“Hand me a condom,” Ronan said again, just shy of using his alpha voice.
With an uneasy expression, Teal reached for the foil packet. He tore it open and handed the latex to his husband. “You know he needs more than this.”
“I know you think that.” Ronan rolled the condom down his aching shaft.
“He needs your semen. Touching his insides and soaking into his womb.”
“Maybe. But before we take that step, I need to be very sure. I want to try it this way first.”
“Once.” Teal spoke with finality. “We can try it this way once.” He gave Sorcha’s shaft a few pumps. Tears streamed down the young omega’s face as he sought release.
“I’ve got you, little one,” Ronan said, pushing into Sorcha from behind. “There you go. Now you’re full.”
With no warning, Sorcha cried out and came. Hot white cum splashed over Teal’s torso and dripped onto the bedsheets. But it quickly became clear that the orgasm had given Sorcha little relief. His labored pants filled the room. The tears continued.
“C’mon, my darling. You need another one,” Teal murmured before leaning down to kiss and suck the other omega’s scent gland.
The burning heat inside Sorcha’s ass was unlike anything Ronan had felt before. He nudged his face against Teal’s, nosing his husband out of the way so he could work Sorcha’s gland himself.Stars!Blueberries and jasmine. So potent and heady. Teal’s hand on the back of his head provided encouragement as Ronan mouthed at Sorcha’s neck, growling.Mine. Mine. My omega.
The mattress bounced and Ronan looked over to see Teal scooting lower. Sorcha’s dick had hardened again. Teal took itinto his mouth, sucking Sorcha’s cock as Ronan filled him and tongued his gland.
Sorcha keened in ecstasy as a second orgasm ravaged his body. He crooked his arm backward to pull Ronan tighter against his neck as he thrust into Teal’s mouth. Teal swallowed Sorcha’s pleasure, licking at his cock and balls until the younger man squirmed with oversensitivity and pushed him away.
That’s all it took for Ronan. His own load exploded into the condom, filling it as he barely restrained himself from puncturing Sorcha’s skin with his teeth. His knot popped and Sorcha’s ass clenched around it.
Ronan released Sorcha’s neck and laid down gently behind him, pulling his knee up so he’d be more comfortable. Sorcha sighed, passed out and satiated for the moment.
Teal inched his way up the bed and pushed himself to a seated position against the headboard. His cock was still hard as a rock.
Ronan smiled slyly at his husband, gesturing to his groin. “You want me to take care of that for you?”
Teal smiled back. “Sure.”
Ronan reached his arm out and wiped Sorcha’s cum from Teal’s chest. He used it to jack his husband’s shaft.
A sense of perfect rightness stole over Ronan, his cock in Sorcha’s ass, a hand on Teal’s erection. He’d never felt his inner alpha so acutely. Teal was correct. This was going to change things. Now that he’d felt this perfection, he couldn’t imagine living a life without it.
Teal moaned, and Ronan remembered the task at hand. His husband needed—deserved—an amazing orgasm.
Ronan knew what Teal liked, a rapid rhythm with a palm twist at the tip of his dick. He used his thumb to press against the underside of the head with each upstroke. Teal breathed shallowly in frustration, his orgasm just out of reach. The awkward angle and the need to keep mostly still to allowfor Sorcha’s recovery hampered Ronan. Finally, Teal placed his hand over Ronan’s, directing his movements to the perfect cadence until he came like a geyser, shooting all over his chest and chin, and coating Ronan’s hand.
Ronan licked Teal’s deliciously sweet cum off his fingers before teasing, “That took a minute.”
Teal choked a laugh. “Well, I’m not an omega in heat. And I’m also not an alpha affected by an omega in heat. So everyone else in this bed has a bit of an advantage.”
Ronan twined his fingers with Teal’s, chuckling. “You are the best sort of man. I am very lucky to be your husband.”
Teal smiled in reply, getting up and going into the hall bathroom. Ronan heard the water run and a moment later his husband returned with two damp washcloths. Teal used one to remove the cum from his chest and Ronan’s hands. With the other, he gently wiped down Sorcha’s forehead and torso before kissing the delirious omega on the cheek.
“He’s still too hot,” Teal stated.
“It’s just the beginning of his delirium.”
As if in response, Sorcha emitted a pained sound.
“He should be sated right now, at least for a little longer,” Teal insisted. “But he’s not.”
Ronan pursed his lips. “Teal, going bare is a big risk. Our situation is already complicated. If this turns out to be a breeding heat—”
