Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Syrus
“Imay need to take a few personal days,” I drawl, looking over at the bullpen as people work.
Just because the town is so small it can be near impossible to find on the map, doesn’t mean that we’re not busy.
About an hour ago, an officer drove in an omega that had been trying to find us and her car got stuck.
We have video cameras for surveillance outside the town, and someone luckily was out patrolling the area just outside our borders.
The officer found her and brought her in. Shep also towed her car to fix it up. Just another day in the life as this town’s sheriff.
“Yeah?” Iris asks, leaning forward in her chair. She answers all the front desk questions, and can be a bit of a busy body.
“I have personal business,” I tell her with a wry smirk. “I’ll be out for four days at the most, effective tomorrow.”
I won’t tell Isidro’s secrets. It’s no one’s business. I want to make sure there’s someone with a cooler head around to make sure people get what they need. It’s clear he’s a handful off his medication. Harlan and Kyren will need some help.
If Isidro ends up wanting me in his bed, I won’t say no. Fuck. That reminds me that I need to talk to Silva about that. Maybe I’ll ask her to take a walk, or just drag her to the porch for a chat, despite the colder weather.
I don’t want any complications that can be avoided with some straight talk instead.
Iris purses her lips at me before trying again.
“I heard that Silva’s also out. It just hit the community forum that hours are being adjusted, and that someone is stepping in for her. Does this have anything to do with that?” she asks.
“Do I look like I’m going to answer that?” I ask, picking up my keys. “I’m gone. An email is going out with information about who is in charge while I’m out. Have a good night.”
My jacket already on, I tug on my gloves as I walk out of the building. I swear, I love this town, but they are up in everyone’s business. I’m going to bite my tongue and not tell people to fuck themselves tonight.
It’s after six in the evening, and I am cooked after being up early.
Walking into the freezing air, I curse under my breath as the snow falls around me. I’m glad Silva isn’t going to be out in this, and that she’s taking some time off. We may be in the middle of heat mayhem, but I don’t mind.
Izzy is sweet even when he’s being a bratty omega.
Making the trek to my car, I think about how I need to go home to pack a bag for longer than just a night, and then I’m picking up the phone to call Silva to see if she needs anything as I open my door.
“Hello,” she says in a husky voice I only hear under very specific circumstances.
“Hello yourself. What are you up to?” I ask, oddly amused.
I don’t have any problems with exploring things with her scent matches or even Izzy. I just think it’s funny that she answered.
“Are you on your way…fuck, Izzy…”
“Ah, what is he doing?” I ask. “Turn on the video, Spitfire. I want to see.”
Deciding that watching porn in the middle of the police station parking lot is probably a bad idea, I climb into the SUV, glad my windows are tinted. Hitting the request for video, I hear a deep moan before Izzy comes onto the screen.
His tongue is lapping at Silva’s arousal, and her slick is dripping down his chin. His pupils are blown wide with desire, and it looks as if he’s sinking deeper into his heat.
“Are you making Silva feel good?” I ask, my voice deeper than usual. My cock is being very vocal at the moment, punching at my zipper.
“Yes. Get yourself off with us,” he insists. “Syrus, I wish you were here to see how pretty she is when she comes.”
My heart flip flops with his words, while my cock gets even harder. Biting my bottom lip, I turn on the car and lock the doors.
“Do you know where I am?” I ask, watching as he begins to finger fuck Silva. Her noises get louder as he twists and pushes against her g-spot, and I decide I don’t give a damn.
“Don’t…care,” he grunts, sucking hard on her clit.
“Izzy,” Silva wails, and I start to sweat. I suddenly hate that I came into work today. I want to be there with them.
Setting up the phone so he can see me, I open my pants and shove them down my hips until my cock is free. I also tear open my coat and lift my shirt so I can paint my abs when I come.
“The ball is in your court, Izzy,” I say darkly. “Are you going to push your cock in her pussy? I bet she’d love that. Pump her full of cum until she’s dripping with it. Or, use one of her toys.”
“Syrus! Fuck. Your mouth is so dirty. Why aren’t you here so I can sit on your face,” Silva pouts.
For a second, I worry that she might be going into heat, but she seemed fine this morning. She’d have told me too, right?
“I was on my way, but Izzy wants me to fist my cock first,” I say innocently. “What do you want, Spitfire?”
“Izzy, I want your cock again. You spilled all over my stomach last time, and I didn’t get to lick any of it up. Harlan had that pleasure.”
Jesus wept. These two are going to fucking kill me.
“Only if you fuck my ass,” Izzy groans.
The camera moves a bit, and I wonder how they’re going to manage that until the phone is set up so I can see them both. Silva has a knotted anal prostate toy in her hand, and I realize I have questions.
“Did you go toy shopping for Izzy, Spitfire?” I ask her as she sinks down on his thick cock. I can see that she’s planning to ride him in reverse cowgirl so that she can play with his ass.
Izzy spreads his legs wide, and I groan as I see that his asshole is dripping slick.
“I did,” she says, her body rosy with desire. She’s sweating slightly, her skin glowing as I wrap my hand around my cock. “Doesn’t he look gorgeous like this.”
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly, my palm rolling over my crown to spread the precum already leaking from my slit.
Silva begins to roll her hips slowly as she rides Izzy, and his hands squeeze her hips appreciatively. Leaning forward, she shows me the way the toy vibrates, making my jaw drop.
“Are you trying to kill him, gorgeous?” I ask.
“I can take whatever she has to give me,” Izzy says determinedly, lifting his legs off the bed to give me a perfect view of his hole.
“You two are going to give me a heart attack,” I complain, watching as Silva turns off the vibration before rolling the thick tip of the toy through Izzy’s slick.
“Silva,” Izzy growls.
It’s adorable, and not at all scary, but becomes a whine as Silva winks at me before pushing the toy into Izzy’s ass. Her hips begin to rise and fall as she leans forward, giving me a front row seat to her tits bouncing as she fucks and is fucked properly.
“Can you imagine your cock inside Izzy instead?” Silva asks, working the toy deeper inside Izzy.
My hand is working my cock hard, my head dropping back as I watch my phone.
“Yes,” I rasp honestly. “What do you think of that?”
“It’s fucking hot,” she gasps. She grinds her hips down hard, and I realize that there’s a vibration happening somewhere.
Oh fuck. It’s a cock ring facing her clit so she can get off. Izzy’s been wearing it this entire time.
“I want him to bounce on your cock while I ride him,” she moans. Her back bows with a gasp, and Izzy smirks behind her as he pushes his fingers into her ass.
Goddamn, is this a sight.
“Yes,” I groan, my other hand squeezing my balls as I work my cock. “Fuck him good, baby.”
Silva pushes the toy inside of him before Izzy screams.
“Mmm. You’ll get used to the vibration, baby,” she says, her hand on the mattress as she fucks Izzy. He pulls her back aggressively, and I wonder if they’ve been like this all day.
“How are you feeling, Spitfire?” I ask cautiously. “You’re full of cock, fucking Izzy, and watching me fuck my hand. Any cramps?”
“I…no?” she asks, looking confused. Her eyes roll back as Izzy hits her in the right spot, and I decide to let it go for now.
If they’re both going into heat, we’ll figure it out.
“Izzy, oh fuck. Yes!” she mewls, fucking his ass with the toy.
“Allí. Si. Right there. Fuck me!” he gasps.
There’s slick and the sound of their fucking surrounding me as I lose myself entirely to watching them. I’m not paying attention to anyone walking by, all I want is to come.
I can feel the black dots beginning to creep into my vision, and I welcome it. My chest is heaving, and I don’t care that what I’m doing is illegal. All I want is them.
“Are you going to work that knot inside of him?” I ask, groaning as Silva nods, and the knot begins to disappear into his ass.
It’s gaping so damn pretty, and my cock gushes with more precum. Holy fuck.
Silva’s nipples are hard as diamonds, and Izzy manages to thrust his hips to fuck her without his heels ever touching the mattress.
“He’s pulling it in like such a greedy boy,” I moan. There’s an ache in my balls as I get closer to coming, and my fucking toes begin to curl in my heavy boots. “Fuck him good, baby.”
“Are you close?” she asks, her beautiful eyes meeting mine as her breasts sway from the controlled pace Izzy is setting. He moans as the knot slides into place, and then Silva does something that takes me completely by surprise.
Her teeth sink into his thigh, and they both cry out as they come.
Ropes of cum explode from my cock before I can answer her, and all I can do is ride out my orgasm with a silent scream.
My hips thrust up of their own accord, filling the vehicle with the scent of fresh rain. At least it’s a subtle smell.
My ears are ringing, and I’m having trouble breathing as I watch the cum overflow Silva’s pussy. Fuck, I thought that I was bad, but Izzy is still coming.
“Oh fuck, fuck, yes,” he gasps.
Silva leans against his thigh, her body trembling as he grinds her clit against the cock ring. Her eyes roll back as she comes again, and it appears as if they’re on some kind of feedback loop. Did they bond?