22. Seth
“No,” Seth mumbled, tilting his head so San could suck his neck, right over his mating mark. San knotted his fingers in Seth’s hair, using it to force him to look at him. “Speak up. We can’t hear you.”
Seth’s whole body trembled at San’s dark look, even knowing he heard him perfectly fine. “No…alpha,” he said.
This time, it was San who groaned, then connected their lips. Seth gave a broken gasp, fire igniting in his blood. San used the opportunity to lick into Seth’s mouth, tongue playing over his lazily. They’d never kissed before. It had always been a line they wouldn’t cross. But now, Seth couldn’t imagine why they’d ever made such a stupid rule. San was so good at kissing, fucking his tongue into his mouth slowly, pulling back to bite at his lips, tugging just the way Seth liked.
Fen closed his hand over Seth’s aching cock, squeezing until he released a startled mousy squeak into San’s mouth. He felt San laugh, breath huffing against his lips, his chest shaking against his arm where he hovered over Seth.
“Already hard just from hearing his alpha is gonna knot him later,” Fen taunted around a giggle. “Always the needy little slut. Our neediest baby.”
“Don’t be mean to me,” Seth wailed, his chest tight but his hole leaking.
The other omega’s fingers trailed from his clothed cock to ghost under his t-shirt. “Why, baby?” Fen continued to tease. “‘Cause you’ll come? You love when we’re a little mean to you. Remember when San and I would play with you like this in our apartment?”
Another wave of heat shot through him at the memory of it, his cock twitching.
Fen moaned. “You’re already so fucking wet for us, aren’t you, baby?”
Seth whimpered, nodding.
San pulled back, holding his gaze. “Say it.”
“I’m so—” He swallowed thickly, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. “So wet.”
“Good boy,” San said, licking the saliva from his chin before capturing his lips in a far filthier kiss.
“Remember when you’d get so embarrassed whenever I’d bring up how wet you were for us?” Fenny taunted, his lips dragging over Seth’s jaw. “You’d get all shy and bashful, even with my fingers or tongue inside you.”
“He loves hearing you talk about it now. He’s gushing,” San all but growled against his lips, his voice raspier than Seth had ever heard it. “You can’t wait to get railed, huh?”
“I’m going to ruin your sheets,” Seth said, panicking, that old embarrassment coming back with a vengeance under San’s alpha scent.
“We have a mattress protector,” Fenny murmured, gripping Seth’s chin and pulling his lips from San’s, replacing them with his own, swallowing Seth’s desperate little sounds as he sucked his tongue greedily, earning another groan from San who watched them, pupils blown.
Fen bit down on Seth’s bottom lip, tugging it as he pulled back, before letting it go with a wet pop. “Besides, San’s right. You smell amazing. I’m already hard just off your scent alone.”
“Your alpha probably won’t share the sentiment,” Seth panted as Fen dropped his mouth to his collarbone, then licked the hollow of his throat.
“Hah,” Fenny said lightly. “Shows how much you know. Loch loves how you smell, too. He loved stuffing you full of his cock. Loved how much you liked it. When he fucks me tonight, it will be like you’re right here with us. We’ll both think about how pretty you are when you’re getting used. ”
Seth’s thoughts stuttered as Fenny’s hand slid from his belly to his nipple, playing with the sensitive nub, feeling it harden beneath his fingers. “I’m not the only one who likes being used,” he said, but there was no heat behind the words.
“No, but you take it the best. Arching your back like a little whore when your alphas are spit-roasting you,” Fenny continued, tugging hard at the pebbled flesh between his fingers until Seth cried out. That only made Fen do it again, every dirty thought in his head dripping from his tongue into Seth’s scalding ears. “Fucking your greedy little hole. Using your perfect fucking mouth.”
San pushed Seth’s shirt up, tucking it under his arms. Fen gave a satisfied hum when he saw how red his nipples were, his mouth replacing his fingers, each draw of his lips sending pulses of pleasure straight to Seth’s neglected cock.
Seth moaned, then reached for his cock to take the edge off. San snagged his wrist, placing it back on the mattress. “Uh-uh,” he said, his hand sliding beneath Seth’s thin cotton pants, not touching his cock but massaging the skin just above, which somehow felt better and so much worse. Every motion jostled Seth’s cock just enough to rub against the fabric. “You know better than that,” San chastised. “What’s the rule?”
“I take what my alphas give me,” Seth whispered.
“Good boy.”
Fen continued to abuse Seth’s nipples, licking and biting until Seth was squirming and crying.
Fen moved away to suck marks into whatever skin he could reach, leaving a trail of red and purple bruises in the shape of his mouth all over his chest. “So sensitive.”
San’s lips were suddenly against his ear. “I bet they’ll be even more sensitive when you’re pregnant.” Seth’s moan was practically pornographic. “You’re gonna look so fucking cute, your belly all round. Imagine the kind of fun we can have with you when there’s no chance one of us might accidentally knock you up.”
Seth jumped as San’s fingertip trailed up the shaft of his straining cock, his touch feather-light, barely-there, and absolutely maddening. When he reached the top, he rubbed his thumb over the tip, digging his nail into the slit until Seth whined again.
“Please,” he finally begged, his voice raw, images flooding behind his now tightly closed lids.
Seth on all fours being used by anyone and everyone in the pack, his belly and tits round, Saint watching him with that proud expression he got whenever he took it well from the others… He bit back a desperate sound at the thought, bucking his hips up, trying to get more friction. Precum dripped down his shaft, slick drenched his ass and thighs, but he went untouched.
Tears pricked Seth’s eyes. He was worried he might never have that. “You don’t have to say that.”
“When have I ever said something just because I had to?” San asked. He took Seth’s hand and led it to his cock, letting him feel how it tented his sweats. “You’re going to be so hot when you’re pregnant and the rest of us aren’t going to be able to keep our hands off you.”
“Mm, it’s true,” Fen agreed, moving back to Seth’s nipple, kitten-licking over it. Every drag of his tongue was like sandpaper on his abused flesh. “I’m actually a little worried about how much the thought is turning me on.”
“Me too,” San admitted.
Seth watched as Fen dragged San to him, their mouths colliding in a dirty kiss that was all teeth and tongue and spit before they returned to their new favorite pastime: torturing Seth’s chest.
“Fuck, look how raw and swollen they are now,” San marveled. “They must really hurt, huh?” Seth whined, nodding. San gave Seth a mean smile, flicking his nipple, causing him to yelp.
“Ow,” Seth said, eyes wet again. “It hurts.”
“Fuck,” Fen muttered. “This is really doing it for me. I can’t stop thinking about how it will feel when they’re all full and swollen, when even the barest touch will make you cry. When the only relief you’ll get is someone sucking on your leaking nipples.”
San’s groan became a rough chuckle. “I think you’ve unlocked a new kink in Fenny.”
“Oh, God. I think you have,” Fen said, taking Seth’s hand and leading it to his cock, letting him feel how hard he was. “Do I have a lactation kink?”
Maybe it was only because Seth was so far gone in his need to come, but the idea of letting Fen live out his lactation kink on him while he was pregnant was definitely doing it for him. “Maybe I do, too,” he whispered.
“Dirty little omegas, imagining sucking each other off in a whole new way,” San said. “You’re both so wet it’s driving me crazy.”
“An omega with a lactation kink sounds dangerous,” Seth said, voice raw as he rubbed Fen’s cock through his pants.
“Good thing there are enough alphas in this house to keep three omegas stuffed as full as they want,” San said, finally wrapping his hand around Seth’s cock.
The moan he let out would have embarrassed him if he wasn’t so desperate to come. San’s large hand fully engulfed Seth’s whole length. It used to make him self-conscious until he realized that San’s large fist tightly stroking his dick was better than any cocksleeve, especially when he’d rub his thumb across Seth’s tip with each stroke.
“Faster, please,” Seth begged, meeting San’s piercing gaze.
His smile was almost lazy. “No.”
“Mean,” Seth said, trying to thrust into his tightened fist on his own, choking on a sob when San released him entirely.
“No,” Seth cried. “No, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. Come back. Put it back.”
San ignored him to watch Fen seat himself between Seth’s open legs. Together, the two got his pants off with no help from him. He looked down at himself. He looked obscene. Shirt tucked under his arms, the rest of him completely bare to his two friends. The shame of being the only one undressed combined with Fen’s slick and San’s alpha pheromones was making him feral.
Fen bit his lip, his gaze heated as he openly stared between Seth’s thighs. “Open your legs for me, baby. Let me see how wet you are.”
Seth felt weighted, like his limbs had been tied down. When he didn’t move quickly enough, San grabbed his thigh and pulled it over his own hip. Fen took the initiative and pushed Seth’s other leg almost to his chest, then dipped his head, running his soft, wet tongue up Seth’s thigh, gathering the slick there before capturing San’s mouth once more, feeding it to him.
“Fuck. You taste so good,” San groaned, then kissed Fen once more, like he wanted another taste.
Fen settled on his stomach between Seth’s legs. “Hold your leg up.”
Seth complied without question, hooking his arm under his knee. Fen began cleaning Seth’s sticky thighs, moving closer and closer to where Seth needed him. “Please.”
“Please, what, baby?” Fenny asked, voice dripping with mock innocence.
Seth gave another frustrated sob. “Touch me, taste me, anything. I can’t take much more.”
The air punched from his lungs as Fen spread him open, exposing his wet hole to the chill of the room. Fen whined and San growled as Seth’s scent overwhelmed them. Before he could even apologize, Fen was diving between his legs, burying his face, fucking his tongue past his rim.
“Oh, G-God,” Seth moaned, words breaking in the middle.
Fen hummed, the sound vibrating against Seth’s most sensitive parts. Seth couldn’t stop himself from grinding down on Fen, trying to fuck his tongue deeper, grinding his nose against his perineum.
Fen pulled back and lapped at his hole, spreading him impossibly wide, his fingers digging into his flesh tight enough to leave marks, before plunging back in, fucking his tongue in as deep as it could go, wrenching a sob from the other omega. How was he so good at this?
San contented himself with stroking Seth’s cock, grip loose, movements honeyed. Seth felt like he was losing his mind. Time blurred as his pack mates took him apart. Fenny licked and sucked at his entrance until Seth was practically screaming, then stopped to lick over his swollen rim, or kiss and bite the meat of his ass cheeks.
“More. I need more,” Seth chanted, voice hoarse.
Fen pulled back to look at them, face glistening from the nose down. “He needs your fingers, alpha.”
Another low groan punched from San. He looked at Seth, holding up his hand. “Yeah?”
Seth stared at San’s long, elegant fingers, mouth watering. “Please,” he begged, sniffling.
Seth thought Fen might come up and kiss him, but, instead, he just pushed Seth’s thigh closer to his chest, leaving him open, staring at the most intimate part of him as San breached him with two fingers, sinking them in all the way to the last knuckle. Seth whined high in his throat.
“Fuck. You’re so hot inside, so wet. I can’t believe I’ve never fucked you before,” San said, sounding a little awestruck.
“Well, whose fault is that?” Seth panted, pulling off San’s hand just an inch or so before pushing back down onto them, fucking himself on his best friend’s clever fingers. They really were long enough to go much deeper than anyone else’s.
Seth’s insides grew molten as Fen dipped his head once more, licking around his stretched out rim as San let Seth bounce on his fingers.
“Fuck him harder,” Fen said, lapping at the sensitive skin around San’s fingers, still fully splitting him open. “He likes it to hurt.”
“He’s doing it enough for both of us,” San said, even as he pushed Seth’s hips down and started slamming his fingers inside, his hand battering against his entrance just like his knot would if he was fucking him.
Fen moved higher, sucking the slick from Seth’s balls, before rising up enough to swallow Seth’s cock.
Seth’s hips rocked upwards, forcing his cock to the back of Fen’s throat, wincing when he heard him gag wetly. “Sorry. Sorry. I was just surprised.”
Seth’s eyelids fluttered closed at the tight suction of Fen’s mouth as he pulled off his dick with a dirty pop. “You can fuck my mouth if you want to, baby. I don’t mind.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Seth said, brows knitting with worry.
San threaded his fingers in Fen’s hair, giving him a questioning look. Fen just nodded. Before Seth could even guess their plan, San pushed Fen’s mouth back onto Seth’s cock, forcing it deep into the tight squeeze of the other omega’s throat again.
Seth choked on a breath, but San groaned, the two fingers buried in Seth’s greedy hole pounding into him harder and faster, curling every third stroke to drag over that spot inside that had Seth literally hearing colors. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Please, San. More. Another. Harder.”
Seth rarely thought about how San was ambidextrous. He’d never seen the usefulness of it. But now, with the alpha guiding Fen’s sinful fucking mouth up and down his cock and three fingers twisting inside him, he couldn’t be more fucking grateful.
San pulled out, leaving him clenching on air. Seth whined, trying to will himself to form words, to beg him to come back, but all thoughts left him in a flash as San returned with four fingers, bullying them past Seth’s tight ring of muscle. His mouth fell open at the stretch, his face turning to the side, drool pooling onto Fen’s pillow.
That heat in his belly was gaining traction, growing and growing with each passing moment. His spine tingled, a near euphoric feeling dancing along every nerve ending. He was so close. So fucking close. He was breathing so fast, he worried he might hyperventilate or pass out from the pleasure.
He wanted to tell Fen, to warn him, but he couldn’t find his voice. The sound of Fen’s wet gags and the squelching sound of San fucking his slick back into him had rendered him silent.
But San knew. He watched him knowingly. Seth wanted to close his eyes, but San’s gaze had him nailed down, the lust in his best friend’s eyes incendiary.
“Come on, baby. It’s okay. Come for us,” San said, his alpha voice floating along his skin like silk.
Fenny hummed in confirmation.
Seth nodded, not trusting himself to speak, afraid to get too in his own head and ruin everything.
Like San could read his mind, he said, “The faster you come down Fenny’s throat, the quicker Saint will be splitting you open on his knot, breeding you.”
Seth’s orgasm punched from him with a shocked cry, flooding Fen’s mouth with his release. Fen swallowed every drop, continuing to suck him through the aftershocks even after San removed his hand from his hair.
Just when it was almost too much, Fen pulled off with another loud pop, breathing almost as hard as Seth, who couldn’t stop shaking. He wasn’t even sure his legs would work. When Fen came up on his knees, matching San’s stance, Seth saw just how hard both of them were, their cocks tenting their pants.
“Uh, do you want help with those?” Seth finally managed.
They both looked down and laughed.
Fen shook his head, his voice destroyed, as he said, “Nah. The minute Loch smells these sheets, he’s gonna fuck me into the mattress. Probably with my face pressed right into your wet spot.”
San and Seth both moaned. If he could have gotten hard again, he would have. The thought was just too dirty to ignore. He needed to tell Saint all about it.
“Besides, your alpha is waiting for you. He worries about his needy baby,” Fen teased. “He wants to make you feel better with the healing power of his massive alpha cock.”
Seth grinned, stretching with a loud noise until his muscles popped. “Can I borrow some clean pants?”
“Sure, babe,” Fen said, crawling from the bed to retrieve them.
Seth stood, legs wobbling like a baby deer, making his friends snicker. He was too fucked out to even be embarrassed, giving them a goofy smile in return.
Once he was dressed, his gaze fell back to San’s impossible to miss hard-on. “Are you sure I can’t…”
San grinned. “No, I’m going to fuck my husband awake and let him suck the taste of you off my fingers before I knot him.”
“Binnie’s into somnophilia?” Seth asked, looking at Fen who shrugged. “Honestly, yeah, that tracks.”
“Binnie’s into me using his body any way I see fit. I have permission to do anything I like to him, whenever I like,” San bragged.
Seth groaned, his soft cock kicking at the thought. “That’s so?—”
“Hot,” Fen groaned. “The word you’re looking for is hot. Now, get out of my room and go fuck your alphas.” San raised a brow and Fen waved his hand. “You know what I mean. He’s an alpha and he belongs to you.”
San’s gaze turned smug. “Yeah, he does.”
Fen led them to the door, kissing Seth’s cheek. “Do you feel better now?”
Seth’s heart tripped, a sliver of trepidation poking between his ribs, but nothing like it was before. “Yeah, I do.”
“You’ll talk to Ollie, right?” San asked.
“Yeah,” Seth said faintly.
Eventually, he added silently.