Ronan rolled to position himself with Sorcha on their sides. “He had a breeding orgasm.”
Teal laughed. “I was in the room, my love. It’s not like a could have missed it.”
“What will we do?”
Teal appeared thoughtful for a moment. Then he shrugged. “For now, nothing. A breeding orgasm isn’t a sure sign of breeding. It just makes it more likely. We’ll have to wait and see.”
Ronan’s jaw flexed. “Okay.”
“My love, Sorcha belongs to us now. Breeding or not. No matter what happens. We’re never letting him near his uncles again.”
Ronan draped his arm over Sorcha’s waist, splaying his hand across the little omega’s soft belly. “He’ll go back to Dale and Abe over my dead body.”
Chapter Twenty
Teal
On the morning of the third day of Sorcha’s heat, Teal awoke to the sound of Sorcha riding Ronan’s cock. He lay next to them on the bed and watched as the omega threw his head back in ecstasy, rolling his hips above the alpha as he stroked his shaft with one hand while using the other to brace himself on Ronan’s thigh.
“Sleep okay?” Ronan asked Teal, turning his head to quickly press their mouths together.
“Yes. Considering I don’t have the extra energy of heat, I’d say I’m keeping up pretty well.”
“You’re amazing,” Sorcha said, taking his hand off his cock and using it to cup Teal’s cheek.
“Agreed.” Ronan smiled.
Teal nuzzled into Sorcha’s palm, then gestured for him to keep stroking himself. Still sleepy, Teal was happy just to watch.
Now that their fear for Sorcha’s health had passed, it finally felt as though they could take their time enjoying one another’s bodies.
As Sorcha moved above Ronan, Teal allowed himself the luxury of admiring the younger man fully. Even though they were both omegas, Sorcha was significantly more petite, smaller and leaner, with a paler complexion and delicate features. His narrow hips were half the size of Ronan’s. Teal could make out the tip of his husband’s cockhead punching Sorcha’s belly from the inside—a level of depth only possible during heat, and only with smaller omegas.
Teal stretched his arm out to lazily caress Sorcha’s inner thigh. Staring at the place where Ronan’s massive cock stretched the little omega’s hole, he noticed something.
“You went back to condoms?”
Teal directed the question to both men, but it was Ronan who answered.
“When Sorcha came out of his delirium earlier, you were still asleep. Obviously, he had lots of questions about what happened while he was out of it. I explained that we’d been worried enough to go bare—”
“And I told him I understand why you made that decision,” Sorcha interjected, ceasing his movements. “But since I’m feeling better, I don’t want to take any more risks than we need to. I don’t want to cause you two any more trouble.”
“Sorcha!” Ronan and Teal protested in unison.
“You know being with you isn’t trouble,” Teal reminded him. “None of this is your fault, and we’ll do anything to make sure you’re okay. No matter what the consequences may be.”
Sorcha released a heavy breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I truly understand. But you have to admit that figuring all this out, deciding where we go from here, will be a heck of a lot easier if I’m not pregnant.”
“Alright,” Teal conceded. “That’s fair.”
“As long as you know that, whatever happens, we wouldn’t change this. Being with you,” Ronan added.
“This wasn’t about doing you a favor by getting you through your heat,” Teal affirmed. “If it had been, I wouldn’t have stayed.” Ronan gave his husband an encouraging nod as Teal continued seriously, “My darling, as far as Ronan and I are concerned, you’re a part of us now. Assuming you’ll have us. I don’t know exactly what that means just yet, but we’re going to sort it out. Together.”
“Little one,” Ronan began, “If you wake up tomorrow after your heat is over and realize you don’t want us, we’ll accept it. But we’re never going to push you away. Or regret this.”
Sorcha’s cheeks flushed. “Okay,” he mumbled, rocking again on Ronan’s cock. “But I still want to use condoms.”
