Chapter 39
Zayd
It is torturous, having to cut our encounter short. But as soon as I felt Sutton’s knot, I knew the mistake I had made.
“Layla, baby,” Sutton whispers to wake her gently. “We need you, baby.”
Layla groans in protest.
“We have discovered the way, omega,” I offer quietly.
“What?” Her voice is weak but cheerful. “Wait. You two bonded?”
“Zayd thinks he knows how it works. You think you’re up for giving it a try?” Sutton’s knot receded when we separated and finished showering, but we are both still hard as ever. And I think we agree that if Layla is not up for this, we will finish what we started and worry about the bond later.
“Yes. Of course.” Layla barely finishes speaking before I lift her out of her bunk to cradle her in my arms.
“These beds aren’t big enough,” Sutton says.
“The galley table is a good height,” I remind him.
“Yeah. The galley.” Sutton leads the way.
“What did you discover? What are we doing? I mean… I know what we’re doing, but… how?” Layla asks frantically.
“It is true, my bond did not work with you because of your bond with Sutton. The piece of the puzzle I missed was the role Sutton plays. He is a buffer for your heat, suppressing it until an alpha cuts him off. I believe, for the bond, Sutton is a conduit between you and me. The bond will be completed through him,” I explain.
“But doesn’t Sutton need to be able to knot me?” Layla asks.
“I can,” Sutton says with a smirk as he takes Layla from me and sets her on the table.
Layla’s brow bunches. “You can? How do you know?”
“You’ll see.” Sutton lifts Layla’s shirt off over her head and tosses it aside.
It is then that Layla looks the two of us up and down and asks, “Why are you two already naked? Were you two playing without me?” She teases as her cheeks darken and her slick starts to flow.
“That turn you on, baby?” Sutton asks, stripping her wet panties down her legs.
“Mhm. I liked watching Zayd play with you,” Layla says and bites her bottom lip as she winks at Sutton.
“I like it too.” As Sutton leans into Layla, I step up, kissing the crook of Sutton’s neck as I cover his back with my body. At the sight, Layla’s eyes flutter and close as he kisses her.
“Take her, human.” It is not that I need to be in control; I very much enjoy when Sutton gives the orders, but if instinct serves me right, I am the alpha of this bond. Both Layla and Sutton are mine to claim.
I keep my body tight against Sutton’s back, reveling in the press of his ass against my cock when he draws his hips back to position his cock at Layla’s entrance.
“Enter her slowly,” I say, taking hold of his hips, holding him against me. Moving his hips with mine, my shaft wedged between his cheeks, I guide him inside of her, teasing what comes next.
“Oh.” Layla gasps and throws her head back.
“My omega likes my human’s cock.” I draw Sutton’s hips back, then push him in again; the force of both of our bodies on Layla makes her tits bounce most gloriously. Since I cannot reach them, I palm the back of Sutton’s head and pilot his lips to dock on her supple breast.
Sutton sucks and licks, the sound making my cock twitch.
I cannot wait any longer.
My cock weeps and drips obscenely with precum. My body knows what my human needs.
Running my hand down Sutton’s spine, I tell them both, “Hold still.”
“What’s happening?” Layla asks, trying to see over Sutton’s shoulder.
Sutton buries his face in Layla’s cleavage, giving her a better view.
“Hold him, omega. We are still learning,” I tell her, and she wraps her arms around Sutton’s shoulders as he braces his arms with his hands flat on the table.
Same as before, I press my tip to his puckered hole.
“Breathe, human,” I say and slip my slick tip past his entrance.
Sutton whines as he exhales. His body seems to remember me, much the same way an omega would, and it is far less effort to sink all the way inside.
And as such, it seems only right to praise him. “Good boy.”