Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
TRISTON
“ F irecracker,” Beau murmurs.
She lifts off of me, letting go of my dick. I can’t help but whine, and she laughs.
“Come here,” he whispers. Barely able to think at all, I carefully crawl toward him, kicking off my underwear as I do so.
Before I can ask exactly where they want me, Beau palms my throat and arranges me with little fanfare, adjusting me until I’m on my back and my head’s almost over the side of the bed.
He traces my Adam’s apple and then my lips.
Just as Emily’s rearranging herself above me, pulling my hands so they cup her breasts, Beau guides his dick past my lips.
I swallow around his girth as he pushes far enough I have to focus on my breathing.
His intrusion is the same methodical movement as Saturday, consuming me so entirely between one minute and the next.
My scent explodes from me, even stronger than before, layering around us and filling the entire room.
Only the barest hint of the sourness of the starvation is left.
He runs his hand down my throat, feeling the way it bulges with each consuming stroke of his hips.
I trace Emily’s nipples, trying to be a good partner for her even as my entire mind begins melting around the pleasure sharpening Beau’s cheeks and speeding his breaths.
Emily arches into me, and her vanilla overlays my scent, a combination I’ll never get enough of. In the next moment, she slides down on my dick, and I groan.
“Fuck,” Beau grunts. “Jesus fuck , that’s going to make me come too fast.”
He pulls out until just the head of his cock sits against my tongue.
I suck in hard pants even as Emily sets a pace that has heat pooling between my legs in a matter of moments.
I trail one hand down her side and to her hip, squeezing it hard, my body falling back on all those communications we had while fucking that summer.
She slows just enough to pull me back from the edge.
Then Beau’s fucking my face again, harder than before.
I lose myself to the pace, the depth, the feeling of both of them above me and around me.
Their hands trail over my skin, pinching and scratching and caressing until I have no idea where one touch ends and the other’s starts.
I let my eyes close and lose myself to the pleasure, the surrender of having them both use me after so long.
Beau pulls out with a ragged grunt. Splashes of his cum coat my chest, and then his lips are on mine, stealing my breath as thoroughly as his dick had.
Emily brings my hand to her clit, and I circle it, driving her to the edge until she’s clenching down around me tighter than any damn fist ever could.
I press up into her as she shudders, her scent whipping out from her.
A heartbeat later, her lock tightens around my dick, and pleasure detonates.
My back arches as it rushes through me, robbing me of touch and sight and thought.
I’m nothing but sensation and electricity, consumed by them both in this moment.
Beau’s lips capture my cries, swallowing them before they can wake our daughter, and that only makes the pleasure last longer, wringing me out until there’s nothing left at all.
When he pulls away, I groan and reach for him, needing his touch to anchor me.
He evades my reach, though, the heat of him disappearing.
Emily’s hand twists into my hair as panic sweeps through me, keeping me grounded even as I struggle to remember my own damn name.
I whine again, this time out of desperation for them to stay close, to keep me from forgetting myself in the haze of the touch-starvation.
“Easy, Omega,” Emily whispers against the hollow of my throat. “Breathe through it. You’re doing such a good job, letting me lock you like this. The intensity will fade in just a few minutes.”
I swallow down another noise and focus on the feel of her lips against my skin.
Thought returns to me in increments until I can feel my hands again and remember my name.
I wrap my arms around her the moment I’m able and kiss her temple.
Just as her lock releases, Beau returns, a warm rag in one hand and his sweats back around his hips.
He silently wipes off his cum from my chest… and Emily’s from where she laid against me. Then I ease to my feet and walk to the en suite, dropping the condom into the small trash can just beside the vanity. I splash some water on my face and run my hands through my hair.
When I return, Emily and Beau are laid out on the bed, her head on his chest. He slowly combs his fingers through her hair. The baby monitor sits on the bedside table and the small lamp beside it is turned to its lowest setting.
I slide back into my boxer briefs then stand at the foot of the bed like a complete imbecile.
“You don’t have to sleep here,” I say, blushing fiercely.
Beau holds out his hand in silent invitation.
I swallow down a sudden bout of nerves and crawl onto the bed—my nest. I settle between Emily’s legs, resting my head on her stomach.
The fabric of her dress is almost as soft as the bed’s sheets, and I relax against her.
She traces the shell of my ear absently.
Her scent pulses again, and I relax even more, lulled into safety by the warmth of it.
“Ethan mentioned you need to leave before lunch tomorrow,” Beau says after a while.
I sigh. “I have an appointment at the Haven.”
Emily freezes, and a possessive edge creeps into her scent. Her voice is tinged with it, too, and I shiver. “For the starvation?”
“No,” I admit. I trace one of the stretch marks along her thigh and then kiss it. “No, nothing to do with fixing the touch-starvation.”
“What’s wrong?” she asks. Now she’s truly worried, concern threading through her voice.
I try and organize the words, but they just fall out in an inelegant heap.
“In Oakland, after my last ride, I went out with the other riders to a local bar. The guy who runs my social media said some pictures of me celebrating would be good content.” I shrug.
“I didn’t really want to go. I’d taken a double suppressor before the event started to keep my heat from emerging. ”
Emily’s body tightens under me, and her scent grows more concentrated. I turn until my forehead presses into her hip. I hold tight to her, not entirely sure if it’s for my benefit or hers.
“I ended up going into heat anyway. Sort of. I had a Drop. I woke up in a Haven a few days later. They found evidence of a stimulant in my bloodwork, but I don’t remember taking one.
I never would, not with having taken the heat suppressors earlier.
Every Omega knows just how dangerous that concoction is together. ”
Emily’s hand stills. “You had a Drop?”
I nod and press my lips to her hipbone.
“The Haven doctor said I had to come off the suppressants. Lance cleared my schedule and told me to take a… a respite. Some time away from all the commotion so I could reset. The appointment tomorrow is to follow up since it’s been a full four weeks now.”
“A Drop?” Beau asks, his voice a soft rumble. “I’ve never heard that term before.”
“It’s a distressed state specific to Omegas,” Emily whispers. “The nervous system gets so overwhelmed, it just… shuts down. Really bad ones can lead to comas. Bond sickness can cause them, though those ones have a different name. They call them OBS crises.”
Beau shifts, and then his hand is in my hair and running down the nobs of my spine.
“I was unconscious for three days apparently.”
Emily wraps her arm around my shoulders, holding me tight to her. I relax into her even more—going entirely boneless—breathing in her scent and letting it wash away some of the lingering fear and insecurity.
After a while, she asks, “Can I go with you tomorrow?”
My heart rushes into my throat. She wants to be involved in…
all of that? The fallout of a problem she wasn’t even part of?
All I can manage is a nod. Then Beau’s pulling me up his body, laying me out on his chest without disturbing Emily’s spot at all, like we’ve cuddled this way hundreds of times.
God, I want to cuddle like this for the rest of our lives.