by Connor Crowe
I never got tired of seeing them like this. The smooth lines of their bodies, the hard-won scars, every dimple and crease fascinated me.
Tristan spoke first, still panting. “Something tells me that’s now all you wanted to do with this ‘alone time.’”
I snorted. “How did you know?”
“Just a hunch.”
“Come here.” I wrapped my hand around Tristan’s nape and brought him to me, grabbing his lips in a hungry kiss. Tristan took me by surprise and gave as good as he got. There was even a bit of a bite in there, sending electric pulses down my spine. I moaned into his mouth and pulled him closer, not worrying if anyone heard us.
My cock throbbed upward and brushed against Tristan’s. As close as we were and as naked as we were, it was bound to happen eventually. I hissed in a breath. The long, drawn-out play session made me incredibly sensitive. The slightest touch of his cock against mine made me twitch my hips.
I wove my hand downward and palmed my shaft, pressing Tristan’s cock against mine. His tip, already wet with pre-cum, gave me the slight slipperiness I needed. I rocked my hips forward and ground our cocks together, burying my head in the crook of Tristan’s neck.
This time, it was his turn to moan. His limbs turned to jelly in my hands. His body was clay for the molding, and I was the artist. I looked over Tristan’s shoulder in the heat of my lust. James stood not far away, his eyes blown wide and his mouth hanging open. He stroked himself and chewed his lip, watching our every move.
Fuck, I never knew being watched was so hot.
“Don’t think I forgot about you,” I growled, locking eyes with my other mate while I continued to grind my cock against Tristan.
James shrugged. “Just figured I’d give you two some time…” He grinned like he’d been caught in the cookie jar. “That, and watching you two going at it is hot as hell.”
Tristan groaned in pleasure and let out a shaky breath. “Oh, you’re joining us. Get your ass over here.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Still holding his cock, he took several sure, careful steps toward us. His eyes never left our bodies. Couldn’t blame him. I couldn’t not look at him getting off to the sight of us either.
I outstretched my free arm and pulled James closer, burying his lips in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Tristan moved beside me and his head dipped lower. I was so focused on James that the feel of Tristan’s lips and teeth grazing across my chest made me moan in surprise.
“Fuck,” I panted. While James’ tongue explored my mouth and I ran my hands over his shoulders, chest, and back, Tristan’s talented mouth worshiped my upper body. My shoulders. My neck. My chest. All the way down to my abs. Up and down each arm until every pore was alight, every touch a firework.
Each caress was gentle and reverent, but that made it all the more maddening. I felt the tension beneath those fingers. I felt the quickening beat of our hearts and the throbbing lust in my veins.
My hips rocked back and forth against both of them, desperate for more. I sucked in a breath and pulled away from James’ mouth to work over his cute little ears, his neck, and that one delicious spot right near his shoulder.
James shuddered and leaned against me, while Tristan took care of the one place he hadn’t worshipped.
My nipples, of course.
Thank fuck I’d been blessed with sensitive nipples, because it was one of the great joys of life. I felt for the guys that just had boring, nubby nipples. This was so much better.
The moment Tristan’s mouth closed over them, I yelped and nearly came right then and there. More pre-cum oozed out between us and coated my shaft. This time it was James’ turn.
Something wet and warm covered my cock, and I couldn’t see what it was while Tristan was kissing me. My dragon sure did smell it though.
Slick. Omega slick.
“James,” my voice came out hoarse and surprised. “What did you…”
“See how wet I am for you?” His voice was soft and gentle as always, but with a new dominant hint to it. “You’ve got me so turned on right now.” He moved his hand up and down along my shaft, spreading his juices and mixing them with my own.
My head spun at the prospect and something deep within me cried out. Deeper than us, deeper than our packs or our allegiances or our shifters. An ancient intuition passed down from my ancestors for thousands of years to bond and reproduce with our fated mates.
Alpha. Omega. Mine.
We were meant to be here tonight, all three of us. And as the moon watched, we would finally complete the mating ritual. To be honest I didn’t know how it worked in threes, but I trusted my intuition to show me the way.
For now? I was going to enjoy every second and every sensation of my men.
James nuzzled into my neck while he stroked our cocks together, his slick and my pre-cum gliding between us. Tristan sucked on my nipples until I cried out, but he didn’t stop there.
He went lower.
Butterfly kisses down my stomach. Across my belly button. Following the small trail of hair that led downward, all the way to…
He stopped just short and I gritted my teeth. “Tris…” I growled. My right hand dug into his back and clawed at his bare skin while my left held James by the nape of his neck. I couldn’t get over the way his beautiful lips parted, only slightly. The way his eyes clouded over. Pure omega pheromones poured off of both of them, and it was driving me fucking crazy.
“Yes, dear?” Tristan said sweetly. He tried so hard to play coy and innocent, but the sight of him there on his knees, his lips only inches from my leaking cock, was anything but.
I panted and watched him, taking in the hungry look in his eyes. The cute quiver of his bottom lip. That eager enthusiasm to please turned me on like no other, and he knew it. Those pouty lips were gonna get a workout tonight.
“Don’t stop.” I wove my fingers through the curls of his hair and tugged. God, I loved his soft, shaky sounds of pleasure.
Tristan closed the gap in what felt like slow motion. His full lips wrapped around the head of my cock and his tongue got to work, swirling around the tip and lapping up the remaining pre-cum. Just the sight of him like that was driving me insane, but the hot, wet heat of his mouth took things to another level.
He opened wider and took more of me in, his lips spreading to accommodate my thickness. If there was a hotter sight in the world, I didn’t want to know about it.
The feel of Tristan’s mouth on my cock while James kissed and caressed me was more overwhelming—and more delicious—than anything I could have imagined. My heart thundered in my chest, beating in time with my mates. During the chase we sized one another up and brought our animals out to play. Now it was time to complete the mating ritual and make them mine forever.
My skin flushed hot and fire burned in my veins, but this time it wasn’t from a loss of control. It wasn’t from my shifter side threatening to burn all over again. It was a slow burn. A crackling ember grew where my heart had been, and with each touch and each kiss, it grew fiercer.
Even when I’d had my “episodes” I’d never experienced anything as intense as this. Tristan worked my cock with his mouth and hands while James wrapped his arms around me and peppered me with kisses. Between them, they left no square inch of skin unloved.
I sighed and threw my head back, wanting to lose myself in the bliss of it all. James took advantage of my exposed neck and bit down. I gasped and clutched him to me. The small spike of pain followed by a wet kiss flared the embers brighter.
My balls already started to tighten and pull up closer to my body. I was close. All I needed now was one—or both—of my men to push me over the edge.
Tristan picked up the pace and took me deeper. His cheeks glowed a bright red. Saliva dripped from his lips and coated his face. His left hand softly cupped my balls and he suckled me deep, all the way to the base. If that wasn’t incredible enough, he hummed.
His vocal cords vibrated and carried through to his throa
t and lips, delivering the most intense tingling sensation I’d ever felt. I chanced a glance downward and to see him there, cock buried in his mouth and a look of almost otherworldly bliss on his face—I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ah, fuck—Tris!” With a last, mind-shattering burst of tension I let go. Orgasm thundered through me and I held on to both Tristan and James for dear life. My knees weakened and my vision blurred. One more thrust of my hips and my cock pulsed and pumped cum right into Tristan’s waiting mouth. I’d planned to pull out, but he’d turned me on so quickly…and that hum…
When the spasms stopped, I caught my breath. I opened my eyes, and it wasn’t a dream after all. My men—both my men—were still there, still touching me, and still very much naked. Tristan hugged and nuzzled against my legs while James laid his head on my shoulder, kissing my sweaty skin.
Usually after I came, a sense of peace flowed over me. After all the energy it took, I’d be all but spent. That’s what I expected to happen this time. But instead, that alpha intuition surged within me once more.
I—no, we—weren’t done yet.
While some of the ache abated, the sensitivity and lust remained. It wasn’t fair for me to be the only one to get off in this encounter, even though it was over-the-moon amazing. I still had two very sexy omegas at my feet, and before the night was done? Everyone would have their share.
“You okay?” James whispered, bringing me back to myself.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “That was…incredible.”
Tristan’s look of pride and satisfaction radiated with such warmth I didn’t even care about the chilly night air. James looked just as sated and attentive, but I wasn’t done with them yet.
“Was it everything you wanted?” Tristan asked, his eyes still hooded. If I left him alone, he probably would have drifted into a blissed-out slumber.
“What makes you think we’re finished?” I asked, relishing his look of surprise. “Get up.”
He was definitely wide awake after that. Tristan obeyed immediately, clambering to his feet and standing next to James and I. His cock was still hard. A bead of pre-cum pearled on the tip, and my mouth watered just to look at it. I wanted to taste him just as he had tasted me. But there would be time for that.
After all, we had the rest of our lives.
23
James
Never in all my years did I think I’d be having sex with two men. Not to mention two men that weren’t even the same species as me.
It was like a wet dream come true, to be honest. I had been lusting over Tristan for so long, and here we were, locked together in a sweaty, sticky mess.
I realized now why Tristan and I wouldn’t have worked out before. It wasn’t just because we were both omegas. Not even because we came from different tribes or had different shifter animals. In the few moments we’d spent time before, there had always been something off about it. Something I couldn’t put my finger on, but something that never felt quite right. I assumed it was because we were both omegas and could never actually be together in a mated pair. And then when I saw that Hugo had a crush on Tristan, I decided to step out of the way and let him.
Little did I know, I’d be getting both.
Where things with Tristan had always felt a little strange and one-sided, with Hugo in the mix I felt…whole. Like he was the missing piece we were looking for all this time.
There was still some awkwardness between us, that was for sure. And I was certain we’d have trials between us in the future. Having a relationship with one person was hard enough, let alone two. Many people still weren’t open to polyamorous relationships, and we didn’t have any role models in the community.
I admit, I didn’t even know it was possible to have two fated mates instead of just one. But this adventure had taught me one thing above all: it definitely, definitely was.
Now with the two of them naked and panting beside me, I wanted nothing more than to show them just how right they were. Hugo leaned against me with a sated post-orgasm glow while Tristan’s grin couldn’t be knocked off with a tree trunk.
When Hugo told Tristan to get up, I felt that command all the way to my toes. Every bit of it oozed alpha. Oozed sex. My cock throbbed against me, my balls tender and aching.
Sure, I was attracted to them both. But something about Hugo made everything inside me turn to jelly. My wolf wanted to be claimed. Wanted me to throw myself at him, let him have his way with me.
I’d never had such strong feelings about anyone before. I kept to myself and my work. Even my studies of the body and healing process didn’t explain this. I knew the basics about alpha and omega physiology, but the psychology part of it was always beyond me.
Was this what they meant when they talked about omegas having heats?
I shuddered at the thought. I knew of them, of course, but I just never thought it would happen to me. As that delicious longing intensified, however, I realized something else.
I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t even unsure. I wanted this. Wanted him.
Both of them.
Hugo reached out a hand, crooking a finger toward him in a ‘come hither’ gesture. I didn’t need any more convincing than that. I closed the gap between our bodies and Hugo’s strong arm wrapped around my back. He pulled me closer and I thought he was going to kiss me at first, but he moved to whisper breathily in my ear:
“Let’s see if you’re as wet as he is.”
Holy fuck.
No one had ever touched me there before. I hissed in a breath and tensed against him. Hugo’s fingers dipped lower and slid between my crack. I already knew what he’d find. They weren’t the only ones getting off. Just being a part of this had me hard as a rock and desperate for more.
Hugo let loose a growl that made every hair stand up. My toes curled and my body seemed to be inviting him in, sucking his fingers right where they needed to go.
“Ah, you’re so wet down there,” Hugo’s raspy whisper and the heat of his breath next to my ear sent me flying. “Is all that slick for us?” He pulled his hand away and left a long string of it dangling from his fingers. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. His fingers were glazed in the stuff, shining and wet and slippery.
“See?” Hugo said. He brought his fingers close to my face to show me. The scent of my own musk hit my nostrils, but this time it was mixed with Hugo’s scent as well. The scents blossomed and complimented one another into a decadent perfume. My wolf paced and ran circles with excitement—it took all the self control I had to keep from pressing that hand to my face and giving it a good sniff.
Or shoving those slick fingers into my mouth.
A full crimson blush bloomed over my cheeks, heating my skin all the way down to my toes. This was so intimate, so personal...
Not to mention so hot.
“Tristan,” I moaned, shifting my glance to the other omega. “Come here.”
As if in a trance, he joined me and locked our hands together, burying my face in a heated kiss. I could still taste the cum on his tongue. Could still smell the scent of Hugo’s arousal, now mixed with Tristan’s unique musk.
Now that’s what I called a harmony. Three very different people, different scents, and different experiences—all coming together into one.
Hugo didn’t stop his ministrations, and I didn’t want him to. He delved back down to my crease and began to toy with my hole once more. Spikes of heated pleasure shot up my spine with each probing touch, but now I had something else to focus on.
Tristan’s cock.
His proud, solid length pressed up against his belly, throbbing in time with the beat of his heart even as I looked at it. My mouth watered. My hands twitched, desperate for the smooth velvety touch. Unlinking our fingers, I snaked my right hand toward him and gripped his shaft. Tristan smiled and sighed, planting a kiss on my cheek.
His cock was still a little slippery from the frotting and the pre-cum, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make it more so. I slipped my hand behind me
, wetting my fingers with my own juices. Hugo’s hand linked with mine for a moment, the both of us mingling in slick and cum and sweat. He leaned over and bit gently on the side of my neck. Did it hurt? If it did, I didn’t feel a thing. Only electric sparks of pleasure bringing me back into my body again and again and again.
My face glowed with embarrassment, but my heart picked up the pace and my shifter was definitely along for the ride. Screw being proper and professional. I wanted his cock, and if I had to smear my slick on him to do that—so be it.
“There we go,” I muttered, using my slick as lube. My hand flew smoothly over his shaft now. The warm, heavy heft fit just perfectly—enough room for each finger to feel the pulsing hardness.
“James,” Tristan panted, his eyes wide. “You don’t have to—“
“Shh,” I interrupted him. “I want to.”
More than anything in the world.
He let out a soft moan and bucked into my touch while Hugo’s probing grew more insistent. One finger, two fingers...was that three? I couldn’t even tell anymore. It was all pressure, all warm, wet fingers stretching me open and preparing me for what was coming next.
I started rocking my hips backward to try to get him deeper, but Hugo saw right through me. His other hand clamped firm on my waist, holding me in place. “Patience,” Hugo rumbled, and with that tone of voice? I had no choice but to obey.
I gritted my teeth against the wash of aching arousal. I needed more. Needed him in me. Why was he taking so long?
“Anticipation is half the fun,” Hugo teased, almost as if he’d heard my thoughts.
Damn him.
I tried to focus my attention on Tristan, but each little touch sent me deeper into a lustful craze. A soft whimper escaped before I was able to stop myself. This is what I’d become. Reduced to a whimpering, throbbing mess while I begged for an alpha’s cock.
All I could do to keep myself in the moment was focus on each stroke of Tristan’s shaft. The feel of his length in my hand. The soft, breathy sounds he made as I pumped him up and down, swiping my thumb ever so gently over the tip. Every muscle in his body strained and grew taut. His veins jumped out from his skin in stark relief while Tristan took hot and heavy breaths.
