5. Idris #2
He kneels between my spread knees, hands sliding up the backs of her thighs.
I feel the first brush of his tongue against where I’m buried inside her as Callie gasps, her forehead dropping to my shoulder.
Sloane works her open around my cock with slow, filthy strokes of his tongue, then replaces it with two thick fingers, easing them in alongside me.
The stretch makes her whimper and I hold still, one hand stroking down her spine, the other cupping the back of her neck.
“Easy,” I murmur. “He’s getting you ready. You’re doing so well. Breathing for me.”
Sloane adds a third finger as Callie laughs into my neck before it turns into a moan. “God, you’re both— Sloane—”
“I know, baby,” he says, voice rough with restraint. “Just a little more. You’re so fucking soft. So open for us.”
When he finally withdraws his fingers, the ripping of fabric as he strips out of his clothing is almost comical, his feral need for our Beta overriding everything else.
I continue to rock into Callie until the blunt head of his cock presses against her, already slick from his mouth and her.
I tilt her face up so she has to look at me.
“Still good?” I ask.
She nods, eyes glassy, smiling even as she bites her lip. “Yes. Just—go slow.”
Sloane pushes in by careful degrees, the stretch intense enough that Callie’s breath stutters and her nails dig into my shoulders. Sloane’s the only Alpha I know who can manage restraint while in a rut.
I stay still, kissing her through it, murmuring quiet praise against her mouth while Sloane works himself deeper in short, patient thrusts until he’s seated fully alongside me. The dual pressure is overwhelming, Callie’s whole body trembling between us.
Sloane’s forehead drops to the back of her neck. “Fuck. Callie. You feel—”
“Fucking amazing,” I finish for him, voice low. I start to move first with small rolls of my hips, and Sloane follows, finding a rhythm that keeps her full without overwhelming her. Soft, wet sounds fill the quiet guest room as pillows shift under us.
Sloane’s hands roam, cupping her breasts, stroking her sides, and sliding down to where we’re joined so he can rub slow circles over her clit.
Every time she clenches around us he makes a broken, delighted sound, completely lost to his instincts and giving Callie pleasure.
I keep one hand at the nape of her neck, grounding her, the other steady at her hip.
“Think about him walking in tomorrow,” I murmur against her ear, my voice still controlled but darker now.
“Theo. Seeing you like this. Soft and open and already claimed. Wonder if he’ll want to watch us take you apart the same way.
If he’ll want to put his mouth on you while we’re still inside.
If he’ll want to learn exactly how you sound when you’re this full. ”
Callie shudders hard, a broken laugh turning into a moan. “Idris—”
Sloane groans against her neck. “He’d be so fucking lucky. Getting to see our woman like this. Getting to smell us all over her.” His thrusts deepen a fraction, still careful but hungrier. “We’ll show him how we take care of you. How good you are for us.”
Callie’s scent spikes further, a soft whine permeating the ear as she rocks between us, chasing more, and the careful control starts to fray at the edges.
Sloane’s rhythm turns a little more urgent.
I feel the rut-edge in him again, the way his knot is already starting to swell at the base, the near-desperate way he’s holding onto her.
Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she sags against me, the soft sounds filtering from her lips telling me she’s about to drop. “Stay with us, princess,” I murmur, before turning my attention to Sloane. “Babe, breathe. You’re too close to the edge.”
He makes a rough sound of agreement, slowing down but not stopping. I shift my grip, holding Callie more firmly, and increase my own pace just enough to keep her focused on the dual stretch and the pressure against her clit. “How you doing, Callie?”
I get a strangled grunt as she presses a kiss to my collarbone, her fingers going lax against my chest. “Mmm good, Alpha. S’good.”
I chuckle as her pussy starts to squeeze both of us, a slow laugh peeling from her lips. I hadn’t expected her to drop with this but watching her let go so fast is more than I could ask for. “Come for us, Callie. There you go. We got you.”
I lay my hand over Sloane’s on her waist and squeeze until his grip loosens.
He turns his head toward me, sweat dampening the curls at his temple, and I catch his mouth while he keeps moving inside Callie.
I kiss him until the strain in his hand eases beneath mine, then rest my forehead against his for one breath before returning my attention to her.
Unable to hold back, a growl rips through my chest as I unload inside of her, Callie gently scraping at my chest. “Oh my god, so much. Alpha…” she trails off as I pull out of her, knowing that Sloane is going to knot her whether I move or not.
She groans when the loss of me registers, Sloane barely slowing as he keeps her full, her body jerking against mine. “Callie, he’s going to knot you. Look at me. Come back for a minute, baby.” I cup her face in my hands, waiting until her eyes focus on mine. “Tell me this is okay.”
I wait a moment, about to drag Sloane off when I have to bite back a laugh.
“Knot, please,” she whispers.
I laugh softly, brushing damp hair from her face, pressing small kisses to her forehead, her cheek, and the corner of her mouth. “Seems the idea of getting an Omega is really pleasing to our Alpha here.”
Sloane lets out a small roar as he slams into her one last time, Callie’s lids fluttering shut.
He stuffs his face into the curve of her neck, groaning against her, hips still twitching as he empties himself inside her.
“Fuck. Sorry. I didn’t— shit. Didn’t mean to.
You feel too good. The room. You. Theo coming. All of it.”
The combined weight covering me is almost too much, but it’s a delicious pressure as Sloane slowly rolls to the side, gathering Callie against him, his knot fully seated inside of her.
Her eyes are completely glazed over, a sloppy smile on her face as she reaches for me. I twist enough to face her, loving the clumsy way she starts running her fingers over my chest. Her lips open and close several times, my purr reverberating through the room to slowly bring her back to us.
Sloane’s purr matches mine, though his hands are still wandering, one moving down to her clit. I grab his hand before it reaches its destination and bring it to my lips. “Behave, Sloane. She needs a minute. Callie? Baby, how are you feeling?”
I fold my hand and run my knuckles along her cheek, Callie leaning into it as her eyes clear a little. “I haven’t… it’s been a while since that’s happened.”
“Mmmhmm, how do you feel?”
“Floaty,” she mumbles, her fingers still moving across my chest. I lean in to kiss her, Sloane mirroring my movements along her neck and shoulder.
“Shit. I’m going to have to wash every single thing,” she murmurs against my lips, somewhere between scandalized and resigned.
“The pillows. The throws. The blankets I haven’t even decided on.
Theo’s going to walk in and the whole room is going to smell like sex and the two of you and me. He’s going to think we’re animals.”
Sloane huffs a quiet laugh into her hair, still rocking the tiniest bit against the lock of his knot. “He’ll think we’re the luckiest fucking pack alive.”
I kiss the top of her head, then the soft skin just below her ear.
“We’ll open the windows in the morning. Wash the blankets and pillows and throw out anything that can’t be salvaged.
Keep the lamp and the plant. He’ll still know the room was made for him.
” My hand strokes slowly down her spine.
“And if he smells us a little, he’ll know exactly how wanted he already is. ”
Some part of me wants to leave our scents drenched in this room because my instincts have already told me that Theo is ours. The rational part tells me that I can’t very well force an Omega to claim us or our scents.
Callie gently pats Sloane’s hand which has found its way to her stomach. “Hey, you back with us?”
He chuckles into her neck. “Yeah, it wasn’t a full rut.” His voice is still real gravelly. “But I have a feeling it might be an issue when Theo gets here. Idris will keep me in place, though, right?”
I just shake my head, trying not to laugh at how perfect my mates look in front of me. “Yeah, of course, babe. Maybe we can get you a leash or something?” Sloane reaches over Callie and slaps my shoulder as I return the favor, pushing back against his, our Beta groaning a second later.
“Stop! You’re gonna…”
Sloane grins, rocking his hips forward as Callie scrambles against my chest, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her body shudders between us as she comes again before she presses her forehead against me.
I almost say something when Sloane follows right after her a second time, a smile cracking onto my face at how beautifully wrecked those two are. A selfish part of me is glad that the pack bond between us and Garrett doesn’t fully share the same mated bond in this room.