Chapter 27 Soren #2
“Come again, Izzy,” Connall’s voice is raw, as if he’d been screaming for hours instead of biting his tongue. “Want to see you come too, Little Mouse.”
Fucking in harder, Soren feels Elias’s throat close around the head of his dick. Elias can’t stop gagging, and his face is covered with a mix of tears, snot, and spit. He looks ruined, desperate…and so fucking pretty.
“You’re gonna make me come again, Eli,” Soren growls, voice low and wrecked.
“Right down your throat. Gonna fill you up.” His free hand slides down Elias’s flushed chest, fingers seeking the soft curve until he finds a pebbled nipple.
He pinches hard, rolling it between his fingers until Elias whines around his cock, whole body trembling through a hands-free orgasm.
“Yes, so good. So pretty. Fuck, look at you.” The words make Elias shiver again, tear-wet eyes on Soren’s, glazed over and still burning with hunger. “They’re watching you. Your alpha and your mate. Wait, don’t pull off. Just hold me for a minute. Don’t want to come yet.”
It does the trick, and Elias quakes with aftershocks and unbanked desire. Soren’s wolf is angry at the thought they won’t be knotting their beta’s mouth, but Soren has a better idea.
Connall and Isaac need to come again, too, and he wants them to try again together.
“Pinch my leg if it’s too much, yeah?”
Soren pulls off his shirt, and both Connall and Isaac inhale sharply.
Soren can’t spare a second to wonder why.
He leans back onto his hands and lets Elias scramble up between them, Soren’s hard cock still leaking on his tongue.
Tiny flickering licks and strong sucks keep Soren balanced on the edge.
“Let me hold you up,” Soren drops his voice down into its lower register. It’s not as low as Quinn’s, but Elias and Isaac seem to like it just fine as they moan in tandem. “I want you to let Isaac and Alpha see your pretty hole. Can you do that? I’ll fuck your mouth. Two taps for yes.”
Soren is hardly done talking when Elias lets go of Soren’s knot. Sucking hard, he pitches forward before Soren can get his hands around his mate’s head.
Bright eyes burning into Soren’s, and red mouth stretched around Soren’s cock. His hands reach back, both hands pulling his beautiful ass cheeks apart.
“Eli,” Isaac slurs, eyes blown wide and unfocused, his voice wrecked with awe.
“You’re so fucking pretty like that. Is alpha fucking you so good?
” His tiny dick twitches uselessly, oversensitive and aching, leaking against his belly as he watches.
Connall must be pressed up tight against his prostate.
“Touch him, Con,” Soren orders, punctuating it with a brutal upward thrust that knocks the breath clean out of Elias’s lungs.
Connall doesn’t hesitate. His big hand closes around Isaac’s cock, swallowing it whole, and Isaac breaks instantly, a sharp cry punched out of him as he convulses from the contact.
Elias is whimpering, and Soren pulls on the soft curls. “Can you come again—like this?”
“No, he’s too far gone, he’ll need—” Isaac breaks off, wiggling as he pulls up a bit, but he’s knotted tight. “Alpha,” he pants, “help Eli.”
Connall wraps a heavy arm around Isaac’s waist and drops onto his knees, careful despite the rut burning through him, bringing them down onto the mattress together.
The shift in position drags a low, involuntary sound out of Isaac as his body settles, stretched and held fast. It gets them close enough that Isaac can reach Elias’s hole with his mouth.
He leads with his tongue, slow and deliberate, and the instant it makes contact, Elias’s moan punches straight through him, sending a live-wire vibration along Soren’s cock. The shift in position has dragged Connall close enough that Soren can feel the heat rolling off him,
He can’t look away. This is everything he’d dreamed, and isn’t that embarrassing?
He’d never let himself imagine he’d be the one impaled on Connall’s cock.
No, he’d have been happy to be close enough to watch him fuck someone else—to just feel a hand on his ankle or thigh while Connall brought someone else pleasure.
Isaac slurps obscenely, and Soren feels Elias shudder between his hands in response, throat tightening around his cock.
He can see what Isaac’s doing—tongue flicking out, tiny fingers thrusting in and out of Elias’s pink hole.
Soren watches as Isaac slips a hand between his legs to gather a palm full of slick.
Isaac’s breath comes fast when he speaks, voice low and filthy. “You want Ren to fuck you, baby?” There’s a slick, telltale sound under the words, a slow drag that makes Elias whine helplessly around Soren’s cock. “You’re ready.”
The words make Soren freeze. He holds Elias’s head still, no longer plunging his cock into his clenching throat, as Elias sucks and sucks at the head, runs a fang along his slit.
“Little Mouse?” Connall murmurs. “Do you want Soren to fuck you?”
There’s a brief hitch as the meaning breaks through the haze—and then Elias is moving. Soren has a lap full of sweetly flushed mate, desperate and bright-eyed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he babbles, hands shaking as he frantically tries to align Soren’s cock with the heat of his hole.
“Let me help you,” Connall says, voice rough but steady. He eases Isaac closer in front of him, careful even now, still knotted.
Isaac presses in tight along Elias’s spine, heat to heat, all three of Soren’s mates crowded over his thighs, a warm, breathing weight that pins him in place. If Soren were to sit up even an inch, he could taste them all.
“Soren?” Elias slurs into his chin, tongue dragging slow and needy through Soren’s stubble. His hands knead restlessly at Soren’s pecs.
“Fuck yes…want to make you come on my cock.”
“Ready?” Connall asks, but the question is already a formality.
His long, calloused fingers are closing around Soren’s aching cock, confident and possessive, and Soren nearly breaks right there—the first touch between them a searing brand that lights every nerve at once.
That they are working together to make their mate come is everything he’d ever dreamed.
Connall presses the head of Soren’s cock up against Elias’s opening.
It’s burning hot, and Isaac’s slick is thinner and more slippery than lube.
Connall adjusts the angle with steady pressure, unhurried, and Elias’s hole flutters helplessly at the contact, like it’s already trying to draw him in on its own.
“In, in, in, in,” Elias murmurs. “Ahhhh—”
The tip of Soren’s cock finally breaches his clenching hole. It’s so tight he can’t be sure what Isaac said is true. He doesn’t feel prepped at all.
“He’s—fuck—he’s so tight,” Soren grits out, jaw locked as he holds himself there, barely in. “Are you sure you—” He breaks off with a strained breath, the pressure overwhelming. “So hot, baby. Jesus—fuck. You’re so good.”
“He likes it tight,” Isaac says. “Likes the burn. Look.”
Elias is shaking, hand poised over his dick like he’s waiting for help or permission.
“Make him come, Soren,” Connall orders.
Soren thrusts up at the same moment Elias and Isaac force the beta down onto him.
Connall’s hands come in too, lifting and controlling the angle as their omega and beta push down hard together.
The coordination is brutal and precise, all of them moving like they’ve done this a thousand times, like Elias’s body belongs right here between them.
They’re so close, Soren can’t think straight.
Lemon-lime sugar and sharp sweetness, frost and winter air, crashing together with the green, flower-bright edge of his own spring scent.
It crowds his head, his chest, his lungs—too much and never enough—as his wolf howls at the press of his mates and the heat clenched tight around him.
Fire burns along his spine, and Soren jackknifes into a sitting position. He kisses the side of Elias’s head, breath hot against his hair, then closes his fangs around Elias’s earlobe without biting down. First bites are for Pack Alphas.
Isaac leans in, and Soren accepts the wet, open-mouthed kiss without hesitation.
Isaac groans into him, the sound punched out of his chest as he fucks back on Connall’s knot, frantic and needy.
His hands are wrapped around Elias’s soft middle, holding him steady, claws scraping just enough against Soren’s abs to spark tingles of pain.
When Isaac pulls away, Connall is right there. Lips bitten raw and eyes more red than blue. He’s not looking into Soren’s eyes, though. His gaze is fixed on the side of Soren’s throat—right where a bond bite would go.
They haven’t talked about it. There hasn’t been time. But the want is unmistakable, pulsing off Connall in waves. Soren wants it. Needs it. So badly it borders on pain, on something humiliating and fierce enough that he’s not above begging if Connall makes him wait one second longer.
Elias’s hole flutters helplessly around Soren’s length, tight and burning, and so responsive it makes Soren’s breath hitch. He is already coming apart again, hot come slicking between them, smearing their skin as Elias moans Soren’s name.
“Yes,” Soren says, clearly. “Please.”
Connall’s eyes snap up to his, shock cutting clean through the rut for half a heartbeat. He doesn’t ask Soren to explain. Doesn’t question it. The promise is already spilling out of him, raw and unguarded, like it’s been clawing at his ribs for years.
“I—” Connall swallows hard, voice breaking even as his body stays devastatingly steady. “I promise to take better care of you. To love you better—”
Soren’s vision blurs, heat stinging behind his eyes, and for a second, he hates himself for it—hates that this is what undoes him. Not the rut. Not the claim hanging between them like a live wire. But Connall. Saying it like that. Meaning it.
It isn’t how Soren ever imagined it. No grand ritual. Just sweat and need and too much feeling crashing together at once.
But it’s Connall, and that’s all he’s ever wanted.
“Just—do it,” Soren chokes, the words tearing out of him rough and unsteady. His grip tightens, everything inside him shaking with the strain of holding on. “Need you.”
Connall’s eyes flash blue again as his big hand cups the back of Soren’s head. Isaac helps Elias to slip to his side, their soft hands smoothing his belly and along his thigh.
Soren tilts his head to the opposite side, and in no time, the soft press of Connall’s lips gives way to the sharp press of fang.
It’s almost perfect—with their omega and beta pressed beside them, it could only be better if Quinn and Kaian were here, too. If the whole of what Fate has been circling could finally close.
There’s a whisper of movement from behind them, and suddenly Quinn is there. He pulls the half-naked Kaian down with him onto the extra mattress.
Connall doesn’t waver, and as if he’d just been waiting for them to arrive, he strikes.
Long fangs pierce Soren’s scent gland, and their bond snaps into place.
Singing through him like a high wire, it catapults Soren into the most intense orgasm of his life.
He throws out a hand blindly, needing something solid, and finds Quinn’s and Kaian’s hands already there.
They turn their joined palms at the same time and squeeze his hand, anchoring him even as his world detonates.
Isaac and Elias hold him steady, arms locked around his waist and hips, bodies warm and solid and present as everything Soren thought he knew breaks apart and reforms into something new.
“Thank you,” Soren whispers. Closing his eyes, he lets himself slip away, claimed at last.