Chapter 16
RYDER
Ryder took in the sight beneath him with a fierce, singular sort of satisfaction, his cock heavy and aching with pent-up lust. Spencer was sweaty and flushed and hard as granite, staring up at Ryder like he couldn’t believe his own fate.
Ryder couldn’t help it: His inner alpha purred. He’d been aching for this since Ash’s first heat, when he’d bossed Spencer around like he had a right to it and Spencer had just … taken it, submitting to Ryder’s every whim with ease.
There was movement to Ryder’s left—Ryder’s gaze darted over to find Ash turning onto his side and propping his head up on his hand.
“You’re staying?” Ryder asked gruffly.
Ash gave him a sharp smile, though his bright eyes were still heavy-lidded and lazy with satisfaction. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Ryder’s chest warmed. He hadn’t been sure what Ash’s reaction would be after fucking Spencer, if he’d need to retreat on his own as he sometimes did.
What Ryder had known was that Spencer and Ash would be fucking gorgeous together, and he’d been right about that.
How could they not be? Ash was a force of nature, and Spencer was so fucking game for any sort of pleasure.
There had been something primally satisfying about watching them that way, Ryder’s omega and his would-be alpha.
“Hand me the pillow behind you.”
Ash reached behind himself blindly and tossed the pillow at Ryder, and Ryder tucked it under Spencer’s hips. The other alpha was uncharacteristically quiet, watching Ryder with a look that was both vulnerable and expectant.
Ryder leaned in and placed his hands on either side of Spencer’s head. He ran his nose along Spencer’s sweaty cheek, humming at the rich spiced-tea scent. “How are you feeling, pretty baby?”
Spencer’s answer was quiet, if flirtatious. “Super turned on, big guy.”
“You’re up for more?”
Spencer nodded.
Ryder rose back onto his knees. “You’re sure?”
In answer, Spencer lifted his legs and wrapped his hands around his muscular thighs, baring himself to Ryder’s gaze. His hole was reddened and a little puffy and way too inviting. “Please.”
Ryder grunted, unable to tear his eyes away even as he grabbed for the lube, covering and coating himself. He ran a soothing hand up the back of Spencer’s thigh, noting a fine tremor there.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Ryder soothed. “I won’t knot you. Not this time.”
Spencer’s cock jerked in the air, and Ryder grinned to himself. He’d thought Spencer might like that.
Ryder leaned in again, cupping Spencer’s chin. “Come here.”
Spencer lunged forward and parted his lips immediately, and Ryder slipped him his tongue, tasting the minty freshness.
Ryder liked that Spencer had brushed his teeth with the toothbrush Ryder and Ash had bought for him.
He liked that they’d woken up here all together.
He liked this fucking tongue piercing, too, and the way it rubbed against him as they kissed. Ryder needed that piercing on his dick.
Another time.
Spencer hummed happily as Ryder explored his mouth. He clearly liked kissing—they should do it more with him, give him all the making out and heavy petting he could want.
By the time the kiss had turned sloppy and desperate, the two of them licking into each other’s mouths like this might be their last chance to do it, Spencer’s body had relaxed again. He was still holding his legs up and back like the good boy he was, but his muscles weren’t quite as taut or tense.
No more waiting, then. Ryder lowered himself to one forearm and notched the head of his dick to that willing hole. Spencer gasped, and Ryder took his mouth again as he pressed in.
He went slow. Careful. He’d never fucked an alpha before. He’d never fucked anyone before Ash—not fully, not like this.
Spencer felt different from Ash—a tighter squeeze, like a barrier and an invitation all at once. There was no slick to welcome Ryder or ease him in, but fuck if it didn’t feel amazing, that unholy constriction on Ryder’s dick.
Who needed slick, anyway, when Spencer wrapped those muscular thighs around Ryder’s back, his hips lifting in encouragement, trying desperately to get all of Ryder inside him?
Ryder gave it to him, working himself in with short, shallow thrusts that grew deeper until he was fully seated. Spencer moaned as Ryder bottomed out, breaking the kiss to pant against Ryder’s shoulder.
“How’s that?” Ryder asked through gritted teeth, trying to resist the urge to pull back and thrust in again with all his might.
“Fuck.”
Ryder slipped a hand between them and gripped Spencer’s cock, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head.
“Fuck!”
And then Spencer was coming, coating Ryder’s hand and both their stomachs, his legs quivering even as they held Ryder tight. Ryder groaned at the way Spencer’s inner muscles clenched and released, massaging his cock in a tortuous tease.
“Christ,” he gasped. “Already?”
Spencer let out a choked laugh. “Can—can you blame me?”
Ash scoffed off to the side. “You’re showing off now.”
“Nah,” Ryder told him. “You primed him for me. When he comes again, that’ll be me showing off.” He cupped Spencer’s face with one palm. “Guess we’ll have to go slow.”
He said it like he hadn’t been planning it all along.
Sure, some part of his inner alpha wanted to claim and conquer, to pound into Spencer with all the ferocity Ash had let loose, but there was also an urge for …
tenderness. Ryder hadn’t forgotten that Spencer said he craved a little sweetness during sex.
Ryder would give it to him.
He kissed Spencer again, long and thorough, until he couldn’t stop himself from moving.
He kept his strokes slow like he’d said, long and deep, running his free hand along Spencer’s thigh whenever he could, liking the way those muscles felt under his palm.
He took little breaks to pause and kiss the shit out of him, ignoring Spencer’s whines whenever Ryder’s hips stopped pumping.
Ryder didn’t know if it was fucked up of him, but there was something about it being another alpha beneath him. He felt powerful. Greedy for it. There wasn’t any of the foggy pheromone haze of a heat either. Ryder was aware of every moment, every little breath and jagged moan.
He was egged on by Ash’s grunts and hums of appreciation, the scent of marshmallows faint but definitely present. Ash wasn’t jerking himself off, but he was watching them with fierce intensity, studying the way they moved together.
“Told you he was going to take care of you,” Ash murmured at some point, reaching out to brush back a sweaty lock of Spencer’s dark hair. “Look how gentle he’s being.”
Ryder didn’t miss the dig. He released Spencer’s mouth and licked a new bead of sweat off Spencer’s forehead. “Some of us like a thorough fuck,” he countered.
Ash grinned. “Oh, I know how thorough you can be.”
Ryder looked down at Spencer. The other alpha’s eyes were glassy and glazed, his mouth slack.
His dick had filled again at some point, but he hadn’t been touching it.
He’d only been clutching Ryder’s shoulders, hanging on for dear life, letting out harsh breaths and surprisingly sultry moans every time something hit just right.
Ryder wanted to take a fucking bite out of him. He resisted. Barely. “You still with us, pretty baby?”
Spencer shuddered. “Yeah,” he sighed. “Feels—feels so good.”
“He really likes it, huh?” Ash asked.
“Yeah,” Ryder answered, even though the question must have been hypothetical. “Doesn’t get it enough.”
“We’ll fix that.”
Ryder met Ash’s amber eyes, catching the glint there. “Yeah,” he agreed. “We’ll fix it.”
Spencer really did look a mess, though: His legs were trembling again, the rest of his dark hair was plastered to his face, and he looked so fucked out it should have been illegal.
Maybe they’d been teasing him too long.
Ryder took pity on himself and Spencer both and picked up the pace, tilting Spencer’s hips higher, getting an even deeper angle into that tight channel.
Spencer groaned helplessly. “Oh shit.”
“Get your hand around your cock again,” Ryder told him, the command coming out in a harsh sort of bark. But he was getting close, and he needed this. “One more time for me.”
Spencer whined like a baby, but he did what Ryder told him.
God, that was heady, the way he didn’t seem to give a shit that it was another alpha ordering him around.
Ryder thrust harder and deeper. His balls were high and tight with his impending orgasm, and he could feel his knot swelling, threatening to inflate fully.
He tried to make his thrusts shallower—he couldn’t accidentally knot Spencer when he’d promised he wouldn’t.
But then a hand snuck deftly in between them, wrapping tightly around the swelling skin at Ryder’s base.
“Fuck,” Ryder swore.
He could feel Ash’s grin from the side. “I got you.”
“Ash has your knot?” Spencer asked. When Ryder gave a terse nod, Spencer groaned, his hand working desperately. “Oh Jesus. Oh ffffuck. I’m gonna—gonna—”
“Fucking do it,” Ryder growled.
Spencer cried out and arched up, his whole body shaking.
His channel was already like a tight, hot glove, and when his hole fluttered and clenched around Ryder for the second time, Ryder lost it, slamming into him again and again as he emptied into the condom, counting on Ash’s fist to keep his knot in line.
Ash squeezed and massaged, and Spencer groaned and clenched, and Ryder’s orgasm seemed to last for hours, whiting out his vision and pulling all his muscles taut.
Fucking. Damn.
After what felt like ages, Ash took his hand away, and Ryder withdrew carefully from Spencer and collapsed on top of him, trusting the other alpha to take his weight.
He could have been nice and rolled to the side, but Ryder wanted Spencer smothered.
He wanted to grab Ash and sandwich him between them until he was just as caught.
He wanted everyone in the room reeking of his sweat and pheromones and cum.