Chapter 20 Isaac #2
As if he’d only been waiting for the command, Alpha’s eyes roll back, and he shouts. His taut abdominals clench hard as hot fluid coats Isaac’s hands. As he’d imagined, it covers Isaac’s belly and hard cock, dripping down between his legs.
“Oh god, oh god,” Elias moans, but he doesn’t let up the tight squeezing pressure around that massive knot.
Alpha comes again, with a moan pulled from deep in his chest, his eyes locked on Isaac, who is licking the fluid from his fingers. It’s musky and fresh like cold winter. Isaac thinks he’s already addicted.
When Alpha finally falls backward onto the bed, he pulls Isaac down with him and catches Elias’s wrist. In moments, they’re lying as they had been when Isaac woke up.
His cock is aching, and his hole is clenching on nothing.
What he wouldn’t give for three of Elias’s fingers to ease the ache.
But surprisingly, smelling like his Alpha’s come does a lot to ease his wolf.
Gone is the haunting pain of rejection. He can smell that he’s wanted—that he brought his Alpha pleasure.
His head is clearing a bit, too. He can smell Elias’s lemon-tea come. His mate came when Connall did. His cheeks are a pretty pink, flushed with both satisfaction and embarrassment.
Alpha presses his nose into Elias’s hair, snuffling as if he’s looking for the scent of his mate’s satisfaction. Elias stays perfectly still, even though Isaac knows he’d usually bat post orgasm affection away.
“Was it good, Eli?” Isaac whispers, running his finger over Elias’s lower lip. “Taste.”
Elias sucks Isaac’s finger in his mouth, licking the digit, as if he can taste every drop of their Alpha’s come.
The suction goes right to Isaac’s dick, and he grinds it against Alpha’s side.
A big hand travels down his back, and the heat of that palm sends bolts of pleasure and anticipation to his burning belly. It squeezes his ass cheek, and a single finger teases his crack.
Alpha whispers, “Okay, Izzy?”
“Please.”
Alpha’s finger gathers Isaac’s slick and circles his hole.
Isaac tilts his hips back, but that means he loses pressure on his dick. He whines, shifting back and forth until Alpha slips a single finger in all the way. The only sound in the room is their heavy breathing and the squelch of slick.
“Eli, help.”
His mate knows exactly what he needs. A smooth palm gathers slick from the inside of Isaac’s thigh before sliding wetly over his cock.
The scent of his own arousal is layered with the release of his mates in his nose, and when Alpha adds a second finger, Elias tightens his grip just beneath the head of his dick.
Just like that, he catapults into the best orgasm of his short, miraculous life.
His “Alpha! Eli!” is loud in the small space, but Isaac hardly cares. His inner walls are contracting so hard his belly aches, and his claws add scratches to Alpha’s stomach and Elias’s wrist.
“That’s it, lovely. So perfect,” is whispered into the top of his head. He tries to move his hand, but Isaac isn’t ready for him to go.
“Stay,” Isaac begs quietly.
Alpha doesn’t move, even though his cock is rock hard again in Isaac’s periphery and his heart pounds a quick rhythm under his temple.
While he catches his breath, he meets Elias’s gaze across Alpha’s belly. This is what they’ve talked about so often—in those post-pleasure-filled moments, in the quiet ones after Isaac’s heats, when they dreamed about something bigger than themselves. This is what it means to be pack.
Several minutes pass, and Isaac could almost fall asleep again.
Loud footsteps sound outside the curtain, as if someone is deliberately announcing their approach. Dr. Merritt doesn’t open the curtain this time, but stops outside, his sensible loafers shifting awkwardly from side to side.
“There are three sets of scrubs in the staff shower room down the hall to your left, five doors down.” An elegant hand creeps around the edge of the curtain.
“I’ll just leave these sheets here. The med bays are empty, and I’ll be charting in the waiting room for the next ten minutes, if you’d like to head that way.
I hate to rush you, but we’re expecting a Were transfer from the Human facility in twenty minutes. ”
The normally quiet ER is about to get busy, and Isaac’s mates smelled like pack and home—something that wasn’t for anyone else. Isaac likes the handsome but awkward doctor a bit more for understanding that, despite his interruption.
Alpha slips his fingers free, and the ache returns in full force. “Thank you, Doctor. We’ll head that way as soon as I hear the door close.” He’s being respectful, but his narrowed eyes and frown mean Isaac isn’t the only one feeling territorial.
“Certainly. There is a staff shift change in the next hour as well, and the shower room is going to be busy.”
There goes the idea of a nice long shower with Isaac on his knees for his mates, then. Dammit.
“I appreciate the heads up.”
“I’ll see you before you go.” The doctor walks loudly toward the doors, and the button snaps.
When the door closes, Elias slides to his feet beside the bed, slipping on his shoes.
He’s gathering the sheets Dr. Merritt had left on the edge of the sink.
He places two on the edge of the soiled bed before wrapping one around Isaac’s shoulders.
Before he can take a step, he’s being lifted and carried. Elias opens the curtain and leads the way out of the ER toward the staff shower room.
It’s well-appointed with several stalls. Alpha wastes no time in choosing a cubicle and turning on the hot water. There are complimentary unscented toiletries, but Isaac’s wolf is balking.
“Iz?” Elias asks. He is standing in his sensible boxers, waiting for Isaac to get in so he can help steady him.
“I don’t want to,” he whispers. He knows he has to, but his wolf does not want to wash his Alpha’s scent off. The thought makes him want to panic, and his breath comes quicker, spots flashing behind his eyes.
His alpha must be smart because he seems to understand right away. “It’s okay, lovely. Let Alpha help, okay? You get in, Eli, and you can steady him. Then I’ll get in, too.”
“It’ll be a tight fit,” Isaac says, hating that he’s arguing against such a brilliant idea.
“We’ll be nice and close, how’s that?”
Perfect. Excellent. Exactly what his wolf needs.
Elias drops his boxers, his cheeks pink, and the flush creeping down his throat. He’s always so self-conscious. Soft in all the best places, Elias’s body is the perfect example of comfort and welcome. Wider hips, soft belly, and a smooth, pale chest.
“So pretty, Little Mouse,” Alpha murmurs, as he takes a moment to admire what has just been Isaac’s for five years. He skims a nipple and then caresses the divot that is Elias’s navel.
His moan nearly derails Isaac’s mental estimation of their remaining twenty minutes.
He drops the sheet and steps past Alpha into the hot water.
Turning, he watches Alpha undo his cufflinks and place them gently on the bench.
His shirt falls to the floor, and his half-zipped pants are next, leaving him in his sexy black boxer briefs and—
“Are those otters on your socks?” Isaac can’t keep the surprise out of his voice.
Faced with the obvious, he can’t deny it, but he looks like he’d like to.
“Obviously.” His ears go red, and he watches them for their reaction, shoulders tense and his mouth tight.
“I like them. I have some with wieners,” Isaac says.
“They’re dicks, Izzy.”
Alpha smiles. It’s small, but it lights his blue eyes up, and when Isaac had thought he’d been happy to have his Alpha’s come, this smile makes him feel even better.
“Time is ticking, you two. Let’s get cleaned up and hear what the doctor has to say.”
He drops his boxers to the floor, and for a second, he’s wearing just the socks.
Isaac wants that picture in his head forever.
Broad shoulders and a thick chest covered in Isaac’s marks.
His biceps aren’t overly bulky, but if Isaac had to guess, he spends his time in the gym sparring.
Regardless, they’re big for a guy who dresses like he sits behind a desk.
Isaac’s marks continue down over a very impressive eight-pack.
It’s decorated with a happy trail of dark hair that frames his heavy cock, still semi-erect and with a knot that makes Isaac’s hole clench with anticipation.
A stream of slick follows, slipping down the inside of his thigh.
Elias tilts backward into the back wall of the shower with a thud. “Fuck me,” he whispers. “You gotta dial it back, Izzy, or you’re going to take us all down. I don’t think we want the Doc in here for head injuries.”
He hadn’t realized it, but a deep, luring purr was filling the space, and his key-lime pie scent was sweet enough to make his own mouth water.
Shaking it off, Isaac runs his hands over his body, clearing away most of the blood and antiseptic from the day.
Connall reaches for the soap, and before Isaac can stop himself, he slaps his hand away. “No. No soap.”
Alpha grimaces, but he doesn’t say anything when he steps in.
“Sorry, but…it helps when you smell like me a little? And we smell like you?”
Blink, blink, blink.
With a groan, Alpha’s big cock pokes into Isaac’s side, and both he and Elias are held tight against his chest. They let the water flow over them without soap, Elias occasionally running his hands over their backs—and judging by Alpha’s wide eyes—down between his cheeks.
“We should go,” Alpha murmurs into Elias’s temple, and he follows it with a kiss.
He does the same to Isaac and steps out of the shower, drying off with a huge white towel that smells vaguely of bleach.
Isaac hates to see his marks covered, wants to rip the offending towel off, and stomp it into the wet tile.