Chapter 24 Quinn #3
He grinds helplessly against Quinn’s thigh, as Elias fucks his fingers in hard. His whole body locks up, trembling, and then he’s coming. A sobbing moan rips from his throat as he spills across Quinn’s jeans, marking them in thick, sweet-smelling streaks.
His voice cracks on a whimper as he keeps moving, oversensitive and desperate.
Quinn is still rock hard, and Elias must be, too. Elias is flushed and glassy-eyed, mouth parted as he gasps for breath. He presses in closer, grinding against Quinn like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.
“Need it,” Elias whispers. “Please, alpha.”
Quinn doesn’t even clock the moment someone pops his zipper.
Just feels Isaac’s hand—slick and smelling of sweet key lime sugar—slide in and wrap around his cock.
Then Elias’s cock presses up against his, silky and hot.
He glances down, breath catching as Isaac strokes them both together, slow and filthy.
A beat later, Kaian’s hand joins in. Isaac guides him, showing him how to grip, how to press them tight, how to stroke in sync.
He’s leaking so much that the sound is obscene, adding to the gasping breaths and hums of encouragement. The rhythm turns brutal fast.
“Fuck, it’s so good,” Quinn groans, watching their hands move in tandem.
Isaac sinks to his knees, still working both cocks in his slick fist, dragging them together. Kaian drops beside him, his other hand braced against Isaac’s thigh, steadying them both as they stroke with enthusiasm.
“Fuck, want it—” Isaac pants, staring up at them like they’re something holy. “Come on me. In my mouth. Need to taste you together.”
Kaian makes a choked sound, half-strangled with need, eyes wide and lips parted like he’s trying to breathe them in. He leans in, kisses the side of Isaac’s throat, and whispers something Quinn can’t hear—but the effect is electric.
Elias whimpers. Seizing up with a cry, he comes, cock spurting between Isaac’s fingers, and the sight of it punches straight through Quinn.
Seconds later, he follows, hips snapping forward as a guttural growl tears from his chest. The orgasm hits hard and hot, sharp enough to blur the edges of the room, and his come spills across Isaac’s lips and chin in thick, heated streaks.
Moaning like it’s divine, Isaac lets his eyes flutter closed as Kaian licks at their combined mess, tongue shy and reverent. He gathers the come with slow, tentative swipes and kisses it into Isaac’s waiting mouth—back and forth they go, greedy, like they’re savoring something sacred.
Quinn is trembling, oversensitive, heart hammering. Elias slumps against his side, flushed and wrecked, breath hitching in his throat.
Kaian’s hand is still wrapped around the base of his cock, over his knot. He might not know what it’s for, but the second he squeezes, Quinn wants to double over and beg him not to stop. Eyes glazed with awe, Kaian whispers, “Yeah…?”
It doesn’t take long. Quinn comes a second time with a low growl, hips jerking, biting down on Elias’s shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks in his heavy hoodie.
He wants to push it out of the way and bind them together forever.
Elias follows a second time, his whole body seizing, lips crushed against Quinn’s throat.
He doesn’t bite down either, and Quinn’s wolf howls.
Their hands don’t stop as they stroke both cocks together, slow and brutal, dragging every last twitch from oversensitive skin. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
Quinn gasps, hips twitching, as Elias’s hand slides behind his head, dragging him in for one final kiss. He collapses in Elias’s arms against the counter, gasping. Kaian and Isaac squeeze in behind. The kitchen smells like slick, come, and scorched tomato sauce.
No one speaks for a moment. There’s only the thud of four heartbeats and the sound of Elias’s ragged breath against his ear.
Wait…
“Shit!”
Elias fights his way out of their post-orgasmic cuddle puddle, tripping on the scrubs around his ankles. He lifts the pot with the simmering sauce off the burner. “Still good. Thank fuck.”
Isaac drops to the floor beside Kaian, pulling his scrubs halfway up before giving up. “I’ll clean up. Later. Maybe.” He nudges Kaian’s foot with his own, and Kaian smiles like the sun.
“Bébé, you okay?” Quinn murmurs, running a hand over his head.
Kaian shifts, leans back against Quinn’s leg, boneless and satisfied. He looks up, dazed. “Warm,” he says. “Want to stay here.”
Isaac laughs. “Here? Like on the floor?”
“Mmhm.”
He’s subby-soft, blissed out. Sated in a way that makes Quinn’s gut clench with something possessive and deeply fucking tender. Quinn’s wolf preens, proud they’ve pleased their mates—even if none of them bear his mark.
He watches Elias wash his hands, moving around the kitchen, plating boxed pasta and garlic bread like he’s feeding kings. The sauce is scorched, the pasta is from a box, and the bread is frozen store-brand. But he’s glowing, pleased with himself, loose-limbed and humming under his breath.
“Okay, everyone wash up. Let’s eat.” Elias sets three bowls on the breakfast bar, folded paper towels under forks, and cold glasses of water.
Isaac hums appreciatively. “Looks amazing, baby.”
Elias shrugs, but he’s smiling. “It’s not as good as it could be with some fresh ingredients…”
“It’s perfect,” Isaac says, already digging in.
Quinn keeps a hand on Kaian’s hip and nudges him toward the counter. “C’mon, bébé. Let’s eat.”
They all settle at the barstools, with Elias standing on the other side. Kaian curls into Quinn’s side without hesitation, and when he doesn’t pick up his fork, Quinn feeds him two pieces of rotini before wrapping his mate’s limp fingers around the fork.
“Eat, then we can get cleaned up, okay?” Quinn’s surprised by the warmth that swells in his chest. Something about feeding his mate, about looking after him like this, settles something deep inside him.
Like his wolf knew—without being told—that Kaian had spent too long with people snatching food out of his mouth, making him fight for scraps.
That he’s always had to fend for himself.
But not as long as Quinn’s around.
Isaac eats like a man possessed, shoveling pasta into his mouth with blissed-out abandon. Elias perches nearby, not eating—just watching. Like seeing them enjoy it is the best part.
His gaze lands on Quinn, warm and expectant, and it’s enough to push him to take his own advice. One bite—and Quinn’s eyes go wide. The burst of tomato and spice on his tongue is nothing short of alchemy. No way a handful of cans and dried herbs should taste this good.
“Holy shit,” he says around a mouthful. “This is incredible.”
Elias flushes, shifting side to side like he’s not sure where to put the praise.
Then they hear it. Quinn doesn’t turn around to watch as the side door opens before sliding shut. Heavy boots step on the porch. It’s Soren running to soothe a man who wouldn’t cross the damn street for him.
That ugly thing in Quinn’s chest flares again. The same hollowed-out ache he’s been carrying since Soren rolled out of his bed—or from that first time almost a year ago. He clenches his jaw, forces the feeling down where it can’t spoil the taste of Elias’s cooking or Kaian’s soft breathing.
Kaian stirs beside him. “Quinn?”
“Hmm?”
Kaian leans against the counter, reaching for his water. “Can I ask something?”
“Course, bébé.”
Kaian glances between them. “Before, Izzy called you alpha, and he said that Connall is our Alpha. What did that mean, exactly?”
“It’s complicated.” Elias wipes his mouth with a napkin. “We call it secondary gender.”
“Alpha isn’t the only one, though, right?”
Quinn sees his brain coming online a bit faster now that he has food in him, and the afterglow is waning. He still smells satisfied, though, and that’s enough for Quinn. For now, anyway.
Isaac nods eagerly. “Quinn and Soren are alphas. Whereas Elias is a beta, and I’m omega.”
“You called Connall alpha, too, though. Before, when you presented me or whatever. Fuck, that sounds weird.”
“Not at all. Connall is a lowercase ‘a’ alpha. But he’s also our Pack Alpha.”
Quinn barely holds back the snort and the snide comment that Pack Alpha implies they’re a pack, because, despite that he’d accepted Kaian, they have a long way to go to get there. If they get there at all, but now doesn’t seem to be the time to bring it up.
“Ohhhh like a capital ‘A’, Alpha.” He sets his fork aside, wheels turning. Quinn wishes he could read his mind so he could know what has that frown on his face.
“Right, he’s our leader,” Isaac says with undisguised excitement.
“You’ve been together a long time? The three of you?
I know that Quinn and Soren are sort of—” he breaks off suddenly.
He’d been going to say “together,” but they aren’t, and despite appearances, in the Were world, there isn’t a “sort of” anything.
You either are together, bonded and mated, or you’re miserable.
“It sounds complicated. That there are three secondary genders implies they’re different from each other, right?”
Isaac rolls his eyes. “Yeah. There’s biology, and then there’s what society makes out of it.
Alphas tend to lead and are more dominant, sure, but not always.
Betas aren’t always neutral, even if people treat them that way.
And omegas, well… they’re not exactly soft.
It’s not a rule book—it’s more like a lens. ”
Kaian frowns thoughtfully. “So it’s like…some of it’s biology, but a lot of it’s like gender in general—kind of fluid, right?”
Quinn finally speaks. “Yeah. The world is changing, you know? We choose who we are. And I, for one, am not stuck in the role I’ve been assigned.”
“Fight the man!” Isaac says, offering his little fist for a bump.
Quinn’s returning it before he can stop himself, a smile on his lips.
“And packs? They’re polyamorous groups of Weres, right? Like all of you…us. Does it matter that I’m not Were?”
Elias finishes his pasta, loads it into what smells like a brand-new dishwasher. He clears Isaac’s plate too before asking with a raised eyebrow if Quinn is going to finish the now-cold meal.
With a shake of his head, Quinn nudges it toward him with a smile of gratitude.
Isaac finishes his water and collects their empty glasses, loading them beside his mate. They work together like they’ve been at it for years.
Elias presses the machine’s door shut and settles an arm around Isaac’s shoulders.
“Nope. More and more packs find Human mates. It’s tricky because Humans don’t know about us, and you do not want to tell an unsuspecting one about us either, or you will bring down a whole pile of hurt.
The Supernatural Police do not mess around with the Human-Were Alliance. ”
“Whoa. Like magic, right?”
“Exactly like magic,” Elias agrees.
Kaian eats the last bite off his plate. “That makes sense…thanks, Elias, that was really good. You’re super talented.”
Elias shivers like the praise dials into his libido with a cattle prod. Good to know.
“Packs are like you said. Usually, they’re a group of Weres who are romantically involved. They can grow to include children or other people the group includes. There are packs, and then there are Packs.”
“Is that more of the lowercase vs the uppercase P thing?”
“Yeah.” Elias nudges his hand gently. “There’s a lot to learn. But you’ve got time.”
Quinn looks at them and wonders if he has time, too. He drinks the last sip of water from his glass and tries not to feel like he’s already halfway gone.