Ronan’s response was another growl. He thrust his hips into Sorcha. Hard.
“Relax,” Teal soothed. “You’re there now. Where you’ve wanted to be for two days. Maybe even months. Let it happen.”
Ronan took a fortifying breath, tipping his chin sideways to peck Teal’s palm. After another exhale, he rolled his hips forward, closing the distance to place a lingering kiss on his husband’s lips before leaning down to do the same to Sorcha.
Gaining control, Ronan began a slow, steady tempo as the three of them maintained their intimate position. Teal held Sorcha upright, tenderly embracing him.
In response, the younger omega sighed. It was the most contented noise he’d made all day.
“You’re leaking pre-cum into him,” Teal whispered. “It’s already helping.”
Ronan nodded. He probably could have come right then with only a few well-positioned strokes, but now that he had more command, and as Sorcha improved by the second, he felt compelled to prolong their bliss.
“Do you feel that? Do you feel our alpha, giving you what you ache for?” Teal dragged his tongue across the shell of Sorcha’s ear, and the other omega shivered. “Doesn’t it feel amazing?” Teal continued, his dreamy tone working on Ronan too. “That big alpha tool shoved inside you, pressing down on all the right places. He knows how to work his cock, doesn’t he, my darling?Mmm.”
Ronan squeezed his eyes shut, emboldened by Teal’s words, spurred on by the knowledge his husband was enjoying this as much as he was.
Buried within Sorcha, Ronan felt that sense of rightness threaten to overwhelm him again.
And then he felt something else.
Sorcha’s womb.
His cock brushed against the soft mass of tissue. Rubbing the underside of his dick against it was one of the greatest pleasures an alpha could experience. Sensation buzzed along his spine as Sorcha trembled, feeling the deep, secret caress as well. Ronan’s inner alpha roared at knowing he was the first to touch Sorcha this way.
Sorcha’s breathing evolved into sharp pants as Ronan rubbed his cockhead back and forth over the thinning opening. Teal ranhis hands along Sorcha’s arms. The older omega surely knew what was happening but stayed quiet, allowing the beautiful moment to exist in silence.
Ronan rubbed and rubbed. Every pass of his bare shaft over the entrance to Sorcha’s womb felt like a jolt of electric pleasure. With the condom on, he hadn’t felt this, and Sorcha’s body hadn’t been as welcoming. But now it was as though nothing else mattered.
Alpha and omega.
Omega and alpha.
Peppery sage overtaking blueberry jasmine.
Ronan’s mouth hovered above Sorcha’s scent gland. His hands gripped Sorcha’s shoulders as he drove his cock toward its primal purpose. He circled his hips and prodded against Sorcha’s insides. Seeking.
The little omega’s hole clenched as Ronan’s shaft pushed and pushed, moving in the slick as he worked himself. At the right moment, with a roar, Ronan surged forward. The barrier gave way as the alpha thrusted, penetrating Sorcha’s most sacred place.
Semen jetted from Ronan’s cock.
Sorcha keened wildly in Teal’s arms, the high-pitched sound unmistakable. A breeding orgasm. His dick erupted hands-free.
Ronan shoved himself deep inside the omega, digging his cock as far into his womb as it would go. He released gush after gush of cum, filling Sorcha to the point of bloating.
Sorcha took it all, continuing to cry out in pleasure.
The tight seal of Sorcha’s womb clenched around Ronan's cockhead, holding him in place as the last streams of seed traveled from his balls. His knot popped, and he collapsed on top of Sorcha, both of them held in Teal’s arms.
Immediately, Sorcha’s temperature cooled. It was still high—expected for an omega in heat delirium—but within the range of normal.
Ronan breathed heavily as he recovered, his knot throbbing in Sorcha’s passage, the head of his cock deep within the omega’s womb. He suckled Sorcha’s neck and licked it, grateful that in the throes of one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had, he hadn’t broken the skin.
Teal looked him in the eye. “Thank you.”
Ronan picked up one of his husband’s hands and kissed his knuckles. “Pretty sure I should be thanking you.”
“He’ll be able to get some rest in between now.” Teal ran a hand through Sorcha’s sweaty hair.
