Alpha Heat

by Leta Blake

  “I see.” And he thought he did. Mostly.

  “I’ve been lucky enough to only have to face a heat with a stranger twice in my life so far. Most of the time, the men my family hired were known to me, and they understood what I wanted. Or at least accepted it when I told them how I wanted to be treated.”

  “All right,” Urho said.

  “But you can make love with each other,” Caleb said kindly, as though granting them a favor. “I wouldn’t mind watching that, actually. It sounds nice even, to watch…” His cheeks went red. “I might even touch myself.”

  “Whatever you like,” Urho said calmly, though everything about the requests were most unusual indeed.

  “I can use the dildo on you, right? To help you?” Xan asked.

  “Yes. You remember from the first heat what I like with that. Once I get frenzied, though, I’d like you to fuck me. Hard.”

  “And Urho?” Xan asked.

  “He should fuck you, most likely. But if you’re having any trouble, then yes, he can fuck me. I do want to fall pregnant, though, Xan. So I’d rather it be you most of the time. Especially for knotting.”

  They nodded, and Xan reached for the pills on the bedside table. “I’ll take a few of these.”

  Caleb smiled. “You were so wonderful earlier. Perfect, actually.”

  Xan grinned a little cockily. “I did do a good job, didn’t I? I’m glad you think so too.”

  Caleb laughed and let Urho feed him some marmalade on toast and another slice of orange. “I do like this pampering,” he admitted a little shyly. “Afterward, you know? I like the cuddles during the knot, and even more once the knot is down. I like the attention. I feel very flattered by it.”

  “We can do that,” Urho agreed. “I like to cuddle after knotting too.”

  Xan smiled at Urho, and then licked his lips. “This is a little awkward, isn’t it?”

  “That’s how sex always seems to me,” Caleb said, shrugging. “Awkward and uncomfortable, like I’m not sure where to begin.”

  “When the heat wave comes again, we’ll help you through the awkwardness,” Xan said reassuringly.

  The scent of Caleb’s heat pheromones and the delicious smell of his slick intensified as they continued to feed him and force him to drink. When Caleb pushed the food away firmly, they knew it was time to transition into something more. The wave was coming on harder now, and Caleb’s chest flushed with the heat rising under his skin.

  Urho waited for him to grow frantic again, to fight it the way he had before, but that never happened. Caleb was much calmer now that Xan was with him. Urho noticed immediately the way Caleb depended on Xan for reassurance that everything was all right, even as Caleb’s body took control and spiraled him out into the delirious arousal of heat.

  The trust he showed in Xan filled Urho’s heart with affection, and his eyes grew damp more than once witnessing it so closely.

  Xan held Caleb’s hands, whispering soothing words as Urho slipped calming fingers through Caleb’s hair. As the heat came on intensely, Xan fucked Caleb with the alpha dildo, helping him through several orgasms before Caleb began to beg to be fucked. Even in his delirium, Caleb knew what he wanted.

  “I want to get pregnant,” Caleb reminded them urgently. He gripped Urho’s forearm as Xan moved in between Caleb’s spread legs. “You fuck Xan, and that’ll help Xan fuck me.”

  Urho briefly wondered if it was the right time for a pregnancy if Xan was about to be disinherited, but immediately dismissed his concern. If Caleb and Xan needed help, he’d give it to them. Any help—financial, physical, sexual—and happily so. Xan and Caleb would be just fine, no matter the situation with Xan’s family. Urho would see to that. He’d pull every string, hire every attorney, tell every lie, and protect these men until his dying day.

  He felt in his gut it was what he was meant to do. This was reason he’d lived through the pain of losing Riki. This was his calling in life now, to protect and love Xan and his omega forever.

  The sun had set long before Xan lowered himself carefully on top of Caleb, sighing as he penetrated him deeply. Caleb closed his eyes and hung onto Xan’s back, accepting Xan scenting his neck and smiling a little when Xan began to move. “That’s nice,” Caleb murmured. “Thank you.”

  Xan scoffed. “No, thank you, Caleb, for being the best omega I could ever ask for.”

  “Mmm, you just think that because I’m yours.” Caleb sighed, arching up.

  “Because you’re perfect for me.”

  Caleb chuckled and then gasped. “A little harder now. And faster. Make me feel it.”

  Xan obeyed, the slap of his hips and balls against Caleb’s body rising with the delicious, sweet scent of slick and pheromones. Urho’s hard cock grew even harder, flexing and dribbling pre-come as he watched Xan and Caleb move together. The bruises on Xan’s back and side worried him, but he soon forgot about them altogether, fascinated by the sensual scents, sounds, and visions before him.

  He’d shared an omega in the past, especially when dealing with interminable heat, but this was different. Now he was sharing his alpha-shaped omega with Caleb and he couldn’t stop the sense of proprietary pride that rose in him, the feeling that these men were his, and he was here to guide them.

  He knelt behind Xan between his legs, sliding his hands down Xan’s arching, hunching back as he fucked into Caleb, taking care not to press into his bruises. Then Caleb’s eyes popped open, blue staring right into Urho’s gaze, and he whispered, “Go on. Take him. Share him with me.”

  Urho didn’t know how much of what he felt for Xan could be passed through to Caleb, or even how much of that Caleb would really want to experience, but he could help Xan fuck his omega and do his duty. That was something he and his achingly hard cock were absolutely ready and willing to do.

  Xan thrust into Caleb’s body, and he buried his face in Caleb’s neck, his back flushed pink with effort. His ass crack flashed the swirl of hair that hid his beautiful hole. Urho scented along Xan’s neck, taking in the odors of his sweat and excitement. Urho groaned, watching over Xan’s shoulder as Caleb’s eyes rolled back, relaxing into heat-driven arousal.

  “That’s good,” he whispered into Xan’s ear. “Fuck him harder. Make him come. You’re doing such a good job—look how he’s shaking now.”

  Xan moaned, his hips snapping forward, and he turned to kiss Urho. Their tongues slipped together, and Xan whimpered when Urho pulled back. “Focus,” Urho said urgently. “Make him come again. You can do it.”

  Xan held Caleb’s hips steady and fucked into him wildly.

  “That’s it,” Urho encouraged, pressing his cock against Xan’s thrusting buttocks. “Such a good boy. You’re both so good.”

  Caleb’s muscles went taut, his thighs and stomach clenching. He cried out, coming hard, his asshole convulsing around Xan’s plunging cock and his dick exploding with delicious, wonderful omega come. Urho plunged his hands into it, gathering the white, slippery fluid and promptly rubbing it on his own cock.

  “Perfect, my love,” Urho muttered into Xan’s ear. “Now hold still a moment. And then we’ll make him come again. Together.”

  Xan grunted as Urho penetrated him, squirming as Urho’s cock filled him up. “Fuck,” he whispered, bowing his head. “Oh, wolf-god, this is…fuck.”

  “Feel good?” Urho asked, pumping gently, feeling the hot cling of Xan’s body around him, reveling in the pounding of Xan’s pulse against his cock, a living, loving beat that tied their lives together.

  “Yes,” Xan whispered, shuddering all over.

  “Good. Now we’ll make your omega come. We’ll make him fly.”

  Caleb was far gone now, his body trembling as the heat wave took him, and Xan joined him in ecstasy as Urho plowed into him hard and fast, directing Xan’s own thrusts into Caleb’s gripping hole.

  Urho knew the moment Caleb’s womb finally dropped and opened, the moment Xan plunged into the heat of his womb. There was nothing like the pleasure of pu
shing into an omega’s sweet womb—the way the mouth gripped the head of an alpha’s cock, the way it seemed to kiss it and then open for it with every plunge inside.

  “Fuck!” Xan cried, his head falling back. “Oh, wolf-god!”

  “Yes,” Urho grunted. “Come inside him. Fill him up. Give him a child.”

  Caleb rocked and shook, his asshole convulsing helplessly around Xan’s big cock, lost in a long, brutal anal orgasm that left him drooling and incoherent. Xan continued to plow into his omega, his hips slapping against Caleb’s ass and his head tossed back against Urho’s shoulder.

  The scent of Xan’s pleasure, the rising tide of Caleb’s heat pheromones, and the hot, slick, deliciousness of Xan’s hole around Urho’s cock aroused Urho completely. He bit down on Xan’s shoulder, pumping in and out as hard and as fast as he could, and then he thrust deep, roaring with satisfaction. His body jerked hard, shoving Xan deeper into Caleb. Urho shuddered roughly as he came, spurting load after load deep into Xan’s body.

  Crying out in response to Urho’s orgasm, Xan collapsed onto Caleb, and Urho followed him down. The wracking pleasure drew out, on and on. Urho gripped Xan’s hips and shoved into him, grunting as another swell and jolt grabbed him.

  “My omega,” Urho whispered in Xan’s ear. “Made for my cock.”

  Xan convulsed around Urho, shouting in lust as Urho bit his shoulder again and unloaded yet another soul-shaking spurt of come deep inside his gut.

  As the violent pleasure finally passed, Urho shivered and tried to pull out, but his attempt at withdrawal was met with resistance and a cry of pain from Xan. Urho gasped, glancing to where he was plunged deep into Xan. He belatedly recognized the thick, fat feeling in the base of his cock, the tingling and pulsing as he swelled up, his knot growing hard inside Xan’s body.

  “Fuck,” he whispered against Xan’s sweat-damp skin. He licked Xan’s neck and shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to him. “Oh, sweet fucking wolf-god,” he murmured. He gripped Xan, shoving in as deep as he could, feeling the rub of Xan’s swollen prostate against the underside of his throbbing cock. He whispered, “I’m knotting you. Hang on. Breathe through it. Such a good boy. Such a good omega.”

  Xan froze in his arms, whimpering. As Urho’s knot finished swelling, pressing hard against the walls of Xan’s body and filling Xan’s hole in a way it had never been filled before, Xan grabbed hold of Caleb, choked out a wordless cry, and convulsed on Urho’s knot helplessly. The scent of Xan’s come and the explosion of alpha mating pheromones burst in the air around them, making Urho roar and come again as Xan hunched in wildly and shot hard up into Caleb’s womb, screaming in pleasure and knotting him too.

  Beneath them, Caleb groaned and convulsed. He was flushed all over, his eyes rolled back and his nipples hard as he took Xan’s knot. His own cock spurted, and his body shook, riding out orgasms as the pressure against his omega glands and prostate overwhelmed him. Slick gushed out, allowing Xan to settle in even deeper, and everyone groaned, quaking, as every movement forced them all into ecstasy again.

  Eventually, Urho came back from the freefall of pleasure long enough to maneuver them—with many cries of pain and pleasure—into a more comfortable position so they didn’t crush Caleb with their combined weight. Carefully, and with the utmost gentleness and love pounding in his veins, Urho tipped them onto their sides. Urho pulled Xan flush against him, still buried deep inside, and Caleb hitched a leg up to sling over Xan and Urho’s hips.

  They clung to each other, letting the knots wring every scrap of pleasure from their bodies until they ached and moaned, and still came some more.

  Xan and Caleb pressed their foreheads together, whimpering and whispering reassurances to each other. “That’s good, Caleb,” and “Yes, Xan, thank you,” rose up between them. Urho nuzzled Xan’s neck and breathed him in, holding tight to them both as they all trembled and shivered through aftershocks.

  “I love you,” Urho whispered in Xan’s ear, while Xan twitched on his knot. “My own omega.”

  Xan reached back and threaded his fingers into Urho’s hair, holding on as they blissed out together, flesh locked into flesh.

  Xan quivered, lost in pleasure, knotted into Caleb at his front and knotted onto Urho at his back. His ass was stretched wider than he’d ever known possible, and his prostate was alight with pleasure. His cock was constantly milked by Caleb’s ongoing orgasms, and the hot, sweet embrace of his lover holding them all together in his big, strong arms was heaven.

  This joining went beyond his former understanding of love. It was blissful, erotic, and so full of tender, aching emotions that his whole body felt like an exposed heart, all shimmering nerve endings and pure adoration. This was his true home. They were the beginning and the end. For once, his inner alpha and omegas were both entirely satisfied.

  Honest and perfect and complete.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  Days slipped by in a haze of physical pleasure and emotional contentment the likes of which Xan had never known.

  As they became accustomed to each other, the rules around their encounters relaxed—with renegotiations initiated only by Caleb during the rests between waves.

  So long as neither Urho or Xan behaved toward him in a way that was overly ‘loverly,’ Caleb grew more playful, giving himself up to enjoyment of his omega needs with a raw, focused abandon that Urho openly admired, praising him and using Caleb’s pleasure to egg on Xan to greater heights.

  And though the three of them eventually moved between most positions comfortably, it always ended with Xan knotted into Caleb and Urho knotted into Xan, and all of them delirious with bliss, just the way Xan liked it best.

  As Caleb’s heat ebbed away, though, Urho stopped fucking Xan and began tending to his asshole instead. Xan fussed about it, regretting the loss of the knot, knowing he wouldn’t get to experience it again until the next time Caleb went into heat. And if Caleb fell pregnant, that could be more than a year!

  But Urho was right to deny him. Not being an omega, Xan wasn’t built for knots, or accustomed to taking them, and while he’d enjoyed it immensely, often begging for a knot as much as Caleb had, the reality was that he was swollen and bruised inside. Even a single finger inserted now hurt.

  It wasn’t particularly pleasant when Urho pressed ice and liniment into Xan between the final bouts of Caleb’s heat, either. They alternately chilled and burned him, and the promise of reduced swelling didn’t seem like enough to put up with the discomfort. Though Xan did love that Urho cuddled him close while the ice and medicine made Xan squirm and complain.

  “Shh, don’t argue,” Urho murmured, kissing Xan’s forehead. “You’ll thank me when you’ve healed up and can take me again.”

  “Don’t argue with your alpha,” Caleb murmured sleepily, his face tucked against Xan’s neck and his long body curled up, trembling with exhaustion. He was sticky and hot, but Xan wasn’t ready to let go of him yet. “He knows what’s best for you.”

  “You wouldn’t say that if he’d put ice up your—”

  Caleb clamped a hand over Xan’s mouth. “Don’t argue with your alpha.”

  Xan rolled his eyes, but didn’t protest again. And even though it didn’t feel good at first, there was no doubt that as the last day wore on, his asshole became less swollen inside. He thought he’d be able to take Urho again before a week had passed with any luck.

  Eventually, the heat was over, and Urho and Xan woke from a long, deep nap to the sound of the water running in Caleb’s bathroom and Caleb gone from the bed. Xan yawned and stretched, Urho kissed his chest and stomach, and Xan chuckled as he dipped lower and mouthed Xan’s cock.

  “I’m broken,” Xan muttered. “It’s not going to get up again today.”

  Urho licked the head, smiling as a little dribble of pre-come bubbled up despite his flaccid state. He crawled up Xan’s body to kiss his mouth. “I love you, alpha-shaped omega mine.”

  “I love you too,” Xan whispered against his lips.
“Thank you for being here with us.”

  “It was an honor.”

  “You are both disgustingly in love,” Caleb said from the doorway leading to the bathrooms and closets, wrapped in a robe and freshly showered. He smiled happily, though. “But, I’m quite glad about that, because I think we managed something pretty wonderful together.”

  Xan sat up, his stomach flip-flopping. “Yeah?”

  Caleb rubbed his flat belly. “I can’t promise anything, and who knows if it will truly take, but I feel different. I think we did it.” He broke into a grin. “I hope so. I’ve wanted a baby for so long. I hope he looks like you.”

  Xan laughed, and Urho kissed his shoulder, sending a shiver through him. “Well, I hope he looks like you. You’re so beautiful.”

  Caleb rolled his eyes, but looked pleased. “Let’s just hope he doesn’t look like Urho. Then we’d have some explaining to do.”

  They all laughed softly, though it was impossible. Urho had only knotted Xan. There was a sudden quiet in the room as they all looked at each other and the future possibility hung in the air.

  “Though perhaps one day…” Caleb said, shrugging. “Once an heir is secured. And once we’ve established that society and the rest of the world can simply go fuck off.”

  Urho scoffed softly at the idea, but his cheeks grew a bit darker, and a wetness appeared in his eyes. Xan wondered if a child was something Urho would want with the two of them. A biological child of his own. Or if that was something he’d only wanted with Riki.

  “We’ll start with this one,” Caleb said, smiling widely again and going to the curtains to throw them wide. A fresh, bright sun was rising on a clear day, and Caleb glowed in it like an angel. “I think he will be a very good place to start.”

  Urho drew Xan into his arms, and the two of them admired Caleb, the hope of the future babe growing tangibly between them all, filling the room with promise.

  “He’s not yet fully recovered, Mr. Heelies,” Ren said, his eyes drained and his skin gray with exhaustion. “But it appears your cousin will live. Though, if I may say so, he is much changed.” Ren pressed his lips together and then whispered brokenly, “The fever has left some damage.”