by Grey, Aspen
His eyes got wider and wider as I approached him. He was still on his knees as he had been, and I reached out and took him by the back of the head and forced him down onto my cock.
“Suck it,” I told him. He opened his mouth obediently and I slid inside. I knew my dick was too sensitive to go right inside him. I needed a tiny break and his mouth would provide that for me. “That’s it. Nice and slow.”
His legs spread as he got into the doggy-style position while he blew me, and I reached over him and slapped his ass hard, once on each cheek, leaving a nice red mark from my hand.
He yelped slightly but kept working my cock. I took one of his hands and placed it on my balls, letting him use the other to jerk himself off. I loved having my balls played with and if Sasha wasn’t off in his own world right now, I would have had him sucking on them.
“That’s it, baby,” I said soothingly, rubbing the back of his head, admiring the job he was doing. “That’s so good. Your lips are so soft.”
Jace’s body was thin but muscular, like a lightweight fighter. His lower back specifically had me drooling, and I knew that sometime in the future I’d pull out and shoot my load there. But not this evening. This evening every last drop was going inside him.
I reached all the way back and spread his ass open to reveal the slick coating him evenly, some of it even dripping down the backs of his legs. I couldn’t see it from my angle, but I could feel it.
My cock flexed in his mouth as he tried to get it all down his throat. He coughed and gagged but pressed on, doing his best. But still, there were at least two inches that he couldn’t handle.
“In time,” I told him. “You’ll get it in time.”
But now was time for something else. My dick was ready. His body was ready.
I tilted my hips back and slid out of his mouth, then with a firm hand on his back, pushed his body down against the mattress, pinning him there as I circled around behind him. His butt looked perfect from this angle, and I grabbed his hips and tilted them up towards me as I used my knees to spread his legs apart, revealing his delicious hole and giving me a glimpse of his cock and balls beneath him.
“Put it in me, baby,” Jace begged me. I stared down at his beautiful body and leaned forward, rubbing my cock between his cheeks, teasing his hole with what was to come. “Don’t tease me, baby. Breed me like you bred Sasha.”
“Is that what you want?” I asked.
“Of course!” he gasped, reaching back and grabbing my cock by its base. “Put it in me, baby!”
He was starting to get frustrated and I understood why. He’d had to watch while I impregnated Sasha, and now he was dying for me to do the same to him. A smile crept across my lips as he guided the tip of my dick to his hole. He bucked back, doing everything he could to get me inside him, but I held back just another second to really tease him.
“Baby!” he shouted. “Fuck me!”
Finally, I slid inside him.
The sensation hit me like a brick to the face and sent my head soaring like I’d been thrown from a catapult. My hands tightened around his ass, clutching his soft flesh and using my grip to pull him towards me.
I bottomed out inside him and pressed my balls against him. He opened his mouth to groan, but nothing came out as he wasn’t even breathing. His eyes were wide as I fucked him, pinning him against the bed with relentless force. Round one with Sasha had warmed me up, prepared me for this, and now Jace was really going to get it.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jace
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.
Bliss.
That was the only way to describe it. Complete and utter bliss.
My mouth was gaping open, and I wished Sasha was aware enough to bring his cock over and put it inside. But he was still recuperating—or maybe even asleep already—from what Arnold had done to him and was now doing to me.
He’s a fuck machine! I thought as Arnold pounded me down against the bed. He’d blown his first load inside Sasha, which meant he’d be fucking me harder to get the next one out.
I gasped for breath as his cock slid in and out of me like a jackhammer, pressing against that spot inside of me that was like a pleasure button sending me into eye-rolling ecstasy.
“Ar-nold-fuck-me,” I stammered, each syllable a punctuated breath escaping my lips.
His legs made a slapping sound each time they slammed against my ass, which was dripping wet with my slick. I couldn’t even imagine the mess we were making on the bed. But I didn’t care. All I cared about was what was forming in Arnold’s balls as they impacted mine with each thrust.
Alpha seed.
That was the stuff that was going to impregnate me with one of his cubs.
Make me a father, I thought as he slammed into me. My children will know their parents!
For so long, sex had become mechanical—just my job. But now, I was filled with more emotions than I was filled with dick, making the entire experience something spiritual.
Sasha and I had found each other and survived. Then Arnold had found us and showed us that we could be much more. Now, we were forging a future together like none of us had ever had. We’d all lost our parents. We were all wounded. But now we were healing.
“Breed me, Arnold,” I told him. “Make me complete.”
Arnold, as if in response, knotted inside of me. It was like a giant’s fist in my stomach, filling me like never before. I gasped and slid a hand underneath me and found my cock, which was soaked with my slick. I worked the tip between my thumb and forefinger as he changed his strokes, grinding his pelvis against my ass, massaging my insides with his knot.
“Sasha,” I managed to groan, reaching my free hand out and finding his foot. “Sasha, baby.”
“Mmmmm?” he groaned.
“Come here, baby,” I told him. “Kiss me while Arnold fucks me.”
I’d wanted his cock before, but now I wanted his lips. I wanted an embrace, to feel both of my lovers when the moment happened. Sasha, dick drunk as all Hell, managed to wriggle over to me, still on his back, and place his lips beneath mine.
I enveloped his mouth with mine and left it there, gently sucking his lips while Arnold did his thing. My orgasm was ready to burst through me, and I worked the tip of my dick faster.
“I’m gonna fill you up, Jace,” Arnold told me.
“Yes!” I gasped, pulling my lips back. “Give it to me!”
“Jerk that cock,” he commanded. “Come at the same time as me.”
“Come, baby,” Sasha whispered, his eyes still closed as his hand played across my back. Both of my mates paying this kind of attention to me was overwhelming, and when I felt Arnold’s knot twitch inside me and the hot stream of his seed spray out, I lost myself.
My own cock exploded, spraying my load all over the bed. I thought I would cry out, but my breath caught in my throat and my mouth simply hung open as Arnold and I came together in a moment of glory.
“Take my load, baby,” Arnold told me, his hands tight around my ass.
More cum shot inside of me.
There’s no way this doesn’t get me pregnant.
Between my heat and Arnold’s virility, we were going to make a cub together. Sasha and I would both bear his children and we’d have a beautiful family together. Endorphins flooded through me and I collapsed onto Sasha’s chest. He wrapped his arms around me like I was a teddy bear.
Arnold’s knot flexed one final time, filling me with the last drops of his sweet seed, and then he collapsed on top of me, his strong chest heaving against my back, dripping sweat all over me like the world’s ultimate perfume.
We were an absolute mess and I loved every second of it. In my entire life I’d never been happier. Two things had happened that I never thought possible. First, I’d realized my true feelings for Sasha. And second, sex had become real to me again. It was more than just a physical act now—it was emotional, spiritual, something to be shared between lovers. No money. No tra
nsactions. No arguing or haggling. Just love being expressed in the most natural way possible.
Yes. This is how it should be, I thought as I slipped away into sleep. This is my life now. This is home.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Arnold
I woke with a start but thankfully did not disturb either of my omegas who were passed out on the bed beside me, both of them still naked and looking unbelievably cute as they slept. But my heart was racing, as a noise outside had startled me. As I carefully got off the bed and stood up, I caught the scent of the killer.
It was faint but it was there.
I glanced down at my mates as they lay peacefully on the bed, and for a moment I thought I wouldn’t wake them—I’d just go downstairs and handle the bastard once and for all—but then I realized that if somehow, something happened to me, they’d be completely off guard if the killer managed to make his way upstairs. So I woke them.
“Sasha!” I hissed. “Jace!”
Sasha stirred but Jace woke and moved quickly into a seated position.
“What is it?” he asked, but then his nose twitched and his eyes lit up with fear. “The killer!”
“Sasha!” I repeated, finally stirring the sleepy omega from whatever dreams he was having.
“Huh?” he muttered, but then he too smelled the horrible scent and immediately leapt to his feet and put his back to a wall. They were both on the verge of shifting, but I signaled to them to remain calm.
“Take my phone and dial Chief Marques,” I told them. “Tell him to get his ass over here now. Tell him we’ve got the killer here and I’m going to do what I can to subdue him.”
“Don’t go out there, Arnold!” Sasha squealed.
“I’m going to do my best to avoid a confrontation,” I told him. “But I’ve been after this guy and I’m not going to let him get away.”
I looked to Jace who already had my phone and was dialing.
“You two don’t come outside, you hear me? No matter what you hear.”
“But what if—”
“No matter what, Sasha!” I growled angrily, hoping to scare him enough to make sure he listened. I could make it up to him later, but if they got themselves hurt, I’d never be able to fix that—or forgive myself.
“Yes, Chief Marques, please,” Jace said as I exited the bedroom. I took the stairs two at a time to the ground floor. The lights were off, and I kept to the shadows, avoiding the moonlight beams bathing the kitchen floor in a silver glow. It was difficult to pinpoint the direction of the scent from inside. There was only one way to find out.
I moved to the front door and peered through the peephole. It looked clear, so I unlocked the deadbolt, slowly pulled it open and stepped out into the night.
The scent was stronger, and came from around the side of the house by the cul-de-sac. It didn’t appear that there were any neighbors outside, but I remained in human form as I stalked around the side yard towards the smell. I was the only shifter in the neighborhood. If I could avoid taking panther form I would, but it was difficult with my fangs already extended and my instincts heightened as I readied myself for a potential battle.
Then, as I rounded the corner, I saw him.
The killer, already shifted, stood at the center of the cul-de-sac, his tattered, speckled coat still hideous beneath the moonlight as he sniffed the air, obviously still tracking Sasha’s scent. An anger rose within me as I debated what to do.
He hadn’t picked up on my presence yet, which meant he was open to a surprise attack, but he was out in the open with a good deal of ground between us. He’d see me coming from any angle, which would give him time to prepare himself.
Wait for the chief. Jace got him on the phone and he’ll be here soon. You can both take him, subdue him and it will all be over.
That was what I was going to do, but then something happened that made my decision impossible.
The killer sniffed the air and his head whipped to the French doors of my bedroom that led out onto the small balcony overlooking the backyard. I knew what he was about to do, and I shifted immediately and ran towards him, but before I reached him, he leapt forward with tremendous speed.
His paws found the top of the backyard fence and he vaulted high into the air, easily landing on the balcony. I heard Jace shout from inside, followed by glass shattering.
No! My angels!
I sprang forward and vaulted over the fence in one bound. I heard another cry from inside as I hurled myself onto the veranda and then sprang onto the balcony. A piece of glass tore my paw as I landed, but I blocked out the pain as I leapt through the shattered door and into the bedroom.
Sasha had yet to shift, and the killer had his leg between his teeth. Blood was pouring out onto the carpet. I dove straight at the bastard and sank my teeth into his back. He cried out in pain and whirled around, trying to throw me off. But my grip was too strong. Every bit of my anger and tenacity flowed through my jaws as I clamped down with an inescapable grip.
Sasha cried out in pain and pushed himself away from the killer, who thrashed his jaws back and forth, snapping wildly for anything he could get his teeth into. I braced my feet against the floor and tugged backwards, pulling the killer back and away from my mate. With this grip, I could hold him until the chief arrived, but Jace had other plans.
He was already shifted, and leapt over me and sank his teeth into the killer’s neck and tore. Flesh peeled away and blood fountained out onto the floor. I felt the muscles in his body tense as he began to shake. He squealed and I looked up at Jace as he stepped back, blood dripping from his mouth.
“Arnold,” Sasha said from the doorway where he was lying, clutching his ankle as blood continued to fountain out. “Help…”
And as the killer died in my jaws, I watched as Sasha’s eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed backwards. I shifted back to human form as the sound of an engine roared up outside.
“Sasha!” I cried out, snatching a t-shirt from the floor of my closet. I raced to his side as Jace shifted beside me. “Put pressure on it!”
“Okay!”
Jace clamped down on the wound as I tore the t-shirt into shreds.
“Irons!?” It was Chief Marques from downstairs. I’d left the front door unlocked.
“Up here!” I shouted as I began wrapping my mate’s ankle, tying my makeshift bandage as tightly as possible. “Stay with me, Sasha. Stay with me!”
Chapter Thirty
Jace
Four Months later…
It was amazing how quickly shifters went through their pregnancies compared to humans. If I was “normal,” I’d have another five months to get to the point that I was at now, with a nice big baby bump and a chest ready to provide for my son that was on the way.
Yes, it was going to be a son. I’d just finished what had to be the world’s strangest ultrasound, given to me by a strange hippie doctor named Wendell in Pacific Beach who ran a small clinic for shifters out of his apartment. Sasha was doing his now.
“So, what are you hoping for?” Wendell asked him as he lubed up his bump and prepared the wand. “Boy or girl?”
“I’d like another boy,” Sasha admitted, squeezing Arnold’s hand who sat beside him on a small stool. “So they can do boy things together.”
I smiled as I wiped off the ultrasound residue with a wet paper towel. When I looked back at my two mates, seated beside the doctor, who looked like someone who belonged on Pacific Beach selling the countless necklaces and bracelets that adorned his body, I was filled with a warm sensation of love that had been steadily growing over the last four months since the attack at the house.
Chief Marques had arrived just in time to help us get Sasha’s bleeding under control and get him to the hospital—the same one we’d taken him to before to get his shoulder looked at. It pained me to see him lying there again on a gurney, but once he was fully patched up, one of the nurses who had been there the last time we brought him in, cracked a joke to lighten the mo
od.
“You know, the three of you better start donating blood to keep up with how much we have to keep putting back into him!”
We all laughed at that one, but I think we were really just more relieved that he was alive than anything. It had been a trying night to say the least, but Sasha was breathing and together, we’d put the killer away for good.
I knew that Arnold had wanted to catch him and bring him in, but when I saw what he’d done to Sasha, all of my old instincts kicked in. All I could think about was that dickhead in the Lamborghini, the countless other assholes who’d tried to take advantage of him while we were working the streets and I did what I do best; I protected Sasha.
Of course, it was Arnold’s job to protect us both now, and he’d done the heavy lifting. I wouldn’t have been able to do what I’d done if not for him. We were all a little annoyed that we’d never know what the bastard’s motivation had been for stalking the street boys, but there was a rumor going around San Diego now that he’d been a working boy once himself and his hatred for himself and that life had turned outwards and made him into the maniac he’d become. I don’t know if that was true, but I chose to believe it.
Living on the streets was something no one should ever have to do, and it wouldn’t surprise me that doing so for too long could turn a man into a monster.
“Ooooh, it’s cold!” Sasha squealed as Wendell squirted the ultrasound goop onto his baby bump.
“Power through,” Wendell joked as he began to rub the wand across Sasha’s belly. Arnold squeezed his hand, looked back at me and smiled, indicating that I should come over to them. I didn’t need any encouragement.
I walked in between them and looked at the monitor as the fuzzy image began to take shape. I could hardly see anything. It was like one of those Rorschach tests where your mind tells you what to see. I tried to pick out the lines of a little baby, but all I saw was a grainy squid…or maybe a turnip.
