Chapter 30
Zayd
Leaving the sleeping quarters, I cannot ignore how Sutton’s presence calmed me. From the moment he walked in the room, all the fear and anger that had fueled me to leave the galley disappeared.
It was in that moment that I knew I had to accept that Layla was right.
That has not made it any easier. I am still not sure I have, but I cannot deny that there is a connection between Sutton and me.
The similarities of our connection to that of an alpha and omega are also undeniable.
I think that is why I am having such a difficult time accepting it.
The calm he brought me was not unlike the calm an alpha gives his omega.
Accepting this connection means accepting that Sutton is not just another mate.
It is possible I was wrong, and he is my alpha.
Is it possible this has been more than a dominance game? That I have not been allowing him to dominate me? Have we just been acting in accordance with our designations?
Every order he has given me, from the order not to claim Layla, to every order he gives when we share her, I follow. Without hesitation.
It is one thing to follow another alpha’s orders in battle or when enforcing the law like I did under Strykr’s or Kydax’s command, but I would kill either of them if they tried to tell me how to pleasure my omega.
Yet, with Sutton, I not only follow his orders willingly, but I wait for them with bated breath. The anticipation drives my desire to new heights, and I welcome the thrill of the fall.
These are questions for a later day.
Our only mission now is to show Layla that whatever comes next, whatever role each of us plays, we are in this together.
“So, I was right,” Layla says, gesturing back and forth between the tented fabric of both Sutton's and my pants when we approach the table.
Though I know Layla is upset, a small smile betrays my pride in Sutton not trying to hide his erection.
“You two want each other,” Layla says, slumping in her chair.
Sutton directs me around one side of the table while he rounds the other, so we stop, standing on either side of Layla.
“They are for you, Layla baby,” Sutton says and pulls her chin with a light touch of his hand until she is looking at him.
“Then why did you already have them before you saw me?” Layla asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Layla, how often have I already been hard when I’ve come to you? To make love to you.” Sutton keeps his eyes on Layla.
That focus is exactly what she needs. I can feel her anxiety go out like the tide.
“All the time,” she says, a titter in her voice.
“Did you ever wonder why, then?” Sutton asks.
“No.” Layla’s breath becomes erratic.
“What did matter?” he asks her.
“That you wanted me. It didn’t matter what got you going as long as you finished with me.” Layla blushes.
Sutton smiles, having gotten her where he needs her. “Why should now be any different?”
Layla pauses, her head turns slowly toward me. She studies me for a moment before turning back to Sutton. “What if you stop coming to me? I’m so scared of being left alone.”
Unable to contain my need to comfort her any longer, I wrap my hands around Layla’s waist and lift her and plant her ass on the edge of the table to sit facing me.
She gasps as I slam my hands on the table on either side of her.
“I can promise you, omega, you will never be alone. After I claim you, not only will I be here,” I rub my rock-hard cock on her mound.
Layla’s eyes flutter as she wraps her legs around my hips to hold me against her.
“I will also be here.” I place a finger on her temple.
“The bond between us will allow us to talk to each other across any distance. You will never be alone. If you need me, I will always be there. I will always come for you.” This is what I have wanted since the moment I saw Layla.
Even after they invited me into their relationship, I did not wish to overstep, to break my promise.
But now… I will not deny my nature any longer. Layla may be Sutton’s mate, but she is also mine.
“I will always claim you,” I growl and cover her mouth with mine.
“Fuck, yeah,” Sutton growls next to us, as my tongue lashes against Layla’s. “Go on, Zayd. Fuck her. Fucking knot her. Claim her, if that’s what she wants.”
“Is that what you want, little omega?” I ask Layla, backing out of the kiss. “Do you want me to claim you, little one?”
She looks over at her husband, who simply whispers, “Yes,” as he sits at the table next to us and rubs his cock through his clothes.
When she looks back at me, I wait for her word, but instead she says, “I want you to go slowly. Give my husband a nice, long show.”
“As you wish.” I lean in and start by claiming her mouth with mine again.
My fangs drip with venom. My alpha venom used to be deadly to anyone except my omega.
Now it is anyone except my omega and whatever Sutton is.
I cannot wait to sink my teeth into Layla.
She wants me to go slowly, but all I want to do is knot and bite her now.
I preached control to Sutton. That is what I must practice now.
“Oh, I had forgotten how you vibrate,” Layla moans as I hump my length between her legs and through our clothes, soaked with her slick.
“Well, that’s not fucking fair,” Sutton says, drawing both of our attention toward him.
He has taken off his clothes and sits with his cock in his hand, stroking slowly.
“You like watching him play with himself, don’t you, Zayd?” Layla asks when the vibration against her mound intensifies.
“Do not be jealous,” I tell her, soothing her with my purr, pressing my lips on the pulse in her neck. “My only desire is to claim you.”
“But you like seeing him.” Layla wraps her arms around me and rolls her hips along my shaft.
“Yes,” I answer with all the breath in my lungs. Not just unable but unwilling to lie to her.
“I just want you to be honest with me,” Layla says. “Both of you. Don’t hide. Whatever you two are feeling. Whether it be for me or for each other, I just want to know. Okay? Don’t leave me out.”
“Whatever you want, Layla baby,” Sutton says.
“I only live to please my omega,” I say and drag the tips of my fangs over the soft flesh of her shoulder as I stretch out the neck of her shirt to expose it.
“Good.” Layla pants and arches her back.
I take that as my cue to rip the shirt from her body.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” Sutton groans as precum weeps from the tip of his cock.
As much as I want to please Layla, I want Sutton to enjoy watching us.
With the razor-sharp tips of my claws, I shred Layla’s skirt, leaving her naked on the table. Again, Sutton utters his approval.
“Sutton’s approval pleases me,” I tell Layla as I slot my vibrating tip between her wet pussy lips. “I crave it as much as I crave to make you come.”
Layla squeaks and twitches her hips as my tip excites her clit.
“What I said about going slow. Fuck that,” Layla tightens her legs around me and scrapes her nails across my back. “I want you to claim me. Right now.”
Steadying my cock, gripping the base, I swipe through her slit until the tip finds her entrance and I sink in.
As omegas do, her body remembers me, and she has no problem accepting my girth this time.
Fully seated inside my omega’s body is like being home.
“How does it feel, baby?” Sutton asks her, his breath shallow as he strokes himself more vigorously.
“Full. So good and so full.” Layla’s voice shakes as I pump my length in and out at a steady pace.
“She is close, Sutton.” Her channel flutters and contracts a little more with every piston of my vibrating cock inside of her.
“So am I.” Sutton hisses and grips himself more firmly.
“On your order, sir,” I tell him, and his eyes lock on mine.
“Make her come. Claim her,” Sutton orders, and I comply, pulling Layla to my chest. She grinds her clit on the ridge of the V between my hips as I vibrate even more intensely.
As soon as I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock, I sink my fangs into the crook of her neck.
With every pulse of her orgasm, my knot grows, locking us together to complete the bond as I come with her.
“Shit. Shit. Shhhhit.” Sutton curses as ropes of cum paint his rippled abs, flexing as he jerks.
And it would be a joyous sight. I would be reveling in all of our pleasure if I could hear my omega’s voice answer me when I say her name in my mind.
But she does not answer. Because she cannot hear me.
“It did not work,” I say.