Chapter 6
RYDER
Ryder had to give it to Spencer. The guy talked a lot of bullshit, but he’d been right about one thing: Sliding into Ash’s warm, wet hole was like entering fucking heaven.
And even if Spencer had been wrong, Ryder would still have had to be grateful to the mouthy alpha for the rest of his life, wouldn’t he?
Ash had been so panicky, so fucking scared, and Spencer had waltzed in and crooned a bunch of horny nonsense, and Ash had finally just …
given in. Let himself go and feel good. Let Ryder scent mark him and suck on his neck and get his fingers deep inside.
Ryder should have been able to do it on his own, maybe. It was possible he should be feeling jealous or guilty or something.
But what the fuck had he been supposed to do? Everything had happened so quickly, and Ash’s heat pheromones were like nothing Ryder had ever smelled, and it had taken all of Ryder’s self-restraint just to hold back and not do what Ash had kept begging for—knot him before he was ready.
And now Ash was leaking slick like a fountain, devouring Spencer’s mouth like a horny omega zombie who ate tongues instead of brains, and Ryder was doing something he’d long ago stopped thinking was an option: He was fucking Ash. He was going to knot Ash. His Ash.
Ryder had been fine with that never happening—they were who they were, and Ryder wasn’t letting Ash go for anything—but god, it felt good, being planted so deep inside him, Ryder’s chest pressed hard against Ash’s back while his cock was gripped by that perfect heat.
It felt so good that it took Ryder way too long to hear what Spencer actually said.
When he did, that lick of panic swept through him again. “He came already? Should I— Should I stop?”
This was about making Ash feel good, right? And he’d already come, so …?
Ash’s whine rang through the room as Spencer pulled away from the kiss. He met Ryder’s gaze again, his blue eyes dark and hazy. “What? No. He’s in heat. He’s gonna come like a thousand times before we’re done. Keep going until your knot pops. He needs it.”
Right. Of course. Ryder knew that. Of course he knew that. He was just balls-deep in his best friend and love of his life and he’d lost all sense of reason for a second.
Ryder rubbed a soothing hand over Ash’s shoulder. “Is that right, bright eyes? You need it?”
Ash tossed his head back, his soft curls brushing against Ryder’s neck. “Fuck, yes. Ryder, please.”
Well, what the hell was Ryder supposed to do except give it to him? He gripped hard at Ash’s hips and started pumping. He’d never knotted anyone before in his life, and he could only hope the pheromones did what they were supposed to and his body followed suit.
Ash leaned forward with a satisfied little hum, breath catching at the end as Ryder fucked into him, and then his whines and moans were muffled by Spencer’s lips once again.
They smelled good together, Ash and Spencer. Too good, like some decadent, spicy dessert Ryder had never heard of but now needed more than breathing. Not many people knew Ryder had a sweet tooth to rival a hormonal omega, but he did.
Fuck. He really, really did.
The air was filled with heavy breathing and heavier pheromones and the filthy sounds of slick squelching and sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin. Ryder could barely breathe in the mix of it. Everything was liquid heat and fog, that thick air catching in his throat.
He didn’t need to breathe, though—he only needed to feel. To fuck.
The way Ash’s channel was gripping his cock should be goddamn illegal.
And then Ash was whining again, louder this time. Ryder shook off his daze to see Spencer was pulling away from their omega.
“What are you doing?” Ryder barked, his hips stilling against Ash’s ass.
Because apparently when Ryder wasn’t panicking like an untried virgin, he couldn’t seem to stop putting on some weird dominance display.
Ryder’s alpha was all wonky, was the thing.
It wasn’t exactly pissed that Spencer was here—Spencer’s pheromones smelled too good with Ash’s for that—but it was …
restless. Like it wanted Ryder to latch his teeth into Spencer’s throat and shake him.
Press him down into the nest and force some kind of submission.
But even when Ryder barked and growled, Spencer didn’t seem to mind. His hackles never went up; his spicy-sweet pheromones never sharpened. He was remarkably chill for an alpha in the middle of an omega’s heat.
“He’ll be more comfy on his hands and knees when you knot him,” Spencer explained easily, like Ryder had asked nicely and not practically chewed his head off.
Sure enough, Ash stopped whining and dropped forward onto his hands. Ryder followed him down, drawn to his sweaty, slick-drenched body like a magnet.
“Fuck,” Ryder growled, licking over Ash’s scent gland. “Gonna knot you.”
He was losing the plot again, but hell if he could stop it.
“Yesss,” Ash slurred. “Yes, yes, yes.”
A deep groan came from right next to them. Spencer. “Oh fuck. Can I jerk off? Is that—is that cool?”
The fact that Spencer was even asking was ludicrous. The pheromones and scent of slick were so thick in the air, what else was he gonna do? But Ryder liked that he asked. That he was seeking Ryder’s permission for something so basic.
“Come here first,” he found himself saying. “Let me scent mark you.”
Spencer had every right to refuse. Alphas didn’t scent mark other alphas they weren’t close with, especially not during an omega’s heat. Ryder was basically acting like a rabid wolf, pissing all over every bit of property in the room just because he could.
But Spencer groaned again, one hand tucked motionless in his boxer briefs, like he was gripping the base of his cock hard, trying not to come.
Ash should be able to see that. He’d like it, wouldn’t he?
“And get fucking naked,” Ryder added.
Spencer groaned again. “Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He stripped out of his underwear and walked over to them on his knees.
He had a nice fucking cock. Not quite as thick as Ryder’s, but long and girthy enough to make any omega happy, with juicy little veins running along its length.
Ash watched it like a hawk, not even complaining that Ryder had halted his rhythm again.
When Spencer was close enough, Ryder kept one hand on Ash’s hip and grabbed the nape of Spencer’s neck with the other. He dragged him in like that, rubbing his sweaty face into the curve of Spencer’s neck, nuzzling all over his scent glands.
Spencer went limp—just fucking took it—and Ryder’s alpha practically purred.
And why shouldn’t it? Ryder had a gorgeous omega on his cock and a pretty boy alpha in his hands, submitting to him easy as could be.
Ryder knew it was more than that—this was Ash and Spencer, not two random fucks—but the base part of his brain didn’t seem to care. It was all possessive indulgence and feral instinct.
Ryder pushed Spencer away with a gentle nudge and covered Ash with his broad frame again. He was too worked up now to hold back. He was going to knot Ash like he’d promised, going to fill him up and keep him full for hours and hours.
Although, apparently he wasn’t done bossing Spencer around. “Give him your cum after, if he wants it.”
Omegas liked that during a heat, right? Getting a dose of alpha cum down their throats? It was second best to getting a knot. And Ash had two alphas here, so why shouldn’t he get both? He deserved both. He deserved everything.
Ash moaned his approval at Ryder’s order, pressing back against Ryder’s hips with the sluttiest possible curve to his spine. Ryder drew back and fucked into him with a savage growl, and then that was it—his knot was inflating, catching briefly at Ash’s stretched rim before pushing inside.
The pressure was like nothing else in this world, so warm and so slick, Ash’s inner muscles sucking at Ryder hungrily.
Ryder could barely get enough air to curse. “Fuck.”
Ash wailed, Spencer groaned, and then Ryder could smell it—alpha cum in the air.
“Give it to him,” he ordered, more of a gasp than a bark this time, his body too busy shuddering with the overwhelming pleasure of his knot squeezing and spurting inside his omega to do something as unnecessary as take in more oxygen.
And then Spencer did the filthiest thing he could have done: He sucked his own cum off one hand and grabbed Ash’s face with the other, feeding his spend to the omega with his tongue.
Ash moaned weakly—he’d gone limp when Ryder’s knot had inflated—but still met the kiss hungrily, licking into Spencer’s mouth like Spencer was offering him fucking ambrosia.
And Ryder’s inner alpha didn’t just purr this time—it howled.
“Ryder! Hey, Ryder!”
The whisper-yell woke Ryder from his exhausted doze. Every muscle was sore, his whole body wrung out like a dirty dish towel.
They were still in Ash’s nest, the one Spencer had fixed for him so effortlessly. Ryder had fallen asleep while still inside Ash after the third—or was it the fourth?—knot.
It was maybe the middle of the night, possibly a little earlier than that. It was hard to tell, but they’d been going at it for hours already; Ryder knew that much.
“Ryder!”
Ryder opened his eyes. The lamp in the corner was on, and he could see that Ash was straddling Spencer, who was flat on his back in the nest. Ash had both hands on Spencer’s chest, and he was rocking back and forth, growling in frustration.
“What’s—” Ryder licked dry lips. He probably would have passed out from dehydration already if Spencer hadn’t been on top of making him and Ash drink water every now and then. Still, he was parched. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s trying to—” Spencer gestured at Ash, who was clearly working hard to get Spencer’s hard dick inside him hands-free. “I mean, should I let him?”
Ryder yawned. “If he wants you to fuck him, then fuck him.” He could smell the rich caramel scent of Ash’s slick in full force—it wasn’t like Spencer was going to hurt him or anything. “He probably wants your knot, yeah? He hasn’t had it yet.”