Epilogue #3
Another shudder ran through me; a minor orgasm to follow my first. I whimpered through it, feeling slick and cum trickling out of my hole as Dex flopped to the mattress at my side, his chest rising and falling with exertion as he pulled me down and rearranged me until I was lying on my back, his fingers pumping in and out of me, keeping me stimulated while we waited for our alpha to join us.
Then Sergio appeared in the doorway. Through hazy vision, I realized his silver hair was tousled and his cheeks were flushed. He tossed a box onto the bed, then hastily tugged off his own clothes.
“I forgot how intense heats are via our connection,” he explained, kicking his jeans off once they pooled around his ankles. “I almost came just from feeling you both through the bond.”
At my side, Dexter was opening the box for him, tearing a foil packet from a string of them. The ache inside me was already building again, and I was burning up with desperation once more, the reprieve from my first orgasms too brief for comfort.
I made grabby hands towards our alpha —my alpha— and whined.
“I know, beautiful, I know,” he crooned, then his eyes fluttered shut as Dexter slid the condom on for him, stroking him and making him groan. Serge’s fingers threaded through the dirty-blond waves on top of Dex’s head, tightening as he fucked into Dex’s fist for a few seconds.
Ordinarily, I loved watching my mates together, but at that moment I wanted that cock inside me, feeling possessive in a way that I could only attribute to the heat overtaking my senses.
“Alpha,” I begged, and the plea was enough to turn their attention back my way.
“I’m going to sit against the headboard and you’re going to ride me,” Serge said, sliding into the bed on my other side. “You can set the pace, okay, darling?”
I didn’t need any more invitation than that. Within moments, I was scrambling onto his lap, sinking down on him in one swift move. I threw my head back when his fingers gripped my hips, their tips pressing into my ass-cheeks.
Inside me, my omega was torn between relief and confusion. It was like he knew there was a barrier in place, preventing the proper biological connection my heat demanded. But the fire in me still cooled some, enough for this to be enjoyable more than it was painful, and I relished that.
Then I started to bounce.
It was a jumble of memories and sensations from there. Dex’s hands and mouth joined in, and we returned to being a pile of limbs, the room echoing with our panted-out breaths and sighs of pleasure. Dex muttered filthy praises and Serge’s words were sweeter, but just as filled with enjoyment.
“Come for me, my precious omega,” he crooned after some unknown amount of time had passed. Dex’s hand milked my dick while I ground down on our alpha’s cock beneath me.
This time, my body was sending the signs through my nerves and synapses. It had had time to build, the pleasure simmering then bubbling to a boil.
“I’m getting so close, Sage,” Sergio’s words were strained and breathy. “I’m going to knot you.”
“Yes,” I bounced harder, clenching my muscles, desperate for him to fill me up, “knot me. Knot me, please. I need it, I need—”
He groaned. “Come for your alpha, beautiful.”
I went over the edge at the command, and I felt the wave of his orgasm joining mine through the bond, met with a third as sticky warmth sprayed my back. Dex.
“Fuck,” Dexter muttered, his teeth grazing my shoulder, “you two together is always the hottest thing…oh, and there’s the knot.”
He could feel the sensations through the bond, I was certain of it.
Feel the same jolts of intense pleasure Serge was experiencing firsthand as he swelled and locked our bodies together.
My omega grumbled at the muted warmth inside me, at the fact that I couldn’t really feel him spilling his release into me, breeding me properly.
But just this —being sandwiched between my mates, being knotted, feeling loved and protected and complete— seemed enough to satisfy the first wave of my heat for the moment.
“I love you both so much,” I murmured dazedly, slumping forward with relief and exhaustion and nuzzling into the crook of Serge’s neck. He smelled of his usual sweet unicorn scent, and of sweat and sex and that electrical alpha buzz. He smelled like home.
“Mmm,” he agreed, then groaned through another minor orgasm with my movement, “I love you both, too.”
We both gasped and jerked a little as Dexter collapsed beside us, pressing his face into the hollow of the other side of Serge’s neck. The bouncing of the mattress definitely stimulated Serge’s knot.
“I loathe you both entirely,” Dex joked, the warmth and joy radiating through the bond belying the snarky words. “And I can’t wait to spend the next few hundred years doing this over and over again.”
I grinned into Serge’s skin, lazily turning my head to meet Dex’s hooded gaze. I reached over and grabbed his hand, not caring that it was sticky with the remnants of my cum. Or his. I’d lost track.
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
His expression softened, and I felt Sergio’s lips brush my forehead before they dusted Dex’s.
“Me too,” Serge said softly, and Dexter hummed his agreement.
“Me three.”
THE END
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