by Grey, Aspen
“Hey, where are we going?” I asked him.
He’s taking you home, idiot! My optimistic side screamed at me, his undeniable scent soaking my nostrils. Shut up and go for it!
“Serra Mesa,” he replied. “My place. I’d just feel a lot better than bringing you back to Mission Beach with the killer still on the loose.”
“That’s nice of you,” Sasha said quickly, very carefully flashing me a look that said, “relax.”
“I just…I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you two,” he said with a tone that instantly wiped away any doubt I had about him.
Arnold Irons. This was a reliable, truthful man, unlike the guys we regularly ran into out on the streets, and I should trust my senses. But there was still the matter of him being my fated mate as well as Sasha’s.
I saw that he felt was I was feeling too. But how could that be? He couldn’t be meant for both of us…could he?
A strange sensation hung in the air as Arnold drove. It was as though we’d sat in the back of his car before, like we’d known him forever, like our souls were vibrating at the same frequency. There was also something new happening between Sasha and I. I couldn’t fully explain what it was, but it was like a new territory had opened up between us—a place we’d been afraid to go before that now seemed accessible. It was almost like we had found someone to guide us. As Arnold pulled off the freeway and took a turn into a nice neighborhood, I felt an excitement beginning to grow in me.
I was feeling adventurous. I wanted to get to know this man. I wanted him to get to know not only me, but Sasha too. I felt as though the three of us were intricate pieces of a fine dining recipe and that alone we were okay, but together we could be great.
As Arnold slowed his car in front of a medium-sized tan stucco house, Sasha leaned against me and whispered in my ear.
“Do you feel it too?”
“Yes,” I replied quietly.
“But—how can it be?” he asked. “Is he…for both of us?”
“Didn’t you ever learn to share?” I joked. I was half kidding. Only half.
Arnold’s scent and presence were so overpowering that I was on autopilot as he parked the car and got out.
“Home sweet home,” he said with a smile as he got out.
Yes, I could see that being true, I thought as I opened the back door and slid out, Sasha right behind me.
Compared to our neighborhood in Mission Valley, which was dodgy to say the least, Arnold’s place was like a kingdom. It sat on the corner of two streets just before a cul-de-sac. There was a garage, but he parked in the driveway and led us to a small gate that opened to the front door on the other side. I’d never lived in the suburbs, but I could see that changing…
“Come on in,” Arnold told us as he unlocked the front door. I went first, out of reflex really. Out on the street I always checked things out first to make sure it was safe for Sasha. It wasn’t that I was afraid of Arnold—quite the opposite actually—it was just something I was used to doing. And when we stepped inside, I knew there was nothing to worry about.
The kitchen/living room was open and sparsely decorated, but as our wondrous alpha turned on the lights, which cast a warm glow over the room, I felt more than at home—I felt safe.
The walls were decorated with a few paintings of old ships from way back when they used masts to cross the oceans, and an old map was framed beside the refrigerator. The dark granite countertop was mostly bare and a couple of glasses sat in the sink. I saw several pizza boxes in a recycling box, along with a few Styrofoam food containers.
He doesn’t cook, I thought. Either he can’t, or he works a lot. Either way, Sasha will be happy.
Sasha loved cooking. He’d picked it up as a way to save money when things were tough, but had really gotten into it from watching videos on YouTube of Marco Pierre White, Gordon Ramsay and Albert Roux. Unlike the streets where I handled things, I played second fiddle in the kitchen and was Sasha’s prep cook. I’d chop onions and garlic, marinate meat and boil pasta. He’d do all the fancy stuff.
The whole house smelled like Arnold, and it was warm and cozy without being stale. A set of sliding doors looked out into a backyard that was small but better than what most people in San Diego had. There was even one of those plug-in recycling water fountains and a swinging chair that hung from a white painted veranda. It wasn’t Beverly Hills or Del Mar or La Jolla, but compared to what I knew—it was paradise.
I could see myself being very happy here, I thought.
But I was getting ahead of myself. All this was happening so quickly that my instincts were kicking in.
Slow down, Jace. Slow down.
But it was next to impossible to do with Arnold’s scent beating away at my reservations with its undeniable power. It was telling me that this alpha was my fated mate, but Sasha was feeling that too, and if we didn’t figure out how to both come to terms with that, this could be a problem.
Chapter Ten
Sasha
No, this isn’t for you.
You’re worthless.
You’re a home wrecker.
You’ll destroy this too.
I couldn’t shake the horrible voice inside me that kept telling me these things, despite the fact that I was swooning over Arnold and visions of my life with him and Jace were racing through my mind like a high-speed photo slideshow.
His scent!
It was almost impossible for me to describe, but it was as though his soul was speaking to me. I barely knew him, but I felt as though I knew him. Jace would be more cautious than me, but I knew Arnold would never hurt either of us. In fact, he’d do everything he could to protect us. That’s just the kind of guy he was and that’s why he became a policeman. A detective even. This guy was no slouch.
“So, this is it,” he told us, turning around and raising his arms to his side like a game show host presenting a car to the show’s winner. “It’s not much, but it’s—”
“It’s great,” I interrupted. “It really is. And even better? It’s nowhere near that freak stalking the streets looking for boys to kill!”
Arnold smiled. “Very true. Why don’t I show you the rest of the house?”
Before we could reply, he stepped past us and made his way up the stairs to the second floor. My shoulder still hurt, but the pain was becoming less and less present with every minute. I glanced over at Jace, hoping that he, as he usually did, had an answer for what we were going to do. But of course this time—the time I really needed his advice—he simply shrugged.
“Beats me, buddy,” he said. “What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know!” I whispered, trying to make sure Arnold didn’t hear us. “I mean—you feel it too, right?”
“Of course I do,” he replied. “It’s overpowering. It’s…incredible.”
“That’s exactly how I feel,” I said almost sadly as I realized the predicament we were in. An alpha for two of us?
“What’s the matter, Sasha?” he asked with a smile. “Don’t think we could share a man like that?”
I looked up at him to see if he was kidding or not, but his eyes were true. There was nothing more to be said; we both felt it and we both wanted him.
I nodded.
“I could,” I smiled. As I said the words, I felt something between Jace and I begin to vanish, like a dam slowly being eroded by water had finally burst and let loose the waters behind it. My heart had been so closed off for so long that I’d never acknowledged the feelings I’d had for him. Or maybe I had.
Maybe I’d known but I’d just pushed them away as my feelings of worthlessness were just too high for me to deal with. If I’d let myself love Jace, I’d destroy him. I’d ruin what we had and hurt him in the process. But now, seeing Arnold and his desire for me, I started to feel cracks forming in the hard shell that had formed around me for so long.
Suddenly, Jace’s scent was sweeter, fresher in my nose, as though I was smelling it for the first
time. I began to notice the curves in his body and the way he resembled Jude Law and stood with a poise and confidence that most omegas wished they could have. With his fresh cream scent and Arnold’s warm campfire holding onto me, I felt for the first time in a long time that there was more to life than survival—there was hope.
“I…I want to go upstairs,” I told Jace, stepping forward and taking his hand in mine. It was warm and I was beginning to sweat as I looked into his eyes. “And I want you to come with me.”
Jace understood my words that were unspoken. He leaned forward and I felt my heart flutter like a teenager as he brought his lips to mine. He kissed me, delicately, as though I might break if he went any harder.
A moan forced its way from my mouth and I closed my eyes and let my head tilt back as he pulled back and slipped an arm around my lower back.
“Come on,” he told me. “Let’s go join our alpha.”
Chapter Eleven
Arnold
Come on, my angels, I thought as I stepped into the upstairs living room. Their scents lingered behind me, and I could hear their voices as they whispered to each other, but I didn’t eavesdrop. They were thinking and I would give them that time. This was a major moment for all of us and I didn’t want to rush them.
So instead, I made my way down the hall to my bedroom and lit a few unscented candles (not wanting to do anything to obscure their scents) and pulled up the bedcovers to make my room look more presentable. I hadn’t had anyone over in years. Work always took precedence over my personal life, and despite feeling ferocious and turned on beyond belief, I was slightly nervous about how the night was going to go.
Ninety-six percent turned on, four percent nervous. But when I heard their footsteps coming up the stairs, I began to relax and my lust swelled inside me.
I’d been watching them for a week, looking after them and making sure they were safe, and now they were here in my home, both of them feeling the exact same thing that I was feeling. I could just tell. It was something I knew deep into my core, just as I knew when I was hungry or tired.
I stood there in anticipation as the footsteps came closer and as my two angels reached the upstairs, I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I wasn’t looking across a dark San Diego street at them. I wasn’t feeling the pain in my heart that I felt every time I watched them give themselves to some asshole who didn’t care about them, simply so they could survive. I wasn’t watching them get attacked by some psycho killer either. I was watching them walk towards me, hand in hand, like something out of a dream.
My pants tightened as they stepped through my door, neither of them saying anything. They stood there a moment looking at me. Then, Jace reached behind him and closed the door. That did it. My desire overwhelmed me and I lost all control.
I dashed forward and snatched each of them around the waist with one arm, lifted them and set them down on my bed, careful not to hurt Sasha’s arm. If they hadn’t been wounded earlier, I would have been much more rough with them, as my desire had reached such a height I barely knew what to do with it.
“Oh, gosh,” Sasha groaned as I kissed his neck. His body arched off the bed and I moved my lips to Jace and kissed him just below the jaw. With one hard pull, I tore his hospital gown from his body and threw it across the room. Beside me, I heard Jace begin to wriggle out of his.
“Fuck…” he groaned again, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my lips to his. As I kissed him, I felt a puzzle piece that had been missing from my soul sink in and lock into place. His tongue touched mine and it was like the Heavens aligning. A beautiful fireworks show went off above us, raining sparks of love and light down like electric rain.
I broke his embrace, with difficulty, and grabbed Sasha’s chin and brought his face to mine. He gasped and looked into my eyes as I kissed him and I felt that last puzzle piece slide into place and click.
Finally, I thought. That’s how it should be.
The anticipation leading up to this moment had been so unbearable that when Jace’s fingers found the button on my jeans and undid it, my whole body shook. As he pulled my already hard cock out and gripped it with one hand, I growled like a beast ready to attack.
“That’s so hot,” Sasha moaned, reaching out and stroking my arm and shoulder with his good hand. My entire body was on fire in that way you get when you are insanely horny and haven’t jerked off in days, and I wondered whether I’d be able to last more than five seconds upon entering one of those tight omega asses.
We’ll see, I thought as Jace’s hand began to stroke my cock faster, my precum dripping onto his palm and lubing it up as though he’d used a squirt of moisturizer. And his handwork was good, almost as good as a blowjob. My dick tensed as though eager to race towards the finish line, and I quickly bucked backwards and snatched it away from him.
“Oooooh, that’s dangerous,” I growled. But as I sat back on my feet, my cock pointing straight at the both of them like a flagpole missing its flag, Sasha jumped on it.
His lips swallowed the tip so quickly I gasped and watched as he took all of it down his throat instantly—like it was nothing. And that was no easy feat. Back in high school, when all boys decide to measure up, I’d discovered my cock was just slightly over nine inches, but could look even bigger if I pressed down on the base of my cock, which I thought was fair as that’s what would happen if I was fucking someone. It was thick too, which made Sasha’s achievement even more impressive.
“Shit, Sasha!” I gasped, trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. “That’s too much!”
“I think he’s gonna cum,” Jace smiled as he leaned in and kissed my neck.
“I am!” I replied. “Not yet!”
“Mmmm,” Sasha moaned, the vibrations of his voice causing my dick to grow to where it could grow no more.
“Take it down your throat,” Jace told Sasha as he reached between my legs and cupped my balls with one hand, and I realized that I had no choice in the matter. The boys were going to make me come and that was it.
“Shit,” I hissed, accepting the fact that I was about to blow my load like a high school sophomore. “I’m coming!”
Chapter Twelve
Jace
I watched as Arnold’s strong, alpha physique flexed and trembled as he came and I couldn’t help but smirk at how quickly Sasha’s mouth-game had made him come. Having seen it in action, but never experiencing it myself, it didn’t surprise me. After all, the boy was experienced.
He swallowed eagerly and I felt a sliver of jealousy as I wished it was my mouth he was blasting away in.
I want to taste it, I thought. And as if Sasha could read my mind, he pulled up off of Arnold’s cock, got up on his knees and moved over to me. With a look in his eyes I’d never seen before, he slowly moved closer, raised one finger and beckoned me to him.
No way…
He nodded as if to say, “Yes, way.”
Then, he brought his lips to mine.
“Oh, wow,” Arnold muttered as Sasha kissed me.
The sweet alpha nectar in his mouth spilled out of his lips, over mine and onto my tongue. My eyes went wide as I tasted him.
So sweet!
He tasted delicious, and I moaned in approval. Sasha moaned back in affirmation as we kissed, really kissed for the first time. Arnold had succeeded in unlocking the seal between us and allowed us to open the door to the feelings we had for each other that we’d kept hidden away for so long. And he’d done it so quickly, and simply by being.
“I can’t believe that,” he groaned, wiping sweat from his face. “I haven’t come that quickly since high school.”
“Mmmm, he’s talented,” I told him, pulling my lips back from Sasha’s and staring into his eyes. He looked back at me with acknowledgment of the moment we’d just shared and I knew that no matter what else happened, things would never be the same between us. They would be better. So much better.
Sasha’s eyes flicked away from mine and back to Arnold.<
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“Looks like you could go for round two already,” he observed.
I followed his gaze and saw that indeed, Arnold’s cock hadn’t budged from its turgid state. It was an absolute monster, beyond anything I had seen (and I’d seen a lot) and with Sasha’s spit and a bit of his cum on the shaft, it was glistening proudly and invitingly. I felt my slick begin to drip down my ass as my lust for him intensified.
“I sure as fuck could,” Arnold replied, reaching out and snatching me around the waist with such speed that it took my breath away and I was instantly taken back to the alley when he shifted to protect us and fought off the killer. This was not a man to be trifled with and his ferocity and power had me in complete awe of him.
“Look at this sweet ass,” he said as he spun me around and laid me down on my back in front of him. Without hesitation, Sasha straddled my face, giving me a view of his hard cock, balls and tight puckered hole. As Arnold pulled my legs back and pressed the tip of his cock against my wet ass, I opened my mouth and took Sasha’s cock into my mouth.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Sasha said to me as he looked down. “I knew it, but I never knew it.”
All I could do was moan back, as my mouth was full. I tasted his precum, which of course tasted just like he smelled: sweet raspberry pie!
As Arnold began to push, and I felt my hole open for him, I braced myself for the pain that a monster cock like that would bring, but to my surprise, it slid in with no pain whatsoever.
“Look at that, baby,” Sasha said admiringly from above me.
Baby? I thought. We’ve never called each other baby before…
And I liked it.
I did my best to keep his cock in my mouth but looked down between my legs where the real action was happening. I couldn’t believe how I took it, but I did. Arnold’s dick slid inside me like it was meant to be there and I had to pull Sasha out of my mouth to gasp for air.
