Chapter 15 Connections #2
I alternate between them, consumed by the taste and feel of my Omegas.
I swap my mouth and my hands, pushing them both higher and higher.
The sight of them together, sharing touch and comfort while I service them makes my arousal spike to an almost painful degree.
It hits every possessive, protective button in my Alpha brain.
They are mine, and they are beautiful together.
Their breathing turns ragged. Sandra's thighs tremble against my arm, and Oli's hips lift higher off the cushions, chasing the edge. I pull back right before either of them reaches the peak, leaving them panting, flushed, and desperate for a real release.
I sit up, shedding my dark jeans and boxer briefs in a hurried rush, tossing them out of the nest. My thick length springs free, heavy and throbbing with a desperate ache.
I want to claim them both. But I look at Sandra's beautiful, round stomach resting against the pillows, and the logistical reality of my earlier confession returns in a sudden rush.
The traditional missionary position is out of the question.
I'm still too heavy. I cannot risk putting any of my weight on her or the baby.
"I've got this." Oli reaches out, catching my wrist with a firm grip.
Oli shifts his position with practiced ease.
He guides Sandra until she is lying comfortable on her left side.
He takes the time to arrange the thick memory foam pillows under her heavy stomach to support the weight, and wedges another firm pillow between her knees to keep her hips aligned and pain-free.
Oli moves in behind her. He lines himself up and pushes his slick length into her wet, welcoming entrance.
Sandra lets out a long, shuddering breath of pure relief, her head dropping back against the velvet pillows as he fills her.
I watch them connect. A heavy, possessive heat floods my veins, driving my arousal higher.
I’ve had a gut feeling they spent time together when the rest of us were out, sharing a unique bond only Omegas can understand.
But seeing it happen right in front of me, watching Oli claim her while she sighs in absolute bliss, satisfies a deep, primal urge I didn't even know I harbored.
They belong to each other just as much as they belong to Ross, Caleb and me.
Oli looks over his shoulder at me. He rests his hands on Sandra's hips, anchoring himself against her back to keep her steady. "Come here, Alpha. Right behind me. I will take all of your knot."
The brilliant logic of the position hits me. Oli acts as the perfect, sturdy buffer. I can be connected to them, sharing the intimacy of the act, without risking a single ounce of pressure on Sandra's delicate frame.
I kneel behind Oli. I line my thick cock up with his tight, slick entrance. I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his waist. I push my hips forward with a steady pressure, sinking deep into his tight, heated core until we are flush.
Oli lets out a wrecked, breathy moan, his head dropping back to rest against my shoulder. “Fuck, I feel incredible from both ends, we’ll be doing this again.”
We form a complete, unbroken chain of bodies among the pillows. I set a slow, deliberate pace. I pull my hips back and drive forward into Oli. The force of my thrust pushes Oli forward into Sandra. The rhythm is synchronized. It is slow, intimate, and safe.
I slide my large hands around Oli's waist, reaching far past him to rest my palms flat over Sandra's bump. I hold them both in my grasp. I feel the baby kick against my hand in response to the movement. I feel Oli's tight stomach muscles clench against my forearms with every single thrust.
"Jet." Sandra reaches back, her delicate fingers finding my solid arm and squeezing tight. "It feels perfect. Don't stop."
Her whispered words snap the very last thread of my careful control. The slick friction builds a massive, consuming fire in my blood. The sweet fog of jasmine and honeysuckle drives my protective Alpha instincts wild.
I pick up the pace, my thrusts turning harder and deeper into Oli's tight heat. Oli matches my frantic rhythm, driving into Sandra with desperate, needy friction that pulls helpless sounds from her throat.
Sandra hits her second climax with a sudden, beautiful intensity. Her entire body goes rigid against Oli, pulling a loud moan out of the Omega.
Oli shatters in my arms. His internal walls spasm around my cock, milking me with a relentless pressure.
The intense, localized pressure triggers my own explosive release.
I let out a low, primal roar, driving my hips forward with brutal, final force.
My thick knot pops past Oli's tight ring of muscle, swelling to lock us together.
I bury my face deep in the crook of Oli's sweaty neck, my hot climax spilling deep inside him.
The connection pulses through all three of us in a massive wave of pure, spiritual euphoria.
We hold onto each other, letting the violent trembling of our synchronized release fade into the quiet room.
I stay knotted inside Oli for a long time.
I keep my arms wrapped around both of my beautiful Omegas, my chest heaving against Oli's back as I try to catch my breath.
The swollen knot softens enough to slip free.
I pull out, shifting my weight to pull a heavy, oversized fleece blanket up over all three of us.
We stay locked in the secure spooning position.
Sandra rests comfortable against her mountain of pillows.
Oli curls tight around her back, and I pull myself flush against Oli, wrapping my heavy arm around them both to trap our combined body heat under the fleece.
A profound, exhausted peace settles over the makeshift nest.
Sandra's breathing evens out first, slipping into a deep sleep. Oli follows a few minutes later, a soft, vibrating purr rumbling deep in his chest. I close my eyes, listening to the heavy rain hitting the large living room windows. This is what life is supposed to be about. Quiet moments like this.