That's all it takes for her to come again, and her clenching pussy sends Tenor over too, locking her on his knot.
"Share?" He positions himself next to Luke, and like a goddamn gentleman, Luke eases her off his own cock, his hand still fisted in her hair using it as a handle as he guides her over to Julius'.
His greedy girl looks at his cock like it's her favourite meal, opening for him as Luke eases her mouth around him with his grip on her hair.
"Show your daddy what I taught you, baby," Luke tells her, and then she swallows around him, taking him deeper into her throat. Luke holds her there for a minute before pulling her back. She gags, coughing a little, but then she's thrust back onto Luke's cock.
"That's good," his pack brother grunts. "So fucking good. Again."
She's led back to Julius' cock, panting and making needy little sounds that go straight to his balls and makes him wonder if she's going to come around Tenor's knot again just from having her mouth shared between him and Luke.
As her throat contracts around him, Tenor groans, confirming for him. "You coming again, baby? You like having us fucking this tight little throat?"
When Luke wrenches her off his cock again, she holds eye contact with him just like he likes, nodding her head at himenthusiastically. "Yes, daddy."
And then she's thrust back onto Luke, further than before, her lips nearly reaching his knot. From the way Luke groans, Julius thinks he's cumming down her throat, but still a goddamn gentleman, his pack brother doesn't hog her.
With one hand on his knot and the other still holding her hair in his grip, Luke presses her down over Julius' cock all the way to the knot, and that's all it takes for him to cum too, his girl swallowing every drop with greedy little gulps that feel like she's sucking his soul out of his body.
She collapses between them, and he panics for a minute thinking that she's passed out from lack of oxygen, but the contentment flowing through the bond soothes him, letting him know she's okay. Better than okay, with how floaty and happy she feels. She's not asleep or passed out, just...happy.
Without warning, Julius elbows Luke in the face, claiming the spot at her front as he and Tenor position her between them. Taking it in stride, Luke clambers between their legs, resting his head against her ass as the bond harmonizes between them like an angel is playing a harp string made of pure gold in their hearts... or some shit like that.Anyone else couldn't have waterboarded that thought out of his psyche. Fuck.
And he can't even be pissed at how whipped he is because Eden is perfect. And she's theirs. And somehow, the scared little omega saved them.
He doesn't know how long they lay like that, stroking her and basking in the afterglow. When he reaches out to run a soothing hand through her hair, his mate turns in their arms so she's laying on her back between them, her eyes finding his. She looks at where her honey blonde hair lays against her shoulder, her nose wrinkling in distaste.
"W-would you cut it and even it out? My hair, I mean. I was tooscared to try," she bites her lips, her eyes darting away like she was embarrassed to ask, or maybe she thought he'd say no?
"Uhhhh–" He stalls. "You wantmeto cut your hair?"
He didn't think he'd deny her anything, but what the fuck did he know about cutting a girl's hair? The only thing he knew how to do was buzz his own hair with size 1 clippers.
Tenor and Luke were the ones with the fussy hair that needed cutting, Luke keeping his curls longer and Tenor having a bitchy little fade.
Eden's hair looked fine anyways. Everything about Eden was fine. Sure, it was a little choppy, from her prison cut, but–
"Not if you don't want to!" Her eyes are wide as she quickly backtracks, her previously calm scent spiking with anxiety. "It was a stupid idea!"
"Cut her fucking hair, asshole," Tenor hisses beneath his breath.
"You cut her fucking hair," he snarls back. "I've never cut a girl's hair before."
"Can't be that much harder than mine," Luke adds, making no effort to lower his voice. "Watch a fucking YouTube video or some shit, dumbass."
Which was how Julius found himself watching video tutorials about how to cut a "long bob" on a woman, their mate happily following them into the hotel bathroom. He didn't know how the fuck she trusted them so much.
"Don't fuck this up," he mutters to himself, wielding the hotel scissors in his hand like they a dangerous weapon, as if he hadn't once hauled a bazooka onto his shoulder and shot out a tank single-handedly. He'd do that again rather than try to cut his mate's hair.
But she had asked, and apparently, he couldn't say no to her. Ifshe asked for his balls, he'd probably use the same scissors to cut them off. Somehow that thought didn't fill him with horror like it would've once. They belonged to Eden either way.
He stifles a smile at that horrifying thought and clears his throat. "Tilt your head down... I think."
Eden tilts her head forward and he eyes up the choppy ends. He smooths them out with his hands.
Whatever, even if he fucked up and had to clip her as bald as his hair was, she'd rock it.
When he makes the first cut, Tenor and Luke crowd around him, squinting their eyes as if trying to make sure he hadn't fucked it up.
