Life is so Fucking Good
Dakota
Life’s pretty damn amazing right now.
Skyla finally let Knox back into her nest last night.
It took over a week of subtle groveling, quiet apologies, and Knox looking like a kicked puppy, but she finally gave in.
I’m still not sure if she fully forgives the pack alpha, but she seemed pretty happy last night while Knox devoured her pussy.
Afterward, we all slept hard. Warm, tangled, completely blissed out. Skyla curled right in the middle, head on Knox’s chest, my arm slung over her waist, Alex snoring somewhere near her feet, and Tadeo mumbling about the general ledger not balancing in his sleep. It was perfection.
Our little pack finally feels right.
It’s like the world has finally stopped spinning long enough for us to catch our breath.
And watching Skyla this morning—kissing Knox and Tadeo on their cheeks as they head out the door for work—yeah, I could stay like this forever.
“All right,” Alex plops down into the recliner with a groan, stretching his long legs out like he finished a long day at work, and didn't just roll out of bed. “What’s the plan for today?”
I glance up from my phone. “I’m thinking I’ll go for a run,” I say as I bring up the workout app on my phone. I hit six miles yesterday. I’m hoping for seven today. “You two want to come?”
Skyla, sitting tucked in her portable nest, immediately makes a dramatic gagging sound. “Why would anyone choose to run?”
Alex snorts. “You live with three alphas and a hyperactive beta, sweetheart. You should probably get used to us doing dumb physical shit for fun.”
She narrows her eyes at him, that tiny spark of playfulness dancing there, and my chest goes warm. It’s nice, seeing her like this—teasing, comfortable.
“Still gross,” she says, lifting her mug of tea and hiding her smile behind it.
I can’t help laughing as I stretch my arms over my head. “Your loss,” I say, grinning at Skyla. “Try not to miss this gorgeous face too much while I’m gone.”
She blows me a kiss, and Alex mutters something about me not tripping over my own ego. I flip him off over my shoulder as I head down the hall toward the room I technically share with Tadeo—even though neither of us has actually slept in here for days.
The room’s neat, just the way he likes it. Bed made, laundry folded, boots lined up like soldiers along the wall. The air still smells faintly of the alpha’s coconut aroma. It makes my chest go soft for a second before I shake it off and pull open my drawer.
Running shorts. Tank top. Shoes that are getting a little too worn on the soles, and a hoodie. It’s getting cold these days.
I strip out of my boxers, but I pause in front of the mirror, catching my reflection in the morning light.
My abs are a little softer than I’d like—probably all the late-night snacks and pack dinners—but my arms still look solid and my legs are strong.
The weights in the garage help, but it’s not the same as the gym.
I sigh, frustrated, raking a hand through my hair.
It’s kind of hard to stay shredded when you’re a stay-at-home beta who spends most of his days snuggling, entertaining, and staring at the most beautiful girl on earth.
It isn’t easy having a perfect life.
I get dressed, shoes laced, then head out.
By the time I hit the hallway again, the house is quiet except for the faint hum of the heater and the unmistakable sound of kissing.
It’s soft at first. Wet. Rhythmic.
I slow down before I even round the corner. And sure enough, when I step into the living room, there they are.
Skyla’s in Alex’s lap on the recliner, her sweet body melted against his.
Her little hands rest against his bare chest, fingers splayed over muscle and scars, while his arm is looped lazily around her waist. The recliner rocks slightly with the movement, their mouths fused together in a way that makes my throat go tight.
Alex breaks for air, his lips curving up against hers, and she lets out the softest sound—half breath, half hum. She looks so fucking happy.
For a moment, I stand there, headphones in hand, trying to decide if I should join in or quietly sneak out.
Alex pulls back just enough to smirk, his mouth still hovering dangerously close to Skyla’s. “You just gonna stand there and watch, or you planning to join in?”
I don’t even think. I kick my shoes off, toss my headphones somewhere behind me, then I vault over the back of the couch. The cushions dip under my weight as I land, momentum carrying me straight toward the recliner—straight toward them.
Skyla laughs, then shifts, scooting to make room on Alex’s lap. “There,” she says as she pats Alex’s leg, her hand dangerously close to the thick erection tucked in his shorts.
“Oh, yes,” Alex hums, licking his lips. “Sit right there.” He glances down at his cock, then back at me, teasing, but I’m too turned on to care.
It’s a tight fit—me half on Alex’s leg, half on the arm of the chair—but the heat of my two sexy packmates feels too good. I lean in without thinking, catching Skyla’s mouth first. Her lips are soft and warm against mine, her small hand coming up to rest against my chest.
The recliner rocks beneath us, creaking in protest, but none of us move away.
Alex’s low, satisfied growl vibrates through my chest. His fingers catch the hem of my shirt, tugging playfully.
I break the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head, my breath already coming hard.
Skyla’s eyes flicker down, over my chest, abs, and tented shorts.
She licks her lips, and my cock twitches.
Before I can stop myself, my mouth crashes against hers again, kissing the life out of her, taking it deeper. Her soft sounds vibrate against my mouth, her fingers trembling against my bare skin. The air feels too thick to breathe, the heat between us pulling tight.
Alex’s hands are everywhere—trailing down my back, over my clothed cock, up Skyla’s stomach, palming her perfect tits.
The weight gain is definitely worth staying home.
“I need both of you,” Alex growls, ripping Skyla’s fitted shirt over her head, then reaching for the waistband of her leggings. She pants, breathless as I stand, taking off my shorts.
But before I can ask if they want to go back to Skyla’s nest, her soft mouth opens and her lips wrap around my cock. Swift pleasure makes my toes curl and my head fall back, as she strokes my shaft in time with her mouth, sucking me deep, then leaning back, over and over again.
“That’s right, omega,” Alex shifts, making the chair groan. “Swallow that cock.”
Curious, I open my eyes, watching as Alex tugs his shorts down his legs, freeing that big, beautiful alpha cock. It juts straight up in the air, his balls hanging heavy. Then he grabs Skyla’s hips, positioning her so she’s facing away from him, and settles her onto his lap.
He must have entered her, because her breath catches, then she moans loudly around my shaft. Skyla circles her hips, and Alex’s eyes roll into the back of his head.
Skyla licks and sucks, spit covering her lips and dripping down her chin.
“Goddammit, Sky,” I moan. “That sweet little mouth is so fucking good.” I gather her hair up, fisting it.
Then I pull her closer, forcing her to take me deeper.
I take my time, rocking my hips into her face, not letting her pull back until her nose hits my groin.
Her eyes water as they shimmer up at me.
“Such a good little cocksucker,” Alex praises our omega as he reaches around her, pinching one nipple, then the other. He moves her up and down, fucking himself with her sweet body.
“I need to eat this pussy.” Alex grips Skyla under her arms and lifts, pulling her off my cock and his at the same time.
I pout when cool air hits my balls.
Alex leans back in the recliner, forcing it to flatten as much as the worn springs will allow. Then he pulls Skyla up, forcing her to straddle his face with her knees on his shoulders. Her hands fly out, gripping his chest as a very girly giggle bubbles from her throat.
“Beta.” Alex barks as he holds Skyla’s hips, then pushes his face against the apex of the omega’s thighs. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I move instinctively, climbing into Alex’s lap. The recliner creaks under us, protesting, but no one gives a shit.
Alex is solid beneath me, every muscle tense with restraint as I plant my feet on either side of his hips.
Once I’m in place, I grip the base of his cock, then settle into a deep squat.
My hands tremble with excitement as I line my alpha up with my hole, then I let the first inch push in.
Thankfully, we don't need lube. Not with the river of slick coating his shaft.
Moving slowly, I work myself down, taking Alex’s big dick one inch at a time. I’d love to just slam down, taking him deep inside me in one thrust, but I did that once with Tadeo and found out fast, my body needs time to adjust. I’m not an omega.
Skyla’s soft voice cuts through the haze. “Kiss me,” she breathes, reaching for me. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips parted in invitation, her body trembling with energy that feels alive in the air itself.
I lean in, catching her mouth in a kiss that steals the breath right out of my chest. Everything blends—the taste of her, the feel of his cock inside me, the sound of the chair creaking beneath us. It’s too much, too good.
“Give me that slick,” Alex growls, his voice low and rough, as Skyla’s fingers tighten sharply in my hair, pulling harder. The movement draws a ragged sound out of me, half surprise, half need.
Alex’s control frays fast when Skyla lets out a beautiful moan. The sound that leaves the alpha is more growl than breath, rough and raw. He begins to thrust up into me, hard and fast, bouncing me on his length like a fucking rag doll.
My cock slaps against the alpha’s firm stomach, smearing precum everywhere. “Oh, god.” I break my kiss with Sky, but her fingers stay twisted in my hair.
The air feels heavy, thick with heat and scent and the echo of Alex’s feral thrusts pounding through the whole room.
Skyla arches her back, sticking her little tits out toward me.
I lean forward, using Alex’s chest for leverage, then suck one of her soft mounds deep in my mouth.
The sounds that she makes turn sharp and breathless, like every touch is hitting every nerve in her body.
For a moment, it’s chaos and rhythm all at once—our breathing tangled, our movements synced in something primal and wordless.
“Don’t stop,” Skyla begs. “Please! I’m almost—” A wild cry of pleasure erupts from Skyla’s throat right as Alex’s cock slams into my prostate.
My whole body tenses as heat builds slowly in my balls, creeping higher and higher. “Fuck,” I grunt as I lean back, trying to steady my breath, but I’m so dizzy.
Skyla looks so fucking pretty. Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted. Twin lines crease between her brows, and her cheeks flush pink.
She’s close. I can smell it.
“That’s right, Sky,” I whisper ever so softly, despite the solid cock carving a path through my body. “Come for your alpha.” She opens her eyes, peeking up at me through her lashes. I nod once, giving her permission. She nods back—small and shaky—like she’s lost in the feel of Alex’s tongue.
And then she comes, like the good girl she is.
Her head tips back as slick pours down Alex’s chin, trickling down his throat. The sight of her falling apart on his face completely does me in, and my cock twitches.
Pleasure rips through me in a wave that leaves my breath caught somewhere between a groan and a gasp. Cum erupts from my cock, splashing across Alex’s chest, splattering on Skyla’s thighs and belly.
Two more thrusts and Alex’s body tenses beneath me, both of us lost to the same wild pulse, the air thick and trembling around us. His cock pulses inside me, then heat floods my ass.
Looking down, I imagine my stomach puffing out with all the fluid he’s pumping into me. It isn’t actually, but I love the idea of being so full of my alpha it physically changes me.
“Are you okay?” Skyla lifts her ass up, shifting her weight to her knees. “Can you breathe?” She looks between her legs at Alex’s blissed-out expression.
“For a minute there, I thought I was going to suffocate in your pussy.” Alex smiles like it was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. “It was amazing.”
Skyla giggles again softly. Then she turns toward me, cupping my cheek. Her thumb brushes softly over my skin, her gaze warm and steady. “Are you still going on that run?”
I huff out a laugh. “Nah. Who needs cardio when I’ve got you two for resistance training?”
Alex snorts, making his cock jerk inside my ass.
I hiss, then try to shift, but the recliner groans loudly under our combined weight. The old thing creaks in protest, metal grinding somewhere deep in its joints.
“Uh,” I freeze, glancing down, “that doesn’t sound—”
A sharp pop cuts me off. Then another.
Before any of us can move, the back of the recliner snaps clean off, then one of the arms falls away. We all go tumbling—legs and arms flying—straight onto the floor in a heap.
The room is dead silent. Then Alex groans from somewhere underneath me. “Everyone okay?”
Skyla wheezes out a stifled laugh, hair in her face. “I think so.”
When it’s clear no one’s broken anything, Alex loses it. His laugh bursts out, loud and helpless, and I join in. Skyla giggles against my shoulder, her small hand clutching at my arm.
After a few minutes, I collect myself, then slowly sit, checking out the damage. The chair is totally wrecked, lying on the floor in three separate pieces. “How pissed do you think Knox is gonna be when he finds out we murdered his recliner?”
Alex props himself up on one elbow, grinning like a wolf caught in the henhouse. “He’s still groveling, remember? As long as we say Sky did it, we’ll be fine.”
Skyla gasps, smacking his arm. “That’s horrible!”
Alex only laughs harder, rubbing the spot with an exaggerated wince.
“I can’t take advantage of him like that,” Sky says, trying to sound firm but failing miserably. Her mouth twitches at the corners, betraying her. “He’s already having a hard day.”
I tilt my head, dying to know what his emotions feel like in her head. “Is he pissed?”
“No,” she shakes her head gently, “Just…tense.” She nods when she settles on a word.
“He’s tense all the time.” Alex snorts loudly. “Come on,” he leans into her side, that sexy smile working overtime, “This one time.”
Skyla frowns as both Alex and I give her matching pleading looks—little pouts with puppy-dog eyes.
Finally, the omega groans, huffing out a resigned sigh. “Fine. You can tell him it was my fault.” Then she jabs a finger at us both. “But that’s it. No more torturing Knox.”
“Deal,” Alex says instantly.
“Scout’s honor,” I add, crossing my heart.
“Alright, my sexy mates.” Alex slowly shifts to stand. “Let's see how many naked people we can cram into that shower.”