by Grey, Aspen
“Fuck! It’s huge!”
“But it fits so perfect,” Arnold replied as he buried his entire length inside of me. Finally, I felt a tiny sting as he filled me up, and I automatically pulled away, but his strong hands held me firmly in place.
No. You are his, I thought. This is his show.
And then he began to fuck me.
Chapter Thirteen
Sasha
I was on fire with lust, dripping with passion, inflamed by the sheer intensity of what was going on. I was with my alpha fated mate, and Jace and I were discovering that there really was more between us, and that we’d just been too scared to do anything about it.
Thank you, Arnold, I thought. For allowing us to realize the truth.
My cock felt incredible as Jace slid it back into his mouth and I watched with amazement as he took Arnold’s dick as he began to pound him. His strokes were long, hard and deliberate, and I knew why. He was sensitive, and fucking like a rabbit would be too intense for him. He was taking his time with it, which was good, because I wanted some of that dick and I knew I probably wouldn’t get it if he came again. Round two was impressive, but an immediate round three was probably too much to be expected, even of such a virulent alpha as Arnold.
“Your hole is so tight,” Arnold told Jace, his voice low and full of bass. “You fucking make my cock feel so good.”
“Mmmm!” was the only reply Jace could manage with my cock in his mouth. I was already feeling myself get close to coming. The situation was simply too hot. We were coming together like a perfectly balanced chemical equation, or an impeccably produced piece of music. It was better than anything I could have imagined.
I reached out and took hold of Jace’s cock and began to stroke it as Arnold fucked him. I looked up at the alpha’s strong, blue eyes, and without hesitating, he leaned forward and kissed me.
There was probably still some of his cum in my mouth, but he kissed me like he didn’t care, and that turned me on even more. There was nothing to hide here. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to do but revel in the pleasure of each other’s bodies. It was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Sex had become a job to me. A way to get by. Jace and I distanced ourselves from our customers. We had to. It was the only way to do things. But now, without even thinking about it, my guard had come down completely and it was like I was experiencing it all for the first time again.
After all, it was my first time with Arnold and the first time with Jace in that way, but it felt so good and so natural that I could hardly believe we hadn’t done it before. Our scents mixed in the most perfect way. It was as though I could read everyone’s body language perfectly without anything needing to be said.
“It’s even better than I’d imagined,” Arnold said as he continued to pound Jace. The slap of his thighs against Jace’s ass was like music to my ears and as Jace sucked on my cock, I felt myself yearning for Arnold.
Take me too!
But I knew I had to wait, and that was okay. My slick had me prepared for him, but he was running the show now and it was up to him when he wanted to switch. But as I stroked Jace’s cock, I felt his body begin to tense. His mouth opened and he stopped sucking me and just let my dick sit in his mouth. I began to fuck it slowly as he groaned.
My hand moved up and down his slick shaft as Arnold penetrated him, and I knew he was getting close to orgasm.
“Show me that cum,” I told him, eager to see his warm load explode out of him. “Give it to me, baby.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his mouth full of cock.
“Yes,” I told him. “Come for me and Arnold.”
With a moan, he did.
His cock flexed in my hand, unleashing a long streak of cum that shot all the way up to his chest, splashing down across his smooth skin. He cried out as another shot, slightly smaller but still long and thick, came rocketing out. This time, I leaned down and tried to catch it with my tongue. I managed to get a bit and lapped it up eagerly, tasting the sweet taste of his juices.
Fresh cream.
“I’m coming too!” Arnold growled. He pulled out of Jace’s ass and sprayed, busting an enormous load that shouldn’t have been possible after the orgasm he’d already had. He’d filled my mouth with it, but still he rained down on Jace like the world’s greatest alpha.
“Oh my god,” I gasped.
“Fuck,” Sasha moaned, finally moving my cock from his lips so he could look down as Arnold shot his warm seed all over him.
“Ah, ah, fu-fuck!” Arnold stammered. I watched his abs ripple as he came, his hand moving up and down on his thick shaft. I was turned on beyond belief, but also disappointed. That was Arnold’s second load, which meant he was going to need a break now. Twice in that timeframe was incredible, but three? He’d need some rest for that.
As he started to come down, I sat back on the bed, gently playing with myself as I watched Sasha writhe around, dick drunk on the mattress, and Arnold slowly jerking his cock, his strong chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Shit, that was hot,” I told them, the smell of sex swimming through my nose. “Maybe you can do that to me later.”
“Later?” Arnold replied, bringing his eyes to me. “What do you mean later?”
Is he serious?
“I mean—you just came twice.”
“So?” he grinned as he moved up the bed towards me. He gently pushed Sasha out of the way, rolling him onto his side.
“Mmmm,” Sasha groaned, still lost in the post-game wrap-up of his orgasm.
“I’m ready to go,” Arnold told me. “Unless, of course, you want to wait.”
“Are you kidding?” I replied. “I don’t want to wait!”
“Okay then,” Arnold laughed. “Turn around and give me that sweet hole.”
Chapter14
Arnold
My dick felt so good it almost hurt. I hadn’t fucked like this in my entire life, and although Sasha was dumbfounded at my performance, it was nothing compared to how I was feeling.
When I normally jerked off, I came and then I was done. But this was different. Not only had I come once in his mouth and still been ready for round two, my dick was still as hard as steel and was showing no sign of going down. Somehow there was another orgasm left in me, and when Sasha turned and presented to me, I thought I was going to die.
The way his hips swept back and showed off the curves of his plump ass was a thing of beauty. As he spread his legs and opened up for me, with his cock and balls dangling down towards the bed, I felt my panther stir inside me, the urge to breed rising like a high tide.
Not yet, I thought. But soon.
I slid my legs between his and let the tip of my cock rest on his hole. It was tight and pink, but glistening with his slick, which smelled like a concentrated perfume of his sweet raspberry scent. Without thinking, I leaned down and buried my face between his cheeks.
“Oh, wow,” he mumbled as I began to eat his ass, licking furiously, caressing every inch of his ass with my tongue. I was feverishly horny, filled with desire and the urge to claim what I had wanted since the moment I’d laid eyes on him and Jace.
My angels, I thought as he pushed back against my face. I closed my eyes as I played with myself, focusing on nothing but the sensations of the moment. Beside me, Jace twisted around to face us and I heard his moan of surprise as he saw what was taking place.
“Fuck,” he murmured as I rose back up onto my knees. Without hesitating, I slid my dick against Sasha’s hole and pushed.
“YES!” he shouted as I entered him. I watched as his hole opened and accepted the swollen tip of my hard cock. I was so sensitive I could barely move, and gritted my teeth as I thrust forward and drove all of my nine inches inside of him. “Arnold, fuck me!”
I slapped his ass so hard I almost felt bad. But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he liked it.
“Do it again!” he cried out. So I did, this time spanking his other cheek and leaving an ident
ical mark. As his ass jiggled, I felt my lust rise and clutched his hips with both hands and began to really fuck him.
“Spank me, daddy,” he moaned, reaching between his legs to jerk himself off while I fucked him.
Fuck, this is hot!
I obliged and spanked him again. He flinched but pushed back against me enthusiastically. I spanked him again and again and again, as though punishing him, then snatched a fistful of his hair and pulled his head so far back I was able to lean down and kiss his lips while I fucked him.
“I’ve been bad, daddy,” Sasha told me, telling me something I’d never even known I wanted to hear. “Punish me!”
“Yeah?” I asked him, driving my cock into him so hard his entire body shook. “You’re a bad boy?”
“Yes!” he shouted. “Make it hurt!”
My other hand found his throat and I squeezed down hard enough to stop his airflow. My cock swelled to the point of no return and I clenched my teeth as Sasha lost himself in my embrace. His eyes closed as his face went red from lack of oxygen. I squeezed harder and his head began to loll to the side. Only then did I release him.
He gasped as he came back from the point of almost passing out and let out a long groan as his cock burst and fountained cum onto my bed. That was all it took to push me over the edge of round three.
I slid out of Sasha with the urge to claim him, and as he came, I threw him onto his back and mounted him with one leg on either side of his chest. I took aim and growled as I let loose.
Cum roared from my cock and rained down on his face, covering his gorgeous looks in my alpha seed.
Soon this will be inside you, my angel. But not yet.
I claimed him with each drop of my cum that landed on his sweet face. He moaned as he finished coming with me, and extended his tongue for my last drops that I milked from my shaft with a tight grip. The pearls of my juices fell onto his tongue and he swallowed for the second time.
My head was spinning. I felt Jace’s hands caress my back and Sasha’s breath against my lower stomach. I was beyond spent. I felt as though I’d run a marathon, and although my cock was still strong between my legs, I knew that I was done for the night.
I slumped down on my bed and felt my angels take their places on either side of me. They were mine now. They were safe, and for that moment before sleep took me, my life was perfect.
Chapter Fourteen
Jace
I lay there lost in my own thoughts like a boat surrounded by a hurricane that was slowly winding down. Hurricane Arnold had blown in with incredible force and I’d been swept away by it despite all of my street instincts telling me to be afraid.
Going home with a John was a big no-no and one of the first rules of the street. You either went to their car, walked to a quiet alley or—and this was rare for Sasha or me—you went to their motel room. This was the way to keep yourself as safe as possible, and you always, always had a lookout. Going home with Arnold broke every rule in my book. In fact, it tore up my book, took those pieces, put them in a shredder, then took the shredded pieces and lit them on fire.
Of course, Arnold wasn’t a John, he was different. There was no way to be sure, but that was what my nose was telling me. This was not only a man that was different from all the others we’d been running into during our time on the street, but he was also someone to be trusted, relied upon. After all, he had saved our lives.
It was strange to think that only hours ago Sasha and I had been facing off in a dark alley with an alpha who’d been preying on San Diego street boys and somehow managed to evade capture by the police. What would have happened to us if Arnold hadn’t showed up? I knew the answer.
We would be dead.
His panther form was astounding. An all-white coat like that was beyond rare among shifters, and from the little I’d seen of him fighting, it was clear that he was a total badass. And what about those good looks of his?
Brad Pitt in Se7en, back when he was engaged to Gwyneth Paltrow, I think….
Either way, he was astonishingly good looking with his chiseled face covered in light stubble and dirty blond hair that seemed to look good no matter what. If he wasn’t a police detective, he could definitely have made a living as a model or an actor.
And he wants me.
I shook my head.
No, he wants us.
That was the wildest part of all of this. Somehow, my fated mate was also Sasha’s fated mate, and somehow, both of us were okay with that.
What was more incredible was the way I’d been able to open up to Sasha and him to me. It was so obvious now that there had always been something going on between us that we simply didn’t allow ourselves to recognize, but with Arnold’s arrival and our near-death experience, it was impossible to ignore now.
I loved Sasha. I really did, and it was beyond the brotherly/protector role I’d played for him on the street. It was more than that. Sasha was wounded when I met him, and he still was, but so was I and maybe that was one of the reasons why I loved him like I did. I saw myself in him and even though he’d gone through a lot and done some questionable things in his past, he was doing his best to survive and live a moral life despite his line of work.
He didn’t use, he didn’t lie, he didn’t cheat, he didn’t do drugs. He did what I did—whatever it took to survive without fucking anybody else over. Sometimes that meant we’d have to take some kicks, but that was life. He was down on himself more than he needed to be. There was something sparkling and shining at the core of Sasha and everyone deserved a second chance.
I moaned and rolled over and reached out for Arnold, but I found the bed beside me empty. I opened my eyes and saw that not only was he gone, but Sasha was too. Their scents were still fresh in the bedroom, which meant they had just recently gone. I propped myself up on one elbow and called out.
“Arnold? Sasha?”
No response.
I looked around the room. The door to the attached bathroom was open but the light was off and I didn’t pick up any scent from that direction. It seemed as though both of them had left the room completely.
I got to my feet and, still naked, walked to the door and peered down the hall. Their scents led towards the stairs, and I felt a sudden sense of nervousness come over me.
Why did they leave together?
It was more of my instincts—the idea that I could be abandoned, but of course that was ridiculous. This was Arnold’s house. He wasn’t going to leave me by leaving me in his bedroom. No, there was something going on. I followed my nose and made my way downstairs. That’s when I heard the crying.
Chapter Fifteen
Sasha
I sat in the shadows of the veranda, the sliding door cracked behind me, my arms wrapped around my knees as tears streamed down my face onto the tiles at my feet.
Worthless.
Terrible.
Home wrecker.
You don’t deserve love. Not after what you’ve done.
Maybe it was my post-orgasmic hormones and maybe it was just Arnold’s overwhelming presence and the emotions he and Jace brought out in me, but something had kicked me over the edge after I woke up needing to pee.
I’d had an arm draped over Arnold’s strong body and somehow the first thing I thought about when I looked over at his gorgeous sleeping face was Jedrik.
When I thought back on the person I was with him, I felt sick to my stomach. I don’t know what it had been, and I’m sure a psychiatrist could trace my issues back to my emotionally manipulative mother and abandonment by my father, but I’d been an absolute nightmare to him and I could never forgive myself.
Every little thing in his life had to be controlled by me, and the more I fell in love with him, the worse I became. I had to know where he was at all times. If another omega even looked at him, I had a fit and it somehow became Jedrik’s fault. I lost my mind and began stalking him, and not in some cute way either. I was angry, vindictive and looking for something, anything I could use on him
to get him back with me. That’s how badly I thought I needed him, and when I saw him with not only one omega that wasn’t me, but two, I lost my mind.
I brought men from my gang to his house and they attacked him. It was the dumbest thing I could ever have done, and I knew it even when it was happening. But I didn’t know how to deal with my feelings, the rejection, the fact that I would never be with him again, and as far as I was concerned, if I couldn’t have him, nobody could.
I’d brought misery and violence upon him and his new family, and all of it had culminated in the death of the men I used to steal cars with. Cash and his crew. Of course, the world was probably a better place without them, but it was all because of me that it had all happened.
“Goddamn it,” I hissed, biting down on my knee so hard I almost drew blood. “I don’t deserve him…”
“Don’t deserve who?”
The voice startled me and I jumped and turned around to see Arnold standing at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes filled with concern.
“Oh, no,” I groaned, letting my head sink between my legs. I couldn’t look at him. His eyes were too kind and I didn’t deserve his affection.
Worthless.
Home wrecker.
Psycho.
Arnold didn’t know how horrible of a person I was. If he did, fated mates or not, he’d cast me aside and he’d be right to do it. It was better that he and Jace went on together. They’d be happy and Jace could have his children. They could start a family and I’d go on surviving like I always had.
“Never mind,” I said as I fought back more tears and wiped my cheeks with my hand. Arnold’s scent was too much for me to handle as I sat there consumed by my emotions. Jace was upstairs sleeping, and I didn’t want any of this to reach him. My problems would never be anyone else’s again. I had to stop doing this to people. Everywhere I went I caused nothing but problems.
