Chapter 15
roxie
The apartment door barely clicks shut before we’re on him.
Blair’s scent explodes through the small space, thick, syrupy cherry and burnt sugar, so heavy it drowns out everything else.
His heat has him glassy-eyed and trembling, fingers already clawing at the hem of Sol’s hoodie like he’ll die if he doesn’t get skin on skin right now. We don’t make it past the hallway.
Sol yanks his singlet down his body in one rough motion before getting it down his thighs and tossing it across the room.
His underwear goes with it, leaving him naked and flushed.
His cock springs free, already leaking profusely, slick glistening on his thighs.
The silver apadravya piercing catching the low light from the living-room lamp.
He whimpers when the cool air hits his soaked skin, his hips twitching helplessly.
Sol doesn’t even speak. She simply scoops him up like he weighs nothing, his legs wrapping around her waist on instinct, and carries him straight to the bedroom. I follow close behind, the bond between Sol and me already vibrating with her raw, feral need.
We lay him on the bed and Sol pins his wrists above his head with one hand, holding him open.
I climb between his spread thighs and sink onto him in one smooth, wet glide.
My pussy clamps down around his cock like a vice, pleasure spreading through me all at once.
Blair’s back arches clean off the mattress with a broken, guttural cry.
“Fuck—Roxie—Alpha—”
Sol leans over him, her mouth at his ear. “That’s it, baby. Take her. Let her lock you up like you were made for it.”
I ride him hard. Every roll of my hips makes the lock squeeze and milk him, the thick silver piercing dragging perfectly against my inner walls.
Blair thrashes under Sol’s hold, his hips jerking up into me, the Omega babbling nonsense full of half-swears, half-pleas, my name and Sol’s tangled together until they stop making sense.
I come first, clenching around him so violently his eyes roll back. Then he follows, pulsing rope after rope of hot cum inside the impossible grip of my lock, flooding me until slick and cum leak out around where we’re joined.
Sol waits until I climb off before flipping him onto his stomach. A wild grin spreads across my face as I scoot up against the headboard, Blair scrambling after me to slip right back into my pussy. I let out a yelp as I wrap my arms around his neck, his lips descending on my nipple.
My gaze reaches for my Alpha as she dons my favorite strap, the large knotted silicone bobbing in front of her.
Blair makes a strangled sound against my chest when Sol thrusts into his ass, his fingers digging into my waist hard enough to bruise.
Just the sounds alone have me locking around him, Blair useless between us as Sol takes over with every thrust.
I had no fucking clue it could be this good.
The hours blur together, Sol and I switching positions throughout the evening.
Sol fucks him while I sit on his face. I lock onto him again while Sol straddles his chest and lets him suck on her tits.
At one point Sol has him on his back, legs over her shoulders, pounding into him so deep Blair’s voice cracks on every moan.
I ride his face through it, grinding down until I’m shaking and he’s choking on my release.
The bed is ruined, the sheets soaked, and the pillows kicked to the floor.
The entire room reeks of cherry and gunpowder and leather, so thick it feels like we’re drowning in it.
Deep into the night, something shifts.
Sol has him on his back again, his legs spread wide, fucking him with slow, relentless strokes.
Blair’s head is thrown back, his throat bared for us, his eyes still slightly unfocused and glassy with heat.
Sol’s rhythm falters. Her mouth drops to the soft skin where his neck meets his shoulder. Her teeth scrape once, twice—
She bites.
Hard.
The bond snaps into place like a live wire straight to my chest. I feel it through our existing bond, this new connection nearly overwhelming.
Blair’s emotions flood me in a chaotic rush of pure need and joy so fierce it hurts, terror, and love so deep it knocks the breath out of me.
Sol’s eyes fly wide. She freezes mid-thrust, teeth still sunk deep in his skin, realizing what she’s done.
Pure possessive Alpha instinct. Accidental.
Blair lets out a scream of pleasure. “More, more, more. Alpha, more!” His fingers dig into her back, his legs locking around her waist as he continues to beg for more.
I just stare, confused, unsure of what to do even as I feel my Alpha’s love, guilt, and feral satisfaction crashing through me. My own instincts surge as I climb to his side, the opposite part of his neck from where Sol bit him.
Some part of me knows I shouldn’t, not while Blair is high on our scent and his Omega is in control.
But the other part of me needs this, needs Blair, even as annoying as he is.
When he begs one more time, I sink my teeth into Blair’s neck before I can stop myself.
Blair’s whole body seizes under us as the new bond clicks into place with a rush that whites out my vision.
The triple link flares wide open, three hearts, three minds, three bodies all crashing together in one overwhelming wave.
Blair is shaking apart between us, screaming, “Mine—fuck—mine—Alpha—please—more—”
Sol pulls back, blood on her lips, eyes wide as she stares at the fresh mark she left. She looks at me, the guilt building in her chest. Blair doesn’t care.
He’s still riding the high of the new bonds. He shoves Sol onto her back with surprising strength, climbs on top of her, and sinks down onto her cock in one desperate motion. Sol groans, hands flying to his hips. “Baby—fuck—I didn’t mean to—”
Blair isn’t listening. He rides her hard, his head thrown back, the fresh bites on his neck showing off two Alphas who couldn’t control themselves.
Correction, two Alphas who decided not to.
He comes again with a broken sob, clenching around her, slick and cum everywhere.
Then his eyes roll back and he slumps forward, passing out cold on Sol’s chest.
Sol stares at the ceiling, one hand gently stroking Blair’s back as the Omega’s scent dissipates. “Fuck. Shit.”
I crawl up beside them, the new bond full of Blair’s emotions flickering through me in bright, chaotic bursts even while he sleeps.
I reach out and run my fingers over the new bite on his neck, resisting the urge to nurse it.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” I whisper.
“I just needed to make him ours. He won’t be mad in the morning, right? ”
Sol’s jaw tightens. She looks wrecked. “I let my Alpha take over.” She’s never let go like that, not even with me.
She pulls the blanket up over the three of us, tucking Blair carefully between us like he’s something precious.
Her hand finds mine over his back and squeezes once.
“Go to sleep, Rox,” she says quietly. “We’ll figure this out in the morning. Whatever Blair wants, we’ll do.”
I nod, but the guilt starts to grow in my chest. What if beneath all that begging, he didn’t really want it? I close my eyes and pray he still wants this when he wakes up.