Chapter 54
fifty-four
I’m not sure whether Atlas has thought about this before, or if he just has exceptional instincts.
Either way, he seems to know exactly what to do. Instead of backing off, he draws closer, pulling Gideon and me into his orbit.
I suppose I never let myself notice how big he was. Or how beautiful—covered in sculpted strength and flawless brown skin, with every shadow accentuated by the low lamp light.
It’s more than his appearance or his size. It’s his presence. He doesn’t need muscles to be powerful. His dominance is all-consuming; as soothing and solid as it is electric.
It’s hard to believe someone so intimidating could be my mate. Atlas doesn’t feel threatening, though. Especially not with Gideon here, anchoring me with his glowing gray gaze.
Atlas must sense something subconscious through our bond, because he shifts, rotating me to face the other omega. Gideon blinks, his pupils widening when we find ourselves nose-to-nose.
“Is this okay, Vi?” he whispers, huddling closer. A muscle in his jaw ticks as he adds, “I can… leave you two alone, if that would be better for you?”
Atlas emits a low growl at the same second I gasp a whine. Gideon’s tension evaporates, replaced by a soft half-smile.
“You’re sure you want me here?” he teases. Although, with the way he’s watching me, it seems less like a joke and more like a plea. One that stabs between my ribs and rips into my heart.
I reach for him without a second thought, cupping his face. “Yes,” I breathe. “You. I—I—” The rest of my truth sticks in my throat, but Atlas nuzzles a slow scent-mark along my right hand, purring louder to ease the words from my lips. “I never—”
My whisper breaks as I think of the moment I first saw Gideon.
His perfume was the only thing that roused me from my sleep, and when I woke up, he looked like a god.
So angry and beautiful, gilded in silvery moonlight.
Until he spoke and told me who he was, my addled Omega thought he might be one of my mates.
“I never said I didn’t want you, too, Gideon. I—I have this whole time.”
Pain shatters his features, but I don’t get a chance to really see it. Because he makes a low, plaintive sound and seals his mouth to mine.
It’s barely a touch, at first. One breathless brush—the flit of a butterfly’s wings. Then more. Warmth and the gentlest pressure, his maple sweetness filling my senses as his quivering exhale breaks over my lips.
Sparkles skitter over my nerves. My nipples harden as my slippery core contracts, but it’s different from anything I’ve experienced with Finn or Ryker. Instead of desperate, bellowing necessity—all I feel is want.
I don’t need Gideon, the way I might with my alpha mates. I want him, in the purest, truest way.
He seems to feel the same. Sweeping into me like a wave tumbling to shore, he moves in a graceful roll, spreads his shimmery warmth over my body, and sinks in.
Supple skin and silken hair. The velvet sweetness of his tongue. His smooth, full lips sucking at mine.
He’s so soft. Is this why my alphas can’t seem to touch me enough? Do I feel this good?
And—Lord—why does that thought make me perfume?
Gideon feels my body tremble and groans, jostling through his own quivers. Maple pecan twines with my honeysuckle essence. Atlas grunts, his thick fingers dimpling Gideon’s side while his cock kicks against my thighs.
I whine, throwing myself into Gideon’s kisses. He answers with another moan. When my body starts to rub against his, he pulls back to pluck at the straps of my nightgown.
“Want your skin on mine,” he pants, his fingers flying toward his underwear. He pauses there, glancing at Atlas for final approval.
Our alpha purrs loud enough to make me dizzy. With careful, steady hands, he reaches across me and pushes down the waistband of Gideon’s boxers.
The omega’s cock springs free. Rock hard and curved up to his navel, it’s smaller than the alpha’s but so perfectly formed. My eyes glaze over as I stare at it, memorizing the shades of his ruddy pink head and throbbing blue veins so I can paint them later.
It’s also covered in slick, I note. And weeping more from the precise slit at the top of its crown.
Atlas grips the twitching length and gives it a tug. “Good boy, telling us what you want,” he husks. “You know Daddy likes that. You’ll have to teach Violet what else you know.”
Gideon’s eyes roll back as Atlas strokes him, firm and slow. I watch, mesmerized. Transfixed on the way more slick pools at the top of the alpha’s fist.
There’s also a sheen wetting Gideon’s chiseled thighs.
Atlas tracks my gaze to it and offers a small, warm smile.
“Omegas with cocks can make slick from both holes,” he teaches, putting on a perfect professor voice.
“But his cum is different.” Another twitch of humor touches his mouth. “You’ll see.”
I want to see. Now. The frantic whine that ekes out of me snaps Gideon from his bliss. He shoots Atlas a dark look, clearly annoyed with his alpha for distracting him.
Atlas chuckles, releasing his omega’s erection and gesturing at my nightgown, offering us the permission we both crave. Gideon doesn’t waste any time. He peels the thin material off my skin. It goes flying toward the foot of the bed, joining his boxers.
God, his skin feels so good.
We surge back into each other and melt. Everything about him is somehow perfectly soothing and arousing at once.
There’s no alpha musk or knot, which keeps my head clearer—but the smooth strength of his chest grazes my nipples until they ache.
His long, slick cock paints my belly with his sweet perfume.
And when I wrap my leg over one of his sides, his hip is perfectly level with my soaked center.
Atlas purrs and growls, working us both up with praises and prompts until we’re grinding into each other, leaving swaths of wetness everywhere.
“That’s my good boy, rubbing that perfect cock on our omega.”
“You look so beautiful when you moan for him, baby girl.”
“I bet your pussy will feel so good clamping on his cock.”
I cry out, arching into Gideon with a particularly ferocious buck. He nips at my lower lip, gasping as he finally pushes me onto my back and settles between my legs.
He rears up, putting his flushed cock on full display as it dribbles slick onto my belly. His burning, blown-out eyes sink into mine. “Can I have you,” he begs, “right here?”
His meaning is clear. He wants Atlas to watch. Or maybe even be a part of this.
This time, my answer is easy. Effortless. “Yes.”
Cool white flames flicker in Gideon’s gaze. It flits down my naked form, tracing the pink points of my breasts, the shape of my waist, the shining cleft at the juncture of my thighs. His erection jerks, pumping out a fresh layer of slick.
He balances on one hand, gripping himself to align our bodies. His round, silken head slides through my swollen lower lips, settling against the trembling opening of my pussy. I whine, and he tosses me his most handsome, rueful smile.
“It’s been a while since I’ve set the pace,” he murmurs, glancing down at us before looking to Atlas. “You might have to give me a lesson, Daddy.”
Smoky pleasure sifts through Atlas’s dark irises. “Show me,” he commands. “I bet she’s already fluttering for you.”
He’s right—my inner muscles clutch in rhythmic squeezes, begging for the glide of the other omega’s thickness. Gideon feels the opening kiss the head of his dick. His eyes blaze, and he groans, sinking into me with one glorious plunge.
Oh God.
Steely girth and scorching heat. So much slick. My body seems to know his is different. As it bathes my depths, tingles of bliss spark over every nerve.
“Oh!” I gasp, my whole body arching toward him. “Gideon!”
Mine must be the same for him, because his shimmering gaze locks onto my eyes, echoing my shock. His jaw hangs slack as he glances at our joining again, trying to process how impossibly right we feel together.
He only pauses for one second before he loses control. His lithe hips begin pistoning. Quick, mindless rolls that feel as desperate as my helpless grinds.
We both whine. He grits his teeth. My nails scrabble over his shoulders. The desperation builds and burns, pleasure so needful it’s almost pain.
When Gideon releases a whimper of his own, a solid, smooth voice interrupts.
“Shhhh. Settle, omega.”
In truth, for a moment, I forgot Gideon and I aren’t alone. We both whip our heads to face the alpha on his knees beside us. His dark eyes are full of tender affection as he runs them over the man inside me… and then to me, as well.
He reaches one large, brawny hand over and pets my head while the other squeezes Gideon’s nape. I feel the gorgeous omega relax, slowly working his glistening length all the way into me as his hips go lax.
The quiet whine in my throat draws his eyes back to me. He lowers himself onto his elbows, framing my face with his soft hands. Brilliant gray beams lock onto my gaze. “Do you want Daddy to help me take you?”
I bite my lip, still scared to admit how much I want Atlas, too. Gideon feels the way my core clenches, though. Sparks skitter through his irises.
“He’s so fucking good, Vi,” Gideon husks, his cock straining higher inside me. Dazzling abandon flashes in his eyes. “I want to show you.”
God, he’s mesmerizing. For another moment, I wonder whether this is how my alphas feel when they look into me. Is it… how Gideon feels, right now?
The thought fills my chest with something delicate and shimmery. Hope, I think.
Atlas greets my emotion with a warm rush of approval. The combination makes it easy to agree, bobbing my head in a graceless nod that widens Atlas’s smile and glosses Gideon’s eyes.
“Okay, sweet girl,” he whispers, scent-marking my cheek. “I’ll let Atlas take me while I take you, huh? Show me how to make you come on my cock.”