9. Calliope #3
Once he feels me settle, my hips start rocking against Sloane’s mouth, Idris changes the angle and drives deeper into Sloane.
Sloane’s moan vibrates straight against my clit, the sound ripping a sharp little cry out of me.
Idris keeps one hand braced on the mattress, the other sliding up Sloane’s chest to pin him more firmly in place, controlling every thrust so Sloane can’t do anything but take it and keep his mouth on me.
“That’s it,” Idris says, voice low and rough. “Let him feel how wet you are. Let him taste exactly what he asked for.”
Sloane answers by sucking harder, his tongue working in filthy, focused strokes that make my thighs shake as I rock into his mouth. “I need to see,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath. “I need to see, Idris...”
My body falls forward slightly before I’m roughly rearranged, my body now facing Idris as I kneel over Sloane’s face.
Being reoriented so fast, I just stare at my Alpha before Sloane’s tongue spears back into me, one of his hands hooked around my thigh, the other reaching up to grasp my tit through my shirt.
Idris smirks as I cry out, bracing myself against Sloane’s chest. Idris picks up his pace, Sloane’s cock twitching hard against his stomach.
“Look at how well our Alpha is taking my cock,” he purrs.
“And still trying to make you come first. Greedy for both of us.” His next thrust is harder, and Sloane’s answering sound is almost a whimper against my cunt.
“You going to give it to him, Callie? Going to come on his tongue while I keep him full?”
I manage a sloppy nod, my thighs spreading wider as his thumb flicks over my nipple.
“Watch me knot our greedy Alpha and then give him what he wants, princess.” His eyes darken further as he leans forward, taking my lips into a sudden, filthy kiss. “Do you think he wants my knot, Callie?”
I open my mouth to say something when the hand on my thigh disappears, two fingers shoving themselves up inside me alongside Sloane’s tongue. The scream that tears from my throat seems to be the answer Idris needs as he pulls nearly all the way out of Sloane and fucks right back in.
Sloane’s back arches off the bed, my orgasm hitting me suddenly, rolling through me in tight waves that make me cry out and grind down harder on Sloane’s face.
I try to pull off him, Sloane moving with me, twisting until I’m sitting on the pillow, his face still stuffed between my thighs.
I scratch at his back as Idris flips the rest of Sloane before driving into him, pushing Sloane farther into me.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I start chanting, trying to find a grip and failing. I give in, the pleasure almost overwhelming as Sloane ramps me up toward another orgasm before the other is even finished.
Idris locks eyes with me before glancing down where his cock is disappearing into Sloane’s ass.
My gaze falls there too, Idris’ knot starting to swell.
I brace myself against the headboard just as Idris drives forward one last time, that second orgasm exploding through me.
Sloane grunts into my skin, his teeth teasing the inner flesh of my thigh as Idris’ knot pushes into Sloane’s ass.
“Fuck,” Sloane drawls as he pulls back. “Jesus Christ.”
His back arches again, his eyes rolling into the back of his head before a shudder rolls through him.
I glance down to see his face covered in my release, his eyes glazed over with desire but the feralness from yesterday is gone.
Sloane starts pressing kisses along my thigh and stomach, a groan peeling out of him when Idris slowly pulls out of him, his knot softened, and steps back.
My gaze follows that too, hitching on my Alpha’s cock, still half-hard. He just chuckles. “Princess, put those eyes back in your head. As first impressions go, I’d like you being able to walk when we meet Theo.”
I can’t argue with that, Idris heading for the bathroom as Sloane drags me down onto the bed and into a full kiss. He rolls me onto his stomach, edging me down toward his cock seconds before Idris returns.
“Both of you need sleep. You can fuck each other later but right now? No more.” Idris comes to my side, gently wiping down my face and then my thighs. Then he does the same for Sloane. “Especially you. How are you feeling?”
“Like I could go another round or two.” He grins as Idris lightly slaps his chest. “The haze is gone. I don’t think it was a real rut or I’d have locked you both in this room, even with the pills.”
That seems to satisfy Idris as I climb off the bed and discard my ruined panties, Sloane immediately at my back, his lips running along the bite on my shoulder. “Don’t put that on,” Sloane mumbles into my neck. “Your scent is you, baby. It’s who you are. There’s no need to lessen it.”
“What about you? Would you use it?”
I twist to look up at him. Sloane nods. “Probably. Theo’s fear comes from being put in a box, from being pushed around, from Alphas acting like they can force an Omega to do what they want. I’d use it to show that I’m safe. But you already are, Callie. You’re safety and warmth and home.”