach her inner thighs, I slow, my palms growing slick.
“Fuck,” I spit.
Ronan stares at me.
“She’s wet, isn’t she?”
“Soaked. She’s dripping, Ro.”
I drape my torso over the bench, possessed by the sight of her swollen pussy and the way it shines in the gym light.
I’ve never loved lemon more than right now as I shove her dress the rest of the way up her stomach and draw a hot line up her lips with my tongue.
She tastes sweet, like temptation and sin and every fucking perfect thing in the world wrapped into one.
I trap her beneath my mouth and get to work.
Her cry is muffled by Ronan’s knot as he plows deep, her throat bulging.
She takes my two fingers easily, already stretched out and so wet I doubt I’d find much resistance if she were still as tight as earlier.
“Tell me how she tastes,” Ronan barks.
There’s a feral edge to him now that I’ve only seen a handful of times on the ice after a fight.
With one hand buried in his hair and the other alternating between pinching and tugging our omega’s nipples, he grinds his teeth and struggles to control his breathing.
I move my mouth to her entrance and lap at her slick, teasing him but also trying to satiate my own needs.
Every fibre of my being begs to get as much of her as possible.
Fuck her. Knot her. Bite her.
Make her mine.
Every demand plays on repeat in my mind.
“She tastes like ours, Ronan. Sweet as sugar but with lingering lemon. Perfection.”
“Fuck yeah, she does.”
Briar humps my mouth, twisting and rolling her hips as I bring my tongue to her clit and flick it with a quick pace.
My fingers are soaked as I drive them into her faster, working every inch of her in the hope of making her come.
Ronan tenses, his thrusts gaining in intensity.
Briar jerks in time with his movements, bringing her onto my mouth at a pace that twists my thoughts.
“Gonna come, Petal. Keep sucking just like that and I’ll fill you full of it,” Ronan warns.
I bring a hand between my legs and cup my cock, massaging my knot as Briar tightens around my fingers.
She bucks against my tongue, and I growl, feeling her pleasure as if it’s my own.
Tingles break out up and down my spine as I squeeze my knot and gasp.
Ronan pushes inside one last time before stalling and jerking into her mouth.
“Swallow, baby.”
I scrape my teeth over Briar’s clit as Ronan comes, pushing her over the edge.
She gushes onto my face and cries around the mouthful of cum he’s giving her, forcing some to leak from her lips.
Another squeeze of my cock has me joining them.
I press my mouth to Briar’s pussy, silencing myself as I throb in my briefs, coating them in cum that I wish was joining Ronan’s.
My entire body flushes as I give in to the sensation, feeling more alive than I have in weeks.
“That’s it, Petal. That’s it.”
Ronan pulls free of Briar’s mouth and immediately drops to his haunches.
He strokes her face, over her pink cheeks and swollen lips, still wet with his cum.
She closes her eyes, inhaling heavily, chest rising faster than normal but her scent dulling.
Knowing that she’s okay now, I back up, removing myself from her entirely.
A gnawing in my gut has me hesitating to leave, but I push past it, knowing damn well if I don’t leave now, I won’t at all.
And fuck, these two are in their own world.
I refuse to hang around to watch them fall further in love while knowing I won’t ever get there with her.
My steps are near silent as I creep away from them, a pit of emptiness growing in my chest.
“Landon,” Briar whispers, stopping me.
“Thank you.”
I straighten my shoulders, evening out my expression as her appreciation strikes me deeper than I imagined it could.
There’s nothing that I can say right now that won’t betray me, so I stay silent, nodding once instead.
Ronan meets my gaze, tilting his head slightly.
I don’t know what happened and what it means.
All I do know is that I need to be alone somewhere I won’t be reminded of her everywhere I turn and with every breath I take.
So, I turn and leave before either of them can try and convince me to stay.