Chapter 15 #3
Bird brushes his fingers teasingly over the other Omega’s sensitive nipples, distracting him from the way that I am now working him open with the dildo, in and out.
When I hit just the right spot, Joker cries out.
Bird glances over his shoulder at me. “Do that again.”
“Omega traitor,” Joker gasps.
“You love it.” Bird leans down to lick up Joker’s neck.
Joker’s eyelashes flutter. “I can’t hide anything from you.”
Liar.
I retaliate by relentlessly hitting the dildo onto the spot that makes Joker whine and writhe.
Bird is panting now too.
He pushes down his pajama pants, allowing his pretty cock free. Then he palms it, before painting Joker’s lips with the head.
Joker’s tongue darts out, licking over the tip of Bird’s cock.
Joker opens his mouth hopefully, but Bird scoots backward. “Can I…? I’ve never fucked a man before.”
I wrap my hand in Bird’s hair and drag him into a deep, passionate kiss. “Never?”
“People wanted to use me,” he replies, softly. “I was property to bring the guests’ pleasure. In Traditional packs, Omegas are fucked, they don’t fuck. And I wasn’t allowed to choose who I made love to.”
Made love?
My nose scrunches up.
Is that what we’re doing?
What love is?
I don’t think that Bird is seeing what’s happening here in the same way that Joker and I are.
Bird shakes his hair free from my hold, before he glances between Joker and me. “I want to make love to you both this heat.”
Joker’s cheeks flush. “And there I was thinking that we’d just be having some wild, kinky sex.”
Same here.
Bird is looking at me so hopefully, however, that I reply, “Whatever you want.”
He smiles. “Then why don’t we start by you riding him, while I…?”
“Make love to me, Cookie?” Joker’s eyes are glassy.
He’s clawing at the sheets. He’s close to tumbling into full heat.
Bird kisses me again. “Because I want to…choose to…and because I am free.”
The words hit me hard.
“Because we’re both free.” I hike up my dress and pull my panties to the side, as I straddle Joker.
Bird and I may still be trapped inside an enemy pack’s cabin in the woods. But things between the Hunters and us won’t be the same after this heat.
Also, after we’ve discovered Joker’s secret: He’s a Rogue Switch just like me.
I don’t know how Phantom will react when he returns.
As I rest my hands on Joker’s sweat drenched chest, my Alpha side is roaring one simple thing, mine.
Bird lays his hand on my shoulder, steadying himself.
Behind me, Bird starts to rock, and Joker moans. I know that he is fucking slowly but deeply into Joker.
“You feel incredible. Good boy,” Bird murmurs, kissing down my back, while he praises Joker. “Keep moving like that. You’re amazing, my perfect Omega.”
Joker keens, blushing.
“Are you blushing, little Omega?” I tug on Joker’s hair, and his cheeks redden.
His cock hardens, while his body is fucking turned on by the combination of praise and degradation.
And by the way that he is staring at me like I’m a goddess, while blinking rapidly, his mind is confused but catching up.
“Aren’t you a desperate, needy thing? Sweet pet, that’s it, push your cock up for me. Let me use it like a toy.”
I rise up, reaching underneath to roughly grab Joker’s cock and position him at my pussy. Pleasure spikes through me at the sensation of his piercing.
Then I slide down onto him, and the pleasure heightens.
Now I know why people pierce their cocks.
Joker throws back his head and moans, overwhelmed by the double sensation.
He humps his hips, while I ride him in tandem with Bird.
Pleasure winds through me.
I run my hand between my breasts, and my skin tingles.
Holding power over this dangerous man but knowing that he is trusting me is an aphrodisiac.
Bird reaches around my waist, while he is still pounding into Joker’s ass, to circle my clit.
I hiss with ecstasy.
“Alpha,” Joker gasps. “Please…”
“That’s it, beg,” I snarl.
“Please, please, please,” Joker chants.
“I love…” Bird gasps.
My pussy aches as the muscles prepare for a locking. It startles me. I didn’t expect to be pulled this far into rut this fast.
My fangs ache.
I can’t bite.
Can’t.
Yet Bird’s confession, along with the tormenting way that he circles my clit while ruthlessly kissing my neck, drags an orgasm out of me that triggers my lock.
I turn my head, and Bird captures my lips in a passionate kiss.
Beneath me, Joker thrashes as the muscles of my pussy contract, holding his cock deep inside me.
Bird drags Joker’s legs onto his shoulders to piston more deeply into him.
Joker is pinned between us.
I can sense it through the bond between Bird and me — a territorial claiming.
Bird would probably describe it as the first green shoots of love.
I simply call it a sense of knowing that Joker is now our pack.
I’ll deal with the fallout after we survive this heat because I am not Joker’s temporary Alpha.
I am his Alpha.
Period.
How will a giant feral Alpha, even if it’s true that he’s obsessed with me, react to my claiming Joker, when he returns from being shot to save my Omega? When he finds his bonded Omega in a nest with the enemy?