Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Casey is incredible.
He may be an omega, but he brought so much power to our dynamic the second he joined Elsie’s heat. He was confident but gentle; demure but firm. The second he started calling the shots, we all just bent to his will and everything flew so much more naturally.
Now we’re sitting here while he brushes Elsie’s hair, humming in a way that causes her heavy eyes to close and her breathing to even. He catches us watching them, all three of us completely in awe, and sneers at us.
“She’s particular about her hair,” he defends, but I think we all know it’s more than that. We may not be voicing it directly, but these two have a special relationship that’s clear to see. It’s obvious they are close, but how close is probably the question on all our minds.
I mean, it’s not usual for an omega to ask for another omega mid-heat, the territorial designation they are. And the fact that she did while we’re her scent matches—that means something.
She trusts him, and now all three of us are starting to as well.
Despite that, conversation has been limited.
Every time we get a little time to relax, we’re either taking care of Elsie’s other needs, or getting some shut eye.
There’s a million questions I want to ask Casey, like what he wants to do after graduation, what’s his favorite breakfast food, and what kind of traditions does he want to make in his pack?
Even now, when I’m trying to muster up the courage to speak to him, Elsie’s face pinches.
I’m not disappointed though, because my alpha immediately stirs inside my chest, ready to give his scent match any kind of attention that she needs.
She groans in pain, her head falling back onto Casey’s shoulder.
“Who’s geared up?” Casey asks.
“I’m good to go,” I tell him.
Raivat nods. “Me too.”
Brodie is still sleeping on the floor, his head lolling and his tongue hanging out the side.
“I’m guessing he’s not,” I joke, which actually earns me a short laugh from Casey.
“Looks like it’ll just be us,” he says. “Did she say you guys could do double penetration?”
My eyes go wide. “What?”
“Double penetration,” he repeats. “Like, one in front, one in back?”
My stomach dips and ignites.
Raivat nods. “Her profile listed it as preferable.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he decides, but I still haven’t gotten past double penetration. He must see the hesitation on my face because he follows up with, “Have you guys done that before?”
“No,” I stutter.
His lip twitches.
“We’ve never shared anyone before,” Raivat tells him. “We were prepared to after signing up for the app, but Elsie is the first person we matched with.”
He nods, thinking it over. “Okay, so I’ll talk you guys through it.”
My brows scrunch. “How do you know so much about double—” I stop abruptly, realizing that the words feel weird to say out loud.
His cheeks pinken. I realize this is something that he may not be honest about, but then he sighs.
“I always pictured helping Elsie with her heats. Or… you know, being there for support. I never actually knew I would be here, but I just thought, if I knew how it worked, I could be more useful.”
Something about the statement causes my heart to pinch in my chest. “You’ve been so helpful,” I tell him.
He nods, although I’m not sure if he believes me. Elsie winces again, her hand clutching her stomach, and Casey decides to move on.
“Raivat, lie on your back,” Casey says, then he turns to our omega. “Climb on top of him, baby.”
Elsie listens and crawls onto him, her knees buckling slightly. Raivat leans forward and wipes sweat from her brow. The movement has her leaning into his touch, her eyelashes fluttering closed.
“Now you,” he says to me, and my heart speeds up. “Get behind her.”
God, it’s such a turn on when he bosses us around.
I listen as if I was just barked into submission, shuffling forward until Elsie and I are touching.
My hands trail over her back, softly brushing over her smooth skin until she hums appreciatively into Raivat’s shoulder.
He kisses her neck down to her shoulder, and then she’s moving her hips slightly, trying to get friction where she needs it most.
Raivat doesn’t wait for Casey’s instruction.
He pulls Elsie up and slides her right down onto his cock.
They let out a harmonizing moan as they join together, both of their mouths agape as the feeling overtakes them.
I can’t help the grin that spawns as I watch them together: her digging her nails into his chest, him biting his lip to maintain control.
“Try to keep her still, Raivat,” Casey says before snapping something open.
He grits his teeth. “I’ll try.” He puts his hands on her hips, gently holding her down so she can’t gyrate on him. She whines in response, apparently unhappy that he’s not allowing her to have her way with him.
Casey moves closer and gets on his knees. He kisses her cheek gently and whispers, “It’ll get much better in a second, El. Please be patient for us.”
It doesn’t placate her completely, but she huffs out a breath that says she’ll play along anyway. I flatten my lips to keep myself from laughing at how cute she is.
Casey squeezes something onto her ass in front of me, and all amusement leaves as I realize what’s happening.
“Do you want to prepare her, or shall I?” Casey asks, his eyes challenging.
Despite how unprepared I feel, I say, “Why don’t we both prepare her?”
His pupils dilate and I pull my chin up in triumph.
“Fine, but you start.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice as I swipe the liquid down and over Elsie’s hole. She preens, arching her back at the slightest touch, and my cock twitches against her thigh.
With the lube and her slick, it’s easy to get one finger inside her. Slow, but easy, as I glide into her bit by bit, listening and loving the little gasps and moans that it pulls from her. I turn my gaze to Casey and arch a brow as if to say ‘Are we still doing this?’
I think I see a tiny bit of amusement at the corner of his lip before he crawls forward.
He smooths soft circles into Elsie’s back with one hand, then brings his other hand to me.
He’s hesitant, a little bit shaky, but I find myself reaching for him, letting my thumb caress over his in silent comfort.
He hasn’t fucked her since he’s been here. He’s barely even touched her unless she was asking him to. Whatever they have with each other has clearly not been talked about, because he seems to be cautiously skirting around what is and isn’t acceptable for their relationship.
Despite Elsie being in heat, despite her asking him to be here, he still seems to be doing his best to respect her boundaries. I think the problem might be that he doesn’t know where that line lies.
I’m certainly not going to push him to jump over it.
He must sense this, because he finally moves his hand into place with mine and starts to work a digit into her.
She mewls, and Casey closes his eyes like he’s trying not to lose himself in her.
I get it. I think we’ve all had that issue one time or another the past few days, and when he finally opens them again, determination flickers over his features.
Our hands are touching, energy zapping between us, but I keep my hand still as he works his finger into her.
I let my thumb brush over his hand once more and a small gasp escapes him.
His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his gaze staying on the space where our fingers move inside her, feeling her.
It’s an interesting combination of feelings, I realize. Doing this with him, bringing her pleasure together. It’s not what we thought would happen at the beginning of this heat, but it feels nice. It feels right.
His masala scent heightens, a beautiful mix of spices that lets me in on how aroused he is. I lick my lips, wishing to taste it directly from the source, but the movement catches his attention and brings him back to reality.
Casey lets out a shaky breath. “I… I think she’s ready.”
He scoots back just enough to look at Elsie.
She recognizes him immediately, zones in on his crystal-blue eyes.
He cups her face, swallowing her sigh as he kisses her softly.
When he pulls back, there’s a light in his face that wasn’t there before.
No anxiety; no worry. It’s just him and her, working through this together.
He doesn’t say anything, just offers her support before looking at me and giving me the okay to continue.
She whimpers as I push into her, inch by inch. It’s slow, so much so that it’s borderline painful, but her sounds bring me back to the present. Her pleasure grounds me; it’s my center. I want nothing more than to bring amazing feelings to this omega. My omega.
I bottom out inside her and curse into her shoulder.
“Fuck. Omega,” I growl, just before I pull my beast back. I need to be methodical, especially since it’s my first time doing this with our scent match, so I take a deep breath, and when I feel like she has adjusted enough, I move.
It probably looks like a silly dance between us from the outside, but the feeling is incredible.
Raivat and I move together to accentuate her pleasure, working her over as much as her body can take.
Every once in a while, we’ll catch eyes over her shoulder and agree to change the pace or angle.
I’m not sure if we’re just on the same wavelength or what, but it works out every time when she gives us an exuberant affirmation.
“When she’s close, pull out and come on her,” Casey whispers by the shell of my ear, sending goosebumps down my back.
I give him a firm nod, already feeling like I’m going to lose it.
When her cries heighten and her pulsing around me becomes too much, I pull out and stroke myself instead, spilling myself on top of her with a rough grunt.
For an orgasm in my hand, it’s incredible.
And when I look over and see Casey’s dazed eyes staring at my cock, it only intensifies it more.
To give Elsie and Raivat space, I test my boundaries and sit next to the other omega. He doesn’t push me away, doesn’t acknowledge me; he keeps his arm in place despite the warmth of our skin so close together, the static building between us.
Still, his eyes are set clearly on Elsie as Raivat fucks his knot into her. When she shatters around him with the prettiest sound, all the tension in the room dissipates. My chest feels lighter knowing that she is satiated and isn’t hurting anymore.
Casey huffs out a breath, and I can see the anxiety ease out of his forehead. He was just as pent up as me… just as worried about not being able to help her when she needs us, but we pulled through.
My hand finds his shoulder. It was meant to be in simple camaraderie, but there’s a spark of energy that thrums through me the second our skin touches. Our eyes catch and I can’t help but beam, my cheeks hurting from the exchange. Casey bites his lip to hide his grin.
I wonder if he’ll be able to let us in, if he can see himself in this exact same position with us.
God, I hope so. There’s nothing more important to an alpha than having an omega to take care of, so the idea of having two makes everything inside me tremble. With need, with desire, and with all the love I have to give.