Chapter 25
SPENCER
Spencer squirmed as he clutched desperately at the blankets underneath him.
“Ryder,” he whined.
Ryder didn’t answer at first. Although, that was probably because he was too busy sticking his tongue in Spencer’s hole and licking around his own spread fingers. The man had his priorities straight.
Ryder’s strong, calloused digits were anything but small, and he was already up to three. He twisted them, stroking mercilessly against Spencer’s walls, and Spencer’s whole body went molten, his elbows threatening to give way and send him crashing down to the floor.
“Ryder.”
Ryder lifted his head with a grunt of reluctance, like Spencer’s desperation was a distraction from his task. His free hand was kneading at Spencer’s ass, turning the muscle there to butter.
Spencer sucked in air and tried to remember what he’d been going to ask.
And then there was hot breath on Spencer’s hole again, like Ryder was already planning to dive back in. Spencer hurried to plead his case. “You have to fuck me,” he begged in a breathless pant. “Like, right now.”
Ryder hummed doubtfully, twisting his fingers again, making Spencer’s overfull and aching cock buck uselessly in the air. “You said you hadn’t been knotted before.”
“Please. I’m ready. I swear.”
Spencer clenched around Ryder’s fingers, like that was some sort of proof, and maybe that was the trick after all, because Ryder let out a low grunt and a heavy breath. “Okay, pretty baby,” he sighed. “We’ll do it your way.”
Spencer almost sobbed in relief as Ryder withdrew his fingers.
The other alpha wiped his hand carelessly on the blanket and grabbed the lube.
Spencer could hear the sounds of him coating his cock.
He might’ve liked to watch, but he didn’t think he could move at the moment.
Ryder had been edging him for what felt like an eternity, stretching and licking and fingering.
He wouldn’t let Spencer come, either, insisting he’d be too oversensitive for his first knot.
Spencer couldn’t tell anymore if Ryder was overly cautious or a secret sadist. It was really fifty-fifty at this point.
Spencer shifted on his knees. His hole was clenching on air after so much attention, and his vulnerable position was only adding to the heat pooling in his belly.
They were both naked on the floor of the bedroom, on top of a pile of blankets, even though Ash and Ryder had bought the bigger bed already, as promised. But Ryder had seemed to want a sort of mock nest for this trial run, presumably for authenticity.
Or maybe the thought of fucking Spencer senseless on the floor made him hot.
It certainly made Spencer hot.
One big hand landed on Spencer’s hip, and then the fat head of Ryder’s alpha cock was notching at Spencer’s entrance.
“Ready?”
“Fuck, yes,” Spencer sighed. “So ready.”
He held his breath as Ryder pushed forward. With Ash on birth control and the three of them exclusive, they’d done away with condoms, and Spencer would swear he could feel each juicy vein of Ryder’s thick dick as he filled him.
And god, maybe Spencer should have let him add more fingers after all, because how the fuck was he supposed to take a knot on top of all this?
Ryder pressed his hand down on Spencer’s back, coaxing him into a deeper arch. He caressed Spencer’s spine, then moved up to grab Spencer’s shoulder, locking him in place in order to fuck into him with slow, steady strokes.
Spencer wanted to sob. It was fucking amazing after all that teasing, to be filled over and over, Ryder’s length and girth getting to every sensitive spot inside him.
“Fuck,” Ryder hissed.
“I feel good?” Spencer asked breathlessly.
Ryder let out a low, hitched laugh. “You know you do.”
Well, when did a good fucking not feel good?
But Spencer’s face went all hot at the compliment anyway, and he let his head hang between his shoulders as he rocked into Ryder’s thrusts.
His dick was in agony, aching for some kind of friction, but Spencer let it be.
Ryder had a point about the oversensitivity.
So Spencer let the suffering mingle with the pleasure, the desperation for relief mixed with the hot glide of Ryder inside him, the lewd sounds and the panting breaths.
Their pheromones were heavy in the air, Ryder’s thick, woodsy scent easily overpowering Spencer’s spices.
Maybe that should have pissed off Spencer’s inner alpha, to be conquered like that, but it only made him want to purr.
He liked being weighed down by Ryder. Surrounded by his scent. He liked it almost as much as he liked the feel of Ryder’s hands on him, the heavy grip holding him in place.
A particularly brutal thrust had Spencer keening, and Ryder swore again, low and soft.
His thrusts grew faster and shallower. Spencer whined, fighting the irresistible urge to grab his dick and get himself off.
Maybe one day he’d figure out how to come hands-free, let Ryder’s fat cock get him there like Ash could do.
“S’fucking amazing,” Spencer slurred.
Ryder let out a low, harsh sound, and then he was pulling at Spencer’s hips, forcing him back until he was sitting upright on Ryder’s lap, stuffed full of cock with his back against Ryder’s chest.
Ryder shuddered, holding Spencer down hard and biting at his shoulder with blunt teeth. Heat burst inside Spencer, and then Ryder was swelling, growing bigger and bigger within Spencer’s walls.
Spencer opened his mouth in a silent scream. The intensity was almost painful. Almost. It was just … so much. Like no part of Spencer was left untouched, inside or out. Like every bit of himself had been claimed.
He could come like this. He was going to come like this.
The front door slammed, and they both went rigid. Too late for Ryder, but the wave of Spencer’s impending orgasm receded, leaving his hard cock bobbing red and angry in the air.
Fucking edged again.
But that was Ash’s marshmallow scent drifting in, wasn’t it? His telltale speedy footsteps coming their way, the sound of a backpack being shucked to the floor.
And then their omega was in the doorway, fist deep in a bag of potato chips, studying them both with roving, heated amber eyes.
Spencer stared. It was all he could do. It wasn’t like he could move.
His mouth was slack and open, and he was pretty sure his cheeks were wet.
And his whole body was shaking violently, despite Ryder’s firm grip.
It was either from the intensity of the knot inside him or the torture of his denied orgasm. Maybe both.
Ash tossed the bag of chips aside and dusted his fingers, stepping in closer. “Holy shit, is that what it looks like with me?”
Ryder grunted some affirmation. So, like, good on him for being able to make intelligible sounds. Spencer didn’t think he could communicate if his life depended on it.
Ash came closer still, walking around Spencer to look down at—what? Was he really looking at Spencer’s stretched hole?
Apparently so. Ash clucked his tongue. “Fuck, that’s intense.” But even as he said it, his pheromones were growing sweeter. Like maybe he liked it.
Ryder grunted again, stroking Spencer’s bare chest. “Hush. You’re scaring him.”
Was Spencer scared? He didn’t think so. He knew Ryder wouldn’t break him.
But Ash came around to Spencer’s front again and set his hands on Spencer’s face, wiping at the tears on his cheeks, all soothing and sweet in a way he wasn’t with anyone else. “You should see Ryder’s face,” Ash crooned. “You’ve caught the ol’ alpha obsession. You’re stuck with him now.”
Spencer forced his dazed and fucked-out brain to work. “And—and you?” he asked.
Ash’s eyes blazed. “Oh yeah. Didn’t you know? We’re a package deal.”
He took Spencer’s mouth in a filthy kiss, and Spencer was grateful for Ryder holding him close as he sucked desperately on Ash’s tongue—he didn’t think he could stay up by himself with this onslaught coming at him from both ends.
Ages later, Ash pulled back to whisper in Spencer’s ear. “Plus, he’s not the only one who thinks you look pretty when you cry.”
He must have been telling the truth, because Spencer could see Ash’s erection tenting his shorts. The omega liked what he was seeing, even if he was pointedly ignoring Spencer’s hard cock between them.
As if to contradict Spencer’s thoughts, Ash glanced down. “You’re ready to burst, huh?”
God, he really was. Spencer opened his mouth to plead for Ash’s hand on his dick, but it was something else that came out. “Can I suck you?”
There was a low grunt from Ryder as his hips jerked, and Spencer groaned at the shift in pressure. He was pretty sure if he looked down at his belly it would be bulging.
Ash let out a harsh breath. “Fuck. Okay.”
He shoved his shorts down, freeing his cock, and Spencer licked his lips. He loved that pretty dick. It was so perfect, all pink and flushed, precum already dribbling down the tip.
Spencer would have liked to tongue the slit and get more of the good stuff, but he was too worked up to tease. He couldn’t exactly lunge forward, speared on alpha knot like he was, so he pulled Ash in by the hips and swallowed him down.
Goddamn, he tasted good. Spencer moaned around his mouthful, and Ash cursed, resting his hands in Spencer’s hair.
Spencer knew how to get him there fast, and that was what he wanted today. He wanted Ash all breathless and fucked out like Spencer and Ryder already were. He wanted their pheromones all mingled like it was a real rut, so rich and intertwined that nothing was going to separate them.
Spencer sucked and swallowed frantically, using his tongue to get all that tasty precum. Omegas were so good at producing that shit. Gold fucking star right there.
And then there were the parts that were all Ash alone—the way he hissed above Spencer, the way his fingers tightened all mean around Spencer’s strands.