Sorcha felt the knot in his hole pulsing. Compelled by Ronan’s words, the omegas worked their pricks furiously. The wet squelching noise of lube moving against skin echoed lewdly in the dim room, joined only by the sounds of the men’s breathing as Sorcha and Teal drove themselves to the brink of orgasm.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” Teal went over the edge first, shooting upward over Sorcha’s chest and neck. Sorcha followed soon after, containing most of the mess in his hand, having spilled a little less this second time.
With no hesitation, Ronan grabbed Sorcha’s wrist and brought his palm to his lips, licking it clean of Sorcha’s release.
Sorcha watched in fascination as Ronan then reached his hand between the two omegas, scooping Teal’s seed from Sorcha’s torso, bringing it to his mouth and sucking his fingers clean. Although still caught in his primal need to fuck, Ronan’s natural gentleness came through as he grasped Teal’s hand and placed a soft kiss on his husband’s palm.
Lacing his fingers with Teal’s, Ronan rested their joined hands on Sorcha’s hip, using the position to pull the two omegas closer to his body.
The big alpha sighed sleepily as his breathing evened. Teal’s eyes closed in his post-orgasmic state.
Only Sorcha remained wide awake. Relaxed in a way he’d never been before. Sandwiched between the husbands, he realized everything he’d been told about the way alphas and omegas should and could be together was wrong. Or at least, it hadn’t been the full truth.
Because at this moment, in this bed, nothing had ever been more right.
***
An hour later, Ronan was fuckingSorcha on his hands and knees as Teal laid beneath him and sucked his cock.
They'd barely had time to eat a protein bar before Ronan grunted and threw Sorcha down on the bed again, mounting him without ceremony. Sorcha reveled in the way Ronan’s powerful thighs crushed his hips. He was small, even by omega standards, and the alpha’s impressive physique encased him like a glove, dominating him and making him feel nothing but protected.
Ronan had fucked him that way for a few minutes, cock down, almost straight-legged, pushing Sorcha’s head and shoulders into the mattress, until he’d finally leaned back on his haunches and given the little omega a break from the forceful, pistoning thrusts, pulling him up to his hands and knees. That’s when Teal slid underneath. The older omega had peered up at him briefly, seeking permission, and at Sorcha’s eager nod, immediately sucked down his dripping cock.
Teal lay underneath Sorcha’s body with his feet planted on the floor. Sorcha squeezed his eyes shut and moaned as Teal’s talented mouth suctioned his aching shaft. Had there ever been a more delicious feeling than having a gigantic cock in your ass while your own cock invaded a willing throat?
With one hand, Teal held Sorcha’s erection as he tongued it greedily. With the other, he jerked his own.
That won’t do, Sorcha thought. Feeling brave, he tapped Teal on the shoulder and gestured for the other man to swing his legs around. He’d hoped to get into a sixty-nine position so he could suck Teal while Teal sucked him, but their torsos didn’t line up quite right, with Teal being a half foot taller.
Teal seemed unwilling to stop blowing him, so Sorcha settled for reaching one hand out to stroke the older omega. But he fully intended to get his mouth on Teal soon.
Behind him, Ronan’s ragged vibrations continued.
It shocked Sorcha how quickly he'd gone from having never heard a proper alpha growl to being able to interpret Ronan’s rumblings. He could now differentiate between growls of frustration, impatience, and arousal.
There was also a contented growl that would best be described as a purr. When Ronan made that noise, it did something to Sorcha’s insides, made him feel at peace, knowing he’d pleased the alpha. He saw the same reaction on Teal’s face.
The sound Ronan made now was definitely arousal, and its loud reverberation showed how intensely turned on the alpha was. As Sorcha’s hand worked Teal’s foreskin, Teal made exaggerated slurping sounds on Sorcha’s cock, seeing how it affected his husband.
With a satisfied grunt, the alpha released a flood of cum. Sorcha felt the hot stream, even through the condom. It triggered his own release, which Teal gulped down contentedly. Sorcha figured Ronan must be coming back to himself, since he hadn’t felt the need to bite him this time.
As Ronan’s knot ballooned, he flipped onto his back and turned Sorcha to face him. Sorcha became locked in a seated position atop the big alpha, straddling him. Once assured Sorcha could take his knot comfortably at that angle, Ronan reached for Teal.
“C’mere,” Ronan ordered his husband raggedly.
Sorcha’s stomach flipped as Teal obeyed. If Sorcha hadn’t already been filled with Ronan’s knot, he would have needed it immediately. He’d never felt more turned on as he watched Ronan encourage Teal to sit astride his broad alpha chest in front of Sorcha. “Fuck my face,” Ronan demanded.
Ronan propped his head with two pillows while Teal grasped the headboard and lifted himself up on his knees. From his position directly behind the taller omega, Sorcha couldn’t see exactly what was happening, but he heard the distinct suckingnoises as Ronan began blowing his husband like his life depended on it.
The sounds they made were filthy. Indiscriminate and lascivious. The headboard thumped with the power of Teal’s movements as he fucked himself in and out of Ronan’s mouth. The three men worked the bedsheets into a tangled mess.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Teal whined. “Your mouth…so…good.”
Sorcha watched, mesmerized by the performance happening inches from his face. He needily clenched his hole around Ronan’s knot as the sculpted cheeks of Teal’s ass flexed and strained in front of him.
After a minute of staring, Sorcha could no longer resist the allure of Teal’s perfect round globes. He reached out to squeeze and massage the silky skin, running his thumbs close to Teal’s crease, teasing the older omega as he thrusted.
Teal beat his fist against the wall behind the bed as he came with a dull shout. After pulling out of Ronan’s mouth, Teal slumped to the mattress. He rested his head on Ronan’s chest as his husband slung an arm around his back and held him close. With his other hand, the alpha placed a possessive grip on Sorcha’s thigh.
