“Fuck,” he whispered against Xan’s sweat-damp skin. He licked Xan’s neck and shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to him. “Oh, sweet fucking wolf-god,” he murmured. He gripped Xan, shoving in as deep as he could, feeling the rub of Xan’s swollen prostate against the underside of his throbbing cock. He whispered, “I’m knotting you. Hang on. Breathe through it. Such a good boy. Such a good omega.”
Xan froze in his arms, whimpering. As Urho’s knot finished swelling, pressing hard against the walls of Xan’s body and filling Xan’s hole in a way it had never been filled before, Xan grabbed hold of Caleb, choked out a wordless cry, and convulsed on Urho’s knot helplessly. The scent of Xan’s come and the explosion of alpha mating pheromones burst in the air around them, making Urho roar and come again as Xan hunched in wildly and shot hard up into Caleb’s womb, screaming in pleasure and knotting him too.
Beneath them, Caleb groaned and convulsed. He was flushed all over, his eyes rolled back and his nipples hard as he took Xan’s knot. His own cock spurted, and his body shook, riding out orgasms as the pressure against his omega glands and prostate overwhelmed him. Slick gushed out, allowing Xan to settle in even deeper, and everyone groaned, quaking, as every movement forced them all into ecstasy again.
Eventually, Urho came back from the freefall of pleasure long enough to maneuver them—with many cries of pain and pleasure—into a more comfortable position so they didn’t crush Caleb with their combined weight. Carefully, and with the utmost gentleness and love pounding in his veins, Urho tipped them onto their sides. Urho pulled Xan flush against him, still buried deep inside, and Caleb hitched a leg up to sling over Xan and Urho’s hips.
They clung to each other, letting the knots wring every scrap of pleasure from their bodies until they ached and moaned, and still came some more.
Xan and Caleb pressed their foreheads together, whimpering and whispering reassurances to each other. “That’s good, Caleb,” and “Yes, Xan, thank you,” rose up between them. Urho nuzzled Xan’s neck and breathed him in, holding tight to them both as they all trembled and shivered through aftershocks.
“I love you,” Urho whispered in Xan’s ear, while Xan twitched on his knot. “My own omega.”
Xan reached back and threaded his fingers into Urho’s hair, holding on as they blissed out together, flesh locked into flesh.
Xan quivered, lostin pleasure, knotted into Caleb at his front and knotted onto Urho at his back. His ass was stretched wider than he’d ever known possible, and his prostate was alight with pleasure. His cock was constantly milked by Caleb’s ongoing orgasms, and the hot, sweet embrace of his lover holding them all together in his big, strong arms was heaven.
This joining went beyond his former understanding of love. It was blissful, erotic, and so full of tender, aching emotions that his whole body felt like an exposed heart, all shimmering nerve endings and pure adoration. This was his true home. They were the beginning and the end. For once, his inner alpha and omegas were both entirely satisfied.
Honest and perfect and complete.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Days slipped byin a haze of physical pleasure and emotional contentment the likes of which Xan had never known.
As they became accustomed to each other, the rules around their encounters relaxed—with renegotiations initiated only by Caleb during the rests between waves.
So long as neither Urho or Xan behaved toward him in a way that was overly ‘loverly,’ Caleb grew more playful, giving himself up to enjoyment of his omega needs with a raw, focused abandon that Urho openly admired, praising him and using Caleb’s pleasure to egg on Xan to greater heights.
And though the three of them eventually moved between most positions comfortably, it always ended with Xan knotted into Caleb and Urho knotted into Xan, and all of them delirious with bliss, just the way Xan liked it best.
As Caleb’s heat ebbed away, though, Urho stopped fucking Xan and began tending to his asshole instead. Xan fussed about it, regretting the loss of the knot, knowing he wouldn’t get to experience it again until the next time Caleb went into heat. And if Caleb fell pregnant, that could be more than a year!
But Urho was right to deny him. Not being an omega, Xan wasn’t built for knots, or accustomed to taking them, and while he’d enjoyed it immensely, often begging for a knot as much as Caleb had, the reality was that he was swollen and bruised inside. Even a single finger inserted now hurt.
It wasn’t particularly pleasant when Urho pressed ice and liniment into Xan between the final bouts of Caleb’s heat, either. They alternately chilled and burned him, and the promise of reduced swelling didn’t seem like enough to put up with the discomfort. Though Xan did love that Urho cuddled him close while the ice and medicine made Xan squirm and complain.
“Shh, don’t argue,” Urho murmured, kissing Xan’s forehead. “You’ll thank me when you’ve healed up and can take me again.”
“Don’t argue with your alpha,” Caleb murmured sleepily, his face tucked against Xan’s neck and his long body curled up, trembling with exhaustion. He was sticky and hot, but Xan wasn’t ready to let go of him yet. “He knows what’s best for you.”
“You wouldn’t say that if he’d put ice up your—”
Caleb clamped a hand over Xan’s mouth. “Don’t argue with your alpha.”
Xan rolled his eyes, but didn’t protest again. And even though it didn’t feel good at first, there was no doubt that as the last day wore on, his asshole became less swollen inside. He thought he’d be able to take Urho again before a week had passed with any luck.
Eventually, the heat was over, and Urho and Xan woke from a long, deep nap to the sound of the water running in Caleb’s bathroom and Caleb gone from the bed. Xan yawned and stretched, Urho kissed his chest and stomach, and Xan chuckled as he dipped lower and mouthed Xan’s cock.
“I’m broken,” Xan muttered. “It’s not going to get up again today.”
Urho licked the head, smiling as a little dribble of pre-come bubbled up despite his flaccid state. He crawled up Xan’s body to kiss his mouth. “I love you, alpha-shaped omega mine.”
“I love you too,” Xan whispered against his lips. “Thank you for being here with us.”
“It was an honor.”
“You are both disgustingly in love,” Caleb said from the doorway leading to the bathrooms and closets, wrapped in a robe and freshly showered. He smiled happily, though. “But, I’m quite glad about that, because I think we managed something pretty wonderful together.”
