Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
CIAN
I’m so angry I can’t see straight, but I can’t act on it right now.
Undressing, I watch as Kevin swallows down Morgan’s cock like it’s the perfect ice cream flavor.
The smug bastard’s eyes roll back as he thrusts, while I move behind the struggling omega.
That little knot isn’t going to give him what he needs.
Lifting Kevin off the toy, I shush him as he complains.
Whatever he wants to say is lost in a strangled moan as Morgan refuses to release Kevin’s hair as he continues to fuck his face.
Pushing the stationary board and toy off the bed, I move in its place.
Kevin relaxes as I fill his ass, my lips on his back as I pull him down it.
He’s been a very bad little omega, and I’ll be discussing the importance of using his words later.
There is no running from me, not anymore.
I’ve spent the last few months looking for him, and I’m not losing him the way I did Bea.
My chaotic emotions mean that I fuck his hole harder than I normally would, and I slap his hands away when he moves to fist his cock.
“Ignoring me isn’t going to work anymore, Kevin,” I growl, sucking on the pulse point on his throat. “You’re going to be shitting my cum out of your ass for days. Every time you move, you’ll feel the delicious ache that reminds you that I fucked this tight hole.”
“Jesus wept, Cian,” Morgan shudders with a gasp. “He might come just from your words.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I smirk. My cock stretches Kevin’s ass so much better than the paltry toy, and I take great pleasure when his fingers dig into my thighs, begging for more. “Now, I plan to knot you and stay for a while. Get used to it.”
Morgan’s hips piston, driving his cock in and out of Kevin’s mouth. I can see how shiny it is from his saliva, and I squeeze the bad little omega’s balls tightly, enjoying the way he squirms with a whine.
“Relax and let me fuck my knot into you,” I growl. “After I come, Morgan is going to join me in your tight ass. I may hate the fucker, but I have no problems using his cock for my own devices.”
“Do I get a say in it, bossy fucker?” Morgan grunts. “Oh fuck. Kevin, give me teeth. I love it. Yes. God, just like that.”
“Don’t bond with him,” I whisper into Kevin’s ear. “If I have to share you with him, we’re bloody well doing it at the same time.”
I’m sure I’m confusing Kevin, but Morgan simply moans as he shoots ropes of cum down his throat. We’ll have to have a talk about this once our omega is bonded and well fucked.
I see the worship in Morgan’s eyes when he looks at Kevin.
I’m not an idiot. I don’t think they’ve ever met before this.
Fate is playing her hand here, and I don’t want the bitch to be angry with me.
It’s very hard to believe that I’d ever be willing to bend when it comes to Morgan, but I need more information before I make any rash decisions.
My chest begins to heave with the exertion of restraint as I push my knot into Kevin’s ass.
“Alpha, please,” he whimpers, his hands moving until his fingers are buried in my hair. Cum escapes his lips that he couldn’t swallow down fast enough and my lips twitch at how cute he is.
“My name better be on your lips instead when I finally let you come,” I rasp, licking up his throat. Fuck, he smells and tastes so good, it makes me desperate to bite him. “Show me you know what it is.”
I’ve given it to him already, and Morgan has also used it. I want, no need, to hear it from his lips before his ass finishes sucking my knot inside of him.
Kevin gasps in a breath as he keens, his body arching as he takes my knot. Morgan leans back to take in the view like a dick, so I’m ignoring him. He can stare at my knot stretching Kevin all day long, it won’t change the fact that he’s stuck with me.
I plan to have him make it up to me. Would firing my chef so that he can make all the meals for Kevin and I be enough? Fuck, what if he’s a terrible cook? I’d rather not die of food poisoning.
Scratch that. I’ll have to think of something else.
“Cian, oh God, please!” Kevin screams. “I need it all.”
“Do you need to come, little omega?” I tease, biting down on his shoulder.
“Yes, yes, I’m gonna die,” he says dramatically.
Smirking, I nod. “Come,” I bark, pulling him down so my knot slams the rest of the way in.
Kevin screams wordlessly, his hands still holding my hair as his cock bounces as he comes. It means that he paints a bemused Morgan with his cum. Grinning in amusement, I watch as Morgan drags his finger through Kevin’s cum before sucking it off.
“Lay down,” I growl at Morgan. “I draw the line at being fucked by you.”
“What?” he asks, but Kevin knows exactly what I mean and leans forward slightly to grip behind the strong alpha’s knees.
Pulling hard, he topples Morgan onto his back.
“Good boy,” I purr into his ear, making him shiver.
“More, Alpha,” Kevin whines.
Not wanting to make him wait, I lean him forward and hook my hands underneath Morgan’s shoulders, pulling him into position.
“God, you’re such an asshole,” Morgan grumbles.
“I’m a man who knows what he wants,” I mutter, pulling Kevin's head back by his hair to distract him from my actions.
Working by touch, I wrap my hand around Morgan’s cock, ignoring his grunt of surprise as my hand fondles him a little more than necessary. Despising him doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the velvety warm soft steel of his cock, or notice how it curves slightly.
Realizing I’ll need to adjust, I continue to kiss Kevin as I move him higher up on his knees. Lining Morgan up with where I’m connected with Kevin, I grin against the little omega’s lips as I push him down on Morgan’s cock.
“You’re dangerous,” Kevin moans, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxes into the stretch of two cocks inside of his tight hole.
“For others,” I admit, kissing him again. “Not to you. That’s a conversation for later though. Now, relax. How’s the pain?”
“Hurts,” he sighs, trying to push down on Morgan’s cock. He’s not in control, I am. He’s impatient, and I don’t want to hurt him.
I’m a controlling bastard, but safety is important.
“I know,” I soothe, guiding him down.
Morgan’s jaw could cut glass with how hard he’s clenching, but I couldn’t care less. This is about Kevin, which is why he’s not complaining.
“You have permission to stroke your cock,” I croon into Kevin’s ear. “Let’s see you turn Morgan into a cumsicle, shall we? Paint all those pretty muscles in cum.”
“You think I’m pretty, huh?” Morgan asks, groaning as Kevin’s asshole releases a huge amount of slick. It means that he slides down to his knot without warning, and Kevin cries out in surprise.
“Pay attention,” I snap, ignoring him some more. “You’re going to take another knot very soon, Kevin.”
“God, I need it,” Kevin confesses.
Morgan grunts as he listens to Kevin moan. Dropping his head back on my shoulder, the greedy omega continues to stroke his cock as he begins to come. He’s such a good listener.
“I’m strangely pleased with how your cum looks on my skin,” Morgan mutters, sitting up.
Kevin and I gasp at the sudden change in position. On his knees, Morgan kisses Kevin’s lips as I reach between his legs to rub his taint. Kevin writhes between us, and I can feel the telltale tingle at the base of my spine that warns me that I’m going to need to come soon.
Taking control, I press down on Kevin’s hip as he begins to take Morgan’s knot. Thrusting my knot shallowly to help me come faster since Kevin needs my cum, I close my eyes at how intimate it feels to have Morgan sliding against my cock.
The pressure feels really fucking good, and the added knot is what makes me blow. Groaning, I suck on Kevin’s ear, pleased to hear him begin to keen. I plan to find all of his sensitive spots.
“Alpha, oh fuck. I’m so full,” he gasps.
“We’re going to keep you stuffed with knots and cock,” I growl. “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”
Without warning, Kevin bursts into tears, and Morgan glares at me over his shoulder. Wincing, I wrap my arms around his chest.
“What is it?” I ask. It could be my words, or how overwhelmed he is with all of the other stimuli he’s experiencing.
“I’m sorry I ran,” Kevin confesses. “I don’t want you to use me.”
“Use you for what?” I ask, confused.
“My brain,” he wails.
That’s not helping.
“Kevin,” I say sternly. “I want to fuck you for your tight ass, not your brain. Are you talking about your affinity with computers?”
“Yes,” he sniffles. “The things I can do are dangerous in the wrong hands.”
“I pay people very well to do the illegal shit I need done,” I chuckle under my breath. “I don’t need to fuck you over to take anything from you. Is that why you’re avoiding me?”
“Ye…fuck…oh!” he gasps, his bubble of concentration bursting.
Amused and concerned that he’d think so lowly of me after I saved him from that exact thing, my lips clash against his. Teeth gnash against each other, tongues tangle, and Morgan’s friction against Kevin’s cock as he sandwiches him against me paints his body with more cum.
Heats are messy business. Emotions, cum, and insecurities run high. I can at least clear this up before things go too much farther.
“Kevin, I don’t want to use you at all,” I murmur against his lips. “Create, sell or don’t, that’s none of my business. I want to fuck, feed, and house you, though not in that particular order. You’re moving in with me.”
“That’s very…dammit. How are you coherent?” Morgan groans. “Fuck, you’re a smug bastard.”
“You should get used to it since I’ll have movers at your place after this heat. I had someone find out where you live last week,” I smirk.
“Insufferable,” Morgan mutters.
“I can’t think,” Kevin moans. “Fuck, wasn’t I promised bites? Why isn’t anyone biting me?!”
The last is said on a wail, and Morgan and I fix that immediately, biting down on Kevin’s shoulders to bond him. In reality, fate can only take you so far. I know that better than anyone.
If Morgan feels connected to Kevin, I won’t stand in the way. I will give him hell for the rest of his life, though I probably will refrain from kicking his ass again. I should probably tell Hayes not to piss in his mouth anymore, right?
Goddamn is my life weird.
The bite triggers everyone’s releases, and Kevin faints dead away between us.
“Are you going to kill me for this?” Morgan asks, gazing at Kevin as he pushes his hair out of his face.
“I don’t generally move people in with me if I’m planning to have them fertilize my garden,” I wheeze, my chest heaving as I try to regulate my breathing. “Nancy was the exception.”
“She’s…” Morgan blows out a breath, shaking his head. “That will never be any less fucked up, Cian.”
“The roses are thriving, so she’s right where she belongs,” I chuckle.
It is fucked up, but I don’t care.