Chapter 3
CHAPTER
THREE
ABEL
My omega.
My scent match.
Kev’s scent match too.
There’s nothing more as an Alpha that you dream of. Finding a scent match for yourself is a rare occurrence. But then our little omega stumbled into our lives—more so, got dumped into our lives—and he just so happens to be made for the both of us.
“I can’t wait any longer, Baby, he needs my knot… Listen to him.”
“Just don’t bond him. Give him your knot; he needs it before his fever gets out of hand.
” I see Kev grip and adjust himself through his jeans, and I grin.
He may act like this omega isn’t getting to him, but I know for a fact he’s his scent match too.
There’s going to be no denying himself when it comes to August. Kev’s not going to be able to—physically.
I whisper to August, “Hold onto my neck, Little Omega. I’m going to get my knot out for you.” The moan that he lets loose is enough to have pre-cum lining my boxers. “Desperate for my knot, aren’t you, Little Omega?”
He whimpers, “Mhmm.” That’s the first acknowledgment of any sort we’ve gotten from him, and it’s enough for me.
I pop the button open on my jeans and release my heavy cock. August’s hands find it immediately, stroking me in a quick motion that has my head falling back on the head rest. I can only imagine what his tight, slick hole is going to feel like wrapped around me.
He pleads with me, almost too quiet to hear, “Please…”
My body responds to him in a way I’ve never felt before. Like a string is tied to me and he’s dragging me to him with the other end. I’ve never experienced an omega and surely haven’t been a part of a heat. We learned about them in school, but I am wholly unprepared for this.
Kev was the first person I ever felt the need to have a partnership with, but I can already tell that August is going to belong to us for the rest of our lives.
I just hope my body doesn’t betray me and go into rut.
Hurting an omega is the last thing I want to do, and not having consent pre-heat from August isn’t ideal, but I refuse to let him suffer with no knots.
August’s pants have been completely forgotten—probably on the floorboard by now. When he straddles my lap, I grab his face, gazing into his mossy-green eyes that seem to let me see into the depths of his soul.
My attention goes to my lap where he’s grinding his equally hard cock up and down with mine, and I watch in a trance as he moves his hips in a sick rhythm. “Please, Alpha.”
Fuck I’m gone for this sweet little thing.
I register Kev’s groan from the driver’s seat. My hands release August’s face to palm my cock so I can run it between his plump, slick cheeks to coat it in his carmelly goodness before fucking his tight little hole.
Stopping myself before I get too lost in him, I take my other hand and quickly coat it in his essence to start to work him open.
I refuse to hurt my omega, especially when he has no clue who we are.
And I really don’t want him to be sore when he comes out of his heat.
He’s going to be traumatized enough as it is.
Now it’ll be a different story if August wants to be hurt when we go over what he does and doesn’t like in the bedroom; that’s a whole new territory. But we’ll have that talk when he’s not heat-crazed.
My two fingers break through his ring of muscle easily, before one more follows. I know he’s been without a knot for a lot longer than I would ever want my omega to be without based on how easily he’s opening up for me.
I scissor my fingers open, making sure I stretch him the best I can, then remove them and immediately replace them with the swollen head of my cock.
“I can’t take it anymore… I have to be in you.” I mean for it to come out as a whisper, but it’s more of a growl. My cock breaches his hole, and I watch his face morph into pleasure right before my eyes. The connection only grows stronger between us, which I didn’t think was possible.
I grab his hips and start working him up and down my cock, but before I know it, August braces his feet on the seat on each side of us and starts to bounce up and down on his own.
He’s rolling his hips in a way I’ve never experienced, pulling groans from deep in my chest. His hands are on the back of the front seats as he leans back, holding on, and in turn it causes his cock to bounce up and down practically in my face.
Fuck he looks delicious.
Slick is pouring from his hole, collecting on my thighs and balls, and his perfume is filling the whole car at a suffocating speed.
I look out the window as the car comes to a stop at a red light, not too far from the house.
Kev grabs August’s face, smashing his lips to his in a heated, wet tangling of tongues, and that alone has me wrapping my fist around this little omega’s leaking cock.
I give him a few pumps, but I want to taste him so fucking badly.
With one hand, I keep him at the top of my cock so I can lean down to suck him between my lips. Their gasps as they pull away from one another have me smiling around August. His pre-cum is the perfect salted caramel, and I decide here and now that there’s no getting rid of him.
He’s mine.
My omega.
Our omega.
This time, it really is a growl that comes out of me. “You whimper so sweet for your Alphas, Little Omega.” And with that, I start hammering into him from the bottom while running my hand up and down his length.
A couple more pumps of my hips and fist in unison, and he’s coming right in my hand. “My good Little Omega, coming in my hand just for your Alpha.” I lean up, and Kev is quick to snatch my hand to get a taste for himself.
“Fuck, he tastes good.” Kev groans and grabs another quick kiss from the omega that’s more than ready to be knotted.
Kev’s voice pulls me out of the deep space I was spiraling down. “Abel! Abel! You can not go into a rut! He has not consented to you marking or bonding with him!” The car is going again, but all I can focus on is drowning in August.
“I’m good.” The quip is all I can give Kev in this moment while I try to hold onto any ounce of sanity I have left in me.
It’s a blatant lie.
I’m not good.
I have to mark him as mine. He can not go anywhere. August belongs with us, to be loved and cherished like the perfect little omega that he is.
And I make a plan to mark him as ours as soon as we make it into his nest.