“None of that matters! Do you hear me? None of that matters if he’s not okay. He needs your seed, filling him, making him better! I feel like we’re talking in circles and it’s time to be honest about what’s happening here. The chance of you breeding him is only fifty-fifty. It’ll probably be okay—”
“‘Probably be okay’ is not the same as no chance.”
“We don’t have a choice. Whatever the consequences, we can handle it. But first, Sorcha needs to be okay!”
Sorcha wiggled against Ronan, squeezing his gaping hole around the large knot, seeking more fullness. Teal glanced at Ronan as if to sayI told you so.
“I understand what you’re saying, baby, but I’m not convinced yet. Let me try a few more knots with the condoms and we’ll see.”
Teal didn’t argue further. Giving his husband a clipped nod, he went back to gliding the cool washcloth over Sorcha’s blazing skin. “We’ll give you what you need, my darling,” he whispered.
Over the course of the late morning and into the early afternoon, Ronan fucked Sorcha multiple times. His hardness stuffed the little omega well, especially since Sorcha was smaller than Teal. Ronan experimented with their substantial size difference, enjoying the way he could pick Sorcha up and toss him around, something Sorcha relished in his delirium.
Ronan fucked him from behind, with Sorcha’s face pushed into the mattress. Sorcha rode him, bucking and thrusting his hips like a machine. Ronan stood at the side of the bed and tucked a pillow under Sorcha’s hips, holding the little omega’s feet to his shoulders as he pummeled him with his massive alpha cock, watching it go in and out of the heated hole.
Sometimes Teal joined in, sucking Sorcha’s dick or licking the slick from Sorcha’s balls as Ronan fucked into him. Ronan found no greater pleasure than making both omegas feel good, thrusting into Sorcha as he jacked Teal. Once, as he railed Sorcha from behind, Teal straddled Sorcha backward, allowing Ronan to blow him simultaneously.
But mostly Teal took care of Sorcha, kissing him and fondling him, wiping off his skin and murmuring sweet words in his ear as Sorcha’s delirium teetered toward distress.
As the afternoon waned, it became undeniable that Sorcha needed more. The little omega didn’t seem to enjoy the fucking or the fullness as much, keening and crying as though the thing he ached for was out of reach. Teal didn’t push, even as his facepinched in concern, knowing Ronan needed to reach his own conclusion.
And Ronan did. He was cock-deep in Sorcha, knot swelling while Teal napped on the opposite side of the bed. Without Teal and his ever-present cool washcloth, Ronan felt how hotly Sorcha’s skin blazed. Sorcha’s shoulders shook as his last orgasm dissolved not into satisfaction, but shallow tears.
“Alright, little one,” Ronan conceded, exhaling deeply. “On the next one, I’ll give you what you need.”
“Thank the stars,” Teal mumbled quietly, eyes still closed.
***
An hour later, after briefly drifting off, Ronan awoke to the sound of Teal’s mouth on Sorcha’s cock.
The younger man lay on his back, one hand thrown over his eyes while the other fisted Teal’s hair. Ronan’s cock rose as he watched his two omegas together.
Teal kneeled between Sorcha’s legs, sucking aggressively. He fondled Sorcha’s balls before moving his wrist lower to stick two fingers in Sorcha’s hole, pulling them out to taste the honeyed slick. Then he resumed his task.
After thirty seconds of strong sucking and intense fingering, Sorcha’s release gushed into Teal’s mouth. Ronan watched them with lava in his gaze as Teal swallowed the creamy liquid.
Sorcha’s hole gaped and fluttered, demanding to be filled.
“He’s ready,” Teal said to his husband.
Teal sat against the headboard as he’d done that morning. With care, he pulled Sorcha into his arms, back to chest. The younger omega’s body moved bonelessly. Ronan felt the enormity of how much trust Sorcha had placed in the husbands to get him through his delirium.
Sorcha whined pitifully. Teal braced his hands behind the other omega’s knees and pulled them back, opening Sorcha up to his husband.
“Ronan. It’s time. Fill him up and give him what he needs.” Sorcha’s head lolled back against Teal’s shoulder and Teal kissed him gently.
“You’re sure?” Ronan had about one second before his inner beast would be calling all the shots.
“Absolutely,” Teal answered. “Take care of our omega. Take care of us. Now.”
With a growl, Ronan spread Sorcha’s slick-wet cheeks and pushed into him. Bare.
Ronan reeled at the sensation of being raw inside Sorcha. His growl increased to a steady rumble as he pounded into the man, driven by his need to claim him. The blueberry and jasmine scent assaulted his brain. It almost felt like he wanted to punish him, admonish the little omega for making him feel this good, for making Ronan want him so badly. He pumped aggressively into the perfect wet hole.
He felt the soft touch of Teal’s hand on his cheek, bringing him back to awareness.
“I’m guessing it feels good,” Teal teased lovingly, keeping a steady palm on Ronan’s face.
