Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kai
I bark out a laugh, but I don’t move back. I don’t give him space.
Instead, I brace my hands on either side of his hips and hover just over him, my cock already growing again, throbbing between us.
"You're…" Theo whispers hoarsely, voice all wrecked velvet and disbelief.
"Yeah." I smirk, reaching down to wrap my slicked hand around myself again, stroking up and down as I harden by the second. “Smelling an omega in heat and watching you come does that to a guy.”
There’s a pause, thick with everything we haven’t said, and then Theo’s eyes flick down between us - at my cock, still flushed and leaking.
“Do you…” He swallows. “Do you want to keep going?”
My laugh is low this time - more throaty.
“Baby,” I murmur, “I haven’t even started .”
I stroke myself again - slow this time, teasing - and his breath catches. His hands flex at his sides like he wants to reach for me but doesn’t know if he’s allowed.
So I lean down, close enough that our foreheads nearly touch.
“Tell me,” I murmur. “What do you want?”
Theo’s gaze bounces between my eyes and my mouth.
“ You .”
My grin spreads, wicked and slow.
“Say it better.”
He exhales, shaky.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I drag the tip of my cock across the mess on his stomach, smearing our come together with it, making myself soaked .
“Good boy.”
He twitches.
“You like that?” I whisper, my lips brushing the shell of his ear as I continue to coat my cock in our release. “You like hearing that mouthy praise shit come from me?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “God, yes.”
I nip at his jaw, just hard enough to make him jolt.
“Then lie back, Theo. And let your alpha show you just how good surrender can feel.”
Theo exhales shakily and leans back, his spine hitting the mattress in a slow descent. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time, pupils wide, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. There's something raw in his expression - want, yes, but trust too.
A kind of quiet surrender that hits somewhere low in my gut.
He spreads his legs. Not wide, not brazen; but just enough for me to settle between them on my knees.
My cock twitches, aching, glistening with our slick. I palm myself to ground the instinct clawing up through my spine, revelling in how good it feels, all sticky and wet.
"You still with me?" I ask, voice lower now, rough with the edge of it.
He nods. Barely. But it’s there.
I grin and slide my thumb along his jaw. "Good boy."
A soft whimper escapes him, and it makes my cock twitch again. Fuck - I thought getting off would take the edge off, but this?
This is something else.
“You sure?” I murmur, hand fisting at the base. “Because if I take this step, Theo, I’m not fucking stopping halfway.”
Theo’s voice is hoarse. “Do I look like I want halfway?”
I laugh. “No. You look like you want it filthy.”
He swallows.
“I want it yours .”
I lean forward, bracing my hands on either side of his chest. He’s warm under me - muscle and tension and vulnerability - and I kiss him.
Hard .
Not sweet, not soft; just tongue and heat and teeth dragging over his bottom lip until he growls into my mouth and arches beneath me.
When I break the kiss, he’s gasping. I reach my hand over his stomach and scoop up what I can of our fluids, coating my fingers in it, soaking them through.
“Turn over,” I whisper. “Hands on the headboard.”
He hesitates - just a beat - but he does it, kicking off his pants from the base of his calves as he does. I help him, guiding him until he’s on all fours, ass high, chest low.
He grips the headboard like I told him to, and it’s sexy as fuck.
Broad back. Strong arms. Tension rippling through every inch of him like he’s waiting to be claimed.
I take my time. I want this part to last.
"Beautiful," I murmur, trailing my hands down the curve of his back. "You know that, right? That you look fucking wrecked and perfect for me like this."
He whines, shifting slightly, and I smirk.
Then I’m between his legs again, one hand spreading him open. His hole’s tight and untouched, and I groan low in my chest as I press my slick my fingers against it.
"I’m gonna make this good for you," I promise him. "Gonna open you up so slow, you’ll be aching for more before I even give you a taste."
Theo buries his face in the pillow, flinching at the first press of my finger.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmur, dragging my free hand up his spine. “You’re safe.”
“I know,” he rasps.
My finger circles once - teasing, light - before I press the tip in.
His body tightens, then loosens.
And he exhales.
“There you go,” I whisper. “Look at you. Taking it like you were fucking made for it.”
I press my finger in fully, then out again, my movements slow and steady -
Until he pushes back slightly, taking it.
"Fuck, Theo. That’s it. Just like that."
He trembles, but stays open.
I slide the second finger in. Stretching him gently, working him open with slick heat, the fluid of our release, and low praise whispered against the nape of his neck.
"God, you’re tight," I mutter. "So fucking good for me."
His body yields to every careful thrust.
“You’re doing so good, Theo. Fuck, you’re perfect. Gonna take my cock like it belongs to you.”
By the time I slide the third finger in, he’s trembling. Begging .
“Kai, please. I can take it - just, fuck me - please -”
I kiss the base of his neck, withdraw my fingers, and fist my cock. It’s still damp from our combined release having been smothered all over it, but even wetter from the own slick that’s practically pouring out of me now.
"You ready?"
His voice is a whisper. " Yes ."
I line up, and push forward.
The stretch is slow, agonizing, perfect . His body opens for me like it knows me already - like it’s been waiting for this exact pressure, this exact fullness.
Theo chokes on a moan as I press in inch by inch, letting him feel every stretch, every burn, every heartbeat of entry.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “You’re… big - Kai -”
“Yeah,” I grunt. “You’re taking it though. Look at you. Fucking taking all of it.”
I bottom out with a snarl, hips pressed flush to his ass, cock buried to the hilt of him. I hold there and let him adjust, let him feel every inch of me.
Then I lean down and press my mouth to his shoulder.
“You’re mine now,” I whisper, voice rough. “And I’m going to fuck you like you’re our omega. Like you're part of the pack in every way that matters, and until you feel me every time you sit down.”
His breath hitches, and I start to move.
“We’re both wrecked for her,” I murmur, starting to move - slow, deep thrusts that shake us both. “But this? You and me? It’s part of it. It's all hers too.”
His body takes it. Takes me . And my name is a broken sound on his lips.
Theo’s knuckles are white as they grip to the headboard.
“She’d love this,” he pants. “Watching us like this.”
“Bet she'd beg to be in the middle,” I rasp, thrusting harder now. “Your cock in her mouth while I fuck your ass. Or maybe she wants to be taken by both of us at once. One in her pussy. One in her mouth. Then switch.”
“Fuck, Kai -”
I pull out almost completely, then slide back in with one slow, devastating thrust. Theo shudders, arms shaking beneath him, his back arching like he’s trying to take me deeper, like he can’t get close enough.
This is just the beginning. I’m going to fuck him through it all .
“She’s made for it. Made for alphas. All of us. You feel it, don’t you? That pull in your gut when she walks in. When she looks at you like you’re hers already.”
He gasps, nods. “Yeah.”
“And this,” I growl, leaning in, chest to his back, cock driving deeper now. “This is how we keep her safe. We make her ours - together. Knot her, claim her, fill her until she can’t walk.”
I grin as Theo arches beneath me.
“That feel good?” I murmur, leaning over him now, chest brushing his back, lips at his ear. “You like being filled up like this?”
“Fuck - yes ,” he chokes out, voice wrecked. “So good.”
I smile, dark and hungry. “You’re taking me so well. Thought you’d fight it more.”
“I don’t want to fight. I want you .”
I move harder and faster, the slick sound of skin on skin filling the room, mixing with his soft cries and my rough grunts. His body tightens around me with every thrust, clenching like he never wants to let me go.
“You feel that?” I pant. “That’s me - right there - pushing so deep you’ll be leaking come for hours.”
“ Kai , ” He gasps, dropping lower into the pillows, letting me angle him just how I want him.
I grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back. “Say my name again.”
“Kai - fuck, Kai -”
I snap my hips forward, and his cry goes high and hoarse.
“God, you’re so fucking good like this,” I growl, biting lightly at the back of his neck, not enough to mark. “All open. All mine.”
Theo’s hips start to roll back to meet me, trying to match the rhythm, even as he trembles under the force of it.
“You gonna come again for me, big boy?” I rasp. “You gonna fall apart while I’m buried inside you, thinking about her between us?”
“Close,” he says. “I can’t - Kai, please -”
“Beg for it,” I growl. “Beg like she would.”
He whimpers, voice catching. “Want to come. Want you to make me. Please, Alpha - please -”
“ Fuck yes ,” I cry out, losing the rhythm for a second as I rut into him harder, hips slapping skin. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take fucking all of it .”
My hand slides around his waist, fisting his cock. He jerks forward, swearing, thighs trembling violently.
“One more,” I command. "One more, Theo. I know you can do it. I know you’re just as out of control from her heat as I am. Come with me. ”
He does.
With a sob that punches the air from his lungs, he comes in hot, messy spurts all over the sheets, hips locking, voice wrecked.
I follow with a growl, slamming deep and staying there as I spill into him, cock pulsing hard, filling him until I’m lightheaded with it.
My body collapses over his, chest to back, forehead against his shoulder.
We’re still. Breathing. Glowing with the heat of it.
I press a kiss to the back of his neck, then murmur, “You still alive?”
He grunts out something that might be a yes .
I stay buried inside him for a long moment, breathing hard against the sweat-damp skin of his shoulder. Theo's still trembling beneath me, all wrecked and raw, but not pulling away. Not shying from what we just did.
My hand slides across his stomach, stroking lazily. “You’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”
He snorts, voice hoarse. “You say that like you’re proud.”
I grin against his neck. “I am. You took it like a fucking dream.”
Theo hums, but the sound is quiet, thoughtful. I shift, sliding out of him slowly, and he hisses at the drag.
I reach for the towel at the side of the bed, clean us both with practiced ease. And then I lie down beside him, close but not crowding, watching the play of light on his chest as he catches his breath.
After a moment, he says it - soft, like it’s been crawling up his throat this whole time.
“You think she knows?”
I blink, then smile. “Rhea?”
He nods. Doesn’t look at me. Just stares at the ceiling like it might have answers we don’t.
“She knows,” I say. “She has to.”
“She’s been through so much already.”
I shift onto my side, head propped up on one hand. “You worried she won’t want this part of us?”
Theo hesitates. “I don’t know. It’s not like we’re... subtle.”
I laugh softly. “We just jerked each other off and I railed you into the mattress talking about her sucking you off while I fucked you from behind. Yeah, I’d say we’re not subtle.”
He groans and buries his face in his arm, muttering, “Jesus, Kai -”
“But,” I cut in, gentler now, “she’s not just our Omega. She’s Rhea . Strong. Smart. Selfish in all the ways that matter. You think she wouldn’t like this?”
Theo turns his head, finally meets my eyes. “You think she’d want us together?”
“I think she already does .” I run my knuckles over his ribs. “You were the one in there with her and Ash, Theo. Both of you, together. She wants all of it. All of us .”
He swallows hard. “She deserves everything.”
“And she’s gonna get it,” I say. “But that means all of us learning to take what we want too. And this?” I gesture between us. “This wasn’t just about blowing off steam.”
Theo nods. “I know.”
“You’re mine now,” I murmur, cocky and low, even though my voice catches just slightly at the end.
His lips twitch, but the heat in his eyes doesn’t fade. “And she’s ours.”
I grin. “Damn right she is. We’ll keep her satisfied, fucked out, dripping and glowing - just like she deserves.”
Theo exhales a laugh, the tension in his chest easing. “And if she wants to watch next time?”
I smirk and lean in, pressing a kiss just behind his ear. “Then we give her the best fucking show of her life.”
And just like that, the bond between us shifts.
Not the same as what we feel with her, but something else.
Pack .
Pack that’s bonded by sweat, trust, lust, and the shared fire of one omega who’s wrecking us in the best fucking way.
And we haven’t even started yet.