by Grey, Aspen
“Did that help at all?” Wendy asked me. This time, I turned to her and squeezed her knee.
“You know what? It actually did. It really did.”
Chapter Twenty
Ollie
The sun was down, and that meant the boys would be coming back soon. I was nervous but also excited at the same time. I’d played out so many scenarios in my head while they were gone, trying to cover every possible way I saw things playing out, from them both tearing each other to pieces and me crying my eyes out as they died on my floor, to them both getting over themselves and high-fiving while they Eiffel-towered me and gave me both of their enormous loads. That second fantasy had caused yet another solo session and a shower to clean up.
I’d also considered the possibility that I was being selfish or had gone completely insane. Wanting two alphas to share a single omega? Two alphas who despised each other and had almost killed each other? It didn’t seem likely, but when I thought back to their scents and how I’d felt when I smelled them both, I knew I wasn’t crazy.
Countless other alpha scents had gone in and out of my nose over the years, including the ones of the horrendous frat-boy bachelor party I’d had to deal with the other night, and none of them had set my soul on fire like Sid’s or Arthur’s—not even remotely.
Frat-boy party! Shit!
I scrambled for my cell phone and dialed Rusty’s number. I hadn’t even called yet to tell him I wasn’t coming in tonight, and I was scheduled to go in in less than an hour. He answered after two rings.
“Aye, boyo,” he said amiably.
“Hey, Rust,” I replied. “Listen, I—I can’t come in tonight.”
Silence.
“You shittin’ me? You’re due in in less than an hour!”
“I know, Rust. And I’ve been meaning to call you all day, I just—I got caught up with something really serious.”
I could tell him that I’d found my fated-mate; he would understand that. But I didn’t feel comfortable telling him that I’d found two of them and was trying to figure out how to make that all happen. I wasn’t even sure about that yet myself.
“Serious, eh?” he asked. “You got cancer or something?”
“What? No—”
“Gout?”
“What?”
“Consumption? Whooping cough? Bubonic plague?”
“Rusty…”
“Your fathers come back from prison?”
“No, Rusty.”
“Well, then what the fuck is so serious you can’t come in tonight?”
I bit my lip and started pacing around the room. I did feel bad about canceling on him, but tonight was the most important night of my life and if I canceled on Sid and Arthur, I would be a wreck all night and no good to anybody.
“Rusty, you’ve been good to me—more than good to me—and I can’t really tell you what’s going on tonight, but I’d really appreciate it if you’d trust me,” I told him, laying it all on the line. “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think it was completely necessary.”
Good ol’ Rust sighed heavily on the other side, but I could tell that he understood.
“Okay, boyo. But don’t say I never did anything for ya.”
“I’d never say that, Rust.”
“And I expect you in tomorrow!”
“If I’m not there, you can come up here and shoot me!”
“Well, I wouldn’t do that,” Rusty laughed. “But I might dock your pay.”
“I’ll be there, Rust. And thanks again.”
“No problem.”
He hung up and I set my phone aside and almost jumped out of my pants as a knock came at the door. I whirled around and saw Sid’s face looking at me through the tiny window. I could have melted into a puddle like the Wicked Witch of the West right then and there.
“It’s open,” I told him. My legs didn’t want to listen to me, so I stood there as he stepped inside. He was wearing another chef’s coat but still had my pants on that barely fit him. I wanted nothing more than to strip him out of them and have him ravage me.
“Hi,” he said simply, gazing at me with hypnotic eyes.
“Hi.”
We didn’t say anything for a moment. We just held each other’s gaze and felt the undeniable connection that raced between us like a powerful electric stream. His scent, that sweet ginger aroma, had me salivating.
“Arthur’s not here yet?” he asked. I shook my head.
“Not yet.”
“Well,” he joked. “I hope this goes a little better than last time.”
“Me too!” I laughed.
“Listen, Ollie—” he started to say, but was interrupted as the door opened behind him and Arthur stepped into the apartment.
“Hey,” he said simply, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Hey,” I replied.
“Hi,” Sid said softly.
Arthur looked at me and then at Sid, and I felt myself go tense.
Please let this go well!
“All right, guys,” he said. “Let’s talk.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Sid
Let’s talk?
I wasn’t shocked—I was blown away. The guy who’d been trying to kill me earlier now wanted to talk? Had a wormhole opened into another dimension? Had a body-snatcher taken him hostage or maybe someone was remote piloting him like that movie Avatar?
“Say what?” I asked him.
He frowned. “I said let’s talk.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said, I just didn’t expect that out of you.”
“Let’s not do this, Sid,” he said as he stepped farther into the apartment, positioning himself so we all formed three points of a triangle. “I had a bit of a revelation this afternoon and I’d like to just put it out there.”
I waited. Ollie waited. Arthur tilted his head back, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, it was like looking at a new man.
“Ollie, I realized today that if I can’t have you to myself, I’d rather share you with Sid than not have you at all.”
I couldn’t believe it.
“You did?” Ollie asked timidly.
Arthur nodded. “You’re my fated-mate and I’m yours—well, one of yours—and I’m not about to pass that up because this is…complicated.”
“Oh, Arthur!” Ollie exclaimed as he threw himself into his arms. Arthur caught him and held him and I felt a tiny flare of jealousy but pushed it aside in the wake of the revelation that had just swept through the small apartment.
“You’re serious, Arthur?” I asked.
“I am.”
“Where did this come from? I mean—I’m glad to hear it, of course—but it seems so out of the blue.”
Arthur slowly let Ollie back down. He stood before him, his face shining like a brilliant candle.
“Let’s just say I had a talk with someone who made me realize the flaws in my thinking.”
It was a strange thing to feel, but seeing Arthur’s shift actually caused me to examine my own thinking. Was I being silly being so jealous too? If a hard-ass like Arthur could look at this situation with new eyes, couldn’t I?
“That’s so great to hear, Arthur!” Ollie was so excited he looked like he was ready to burst into a gymnastics floor routine. I had to smile. Just seeing his happiness made me feel good.
Why couldn’t it work? I thought as I looked over at Arthur who was obviously trying very hard. Arthur has a point!
“Ollie?” Arthur asked slowly. “Do you have anything to add?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I—first of all I’d like to say that this has been a wild ride and I think we both got a little ahead of ourselves before, and as long as you don’t have any leftover anger, I’m willing to just forget about it.”
“Done,” Arthur nodded.
“Good. Having said that, I’m open to the idea of trying to make this work.”
“Yippee!” Ollie hollered as he threw himself into my arms this
time.
I closed my eyes as his scent smothered me and I felt his body for the first time.
Warm banana cream…
He was so small in my arms, a foot shorter than me at least. I couldn’t hold back my thoughts of ravaging him in bed, tossing him around and taking him any way I wanted to. There was so much I wanted to do with him, but for that moment, I just held him and felt the bond between us like a warm cosmic embrace.
“I’ve never been great at sharing,” Arthur said. “But I’m also a quick learner.”
“Who says you have to share me?” Ollie said slyly as he stepped back and looked at us both. “I mean—I’ve got more than one hole.”
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed with a laugh. Did he really just say that?
“Did you really just say that?” Arthur asked, as though reading my thoughts.
“Just because I look innocent…” Ollie said with a smile, doing a little twist around like a dancer, showing off his body to the both of us. I glanced at Arthur for his reaction, and saw a lustful look on his face.
“Listen, man,” I told him. “I’m down to try this whole sharing thing, but you and Ollie have already had your own…special time together—”
“And you’d like yours?”
“That’s right,” I nodded, glancing back at Ollie who was looking back over his shoulder at us, presenting his plump little butt like an amazing snack. “Do you mind?”
It must have been a lot for Arthur—it would have been a lot for me, but I already knew they’d been intimate before—but after a moment he nodded.
“Sharing is caring,” he smiled.
“Yes, share me,” Ollie said sarcastically as he strode seductively across the room towards me. “And everything else you can think of.”
Without hesitation, my fated-mate pressed his body against mine and ran a hand up my thigh, gently brushing against my growing bulge in the process.
“I’m so glad you two came around,” he whispered as he brought his lips to my ear. When he kissed me, my primal desires woke within me.
I grabbed him by the ass with both hands and lifted him up in front of me. He moaned and threw both of his legs around my waist and we kissed. His lips were Heaven. His body was warm, firm but soft and soothing. I felt as though I’d been waiting a lifetime to have him in my arms. If I’d had to try and explain how it felt to someone, I would have probably just started smiling and laughing like an idiot. Words just couldn’t do the feeling justice.
I looked into his eyes, mere inches from mine, inhaled his scent deeply and then kissed him.
Wow!
His eyes were beautiful, filled with energy and arresting in their power. This was how it was supposed to feel when you looked into the eyes of your fated-mate. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Ollie and I were meant for each other, and with that certainty, I kissed him.
His wet lips were supple and eager, urging my inner alpha to the surface and causing a flood of desire to shoot through my body. My hands tightened around his ass to the point where I thought I might hurt him. But Ollie took it. Not only did he take it, he moaned with enjoyment.
His teeth closed around my bottom lip, softly at first, then hard—so hard that it hurt. I grunted in pain and tasted blood. I pulled away in surprise and looked at him. He smiled back at me with a look on his face that say, “What? Can’t handle it?”
“Ooooh, you’re naughty,” I told him. He leaned in and whispered.
“You don’t even know the half of it.”
I was perfectly aware of Arthur being in the room with us, but for the moment, I couldn’t care less. I snatched the back of Ollie’s pants and tugged, snapping the button off and pulling them down beneath his ass. I wrapped my hands around it and felt the smooth slick that had begun to drip from his hole, which was readying itself for action.
The pain in my lip had been like a shot of high-octane gasoline to my internal combustion engine—and that had been his goal. I threw him down on the bed beneath me and tugged his pants the rest of the way off, exposing his cock. Now free, it stood up tall, nice and hard, like a monument made from pink marble. It wasn’t big like mine, but it wasn’t too small either. It was just right, rising up from a thin tuft of dirty blond hair. I felt myself starting to drool.
I dropped my pants to expose my own triumphant erection, putting it proudly on display for him—and for Arthur who of course was watching—and smiled as Ollie’s eyes went wide.
“Wow,” he muttered, reaching for his cock with one hand. I stood there a moment and watched him pleasure himself to me, then stripped out of my shirt, exposing myself completely to him. But after a moment, I was unable to hold back.
I knelt down before him, grabbed his thighs and bent his legs back over his head and swallowed his cock.
“Holy mother of fuck!” Ollie blurted out as he tossed his head back with pleasure then quickly looked back down at me. I gazed at him through the tops of my eyes as I began to suck him, bursting with excitement at what was happening.
My fated-mate! I thought as the tip of his cock touched the back of my throat and I tasted the sweet banana cream flavor of his precum as it dripped onto my tongue.
“Mmmmm,” I groaned, my mouth full of him. I extended my tongue and lapped at his balls, which sent his head back again and his hips thrusting forward.
Unable to hold back any longer, I swung my body around and mounted his face in a sixty-nine, slipping my dick—which was dripping with my own precum—through his open, eager lips.
The warmth and wetness enveloped me and I had to stop myself from thrusting forward and forcing all of my inches down his throat. So I held back and let him get used to it. But to my surprise, Ollie reached up with both of his hands, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer, urging me to go deeper.
Holy shit!
So, I did as I was told and drove my cock deeper into his throat until the sticking point. Ollie gagged, causing his cock to flex in his mouth and his entire body to clench up. I felt the gag, but he fought through it and I slid all the way down until his nose was pressed against my balls and he’d swallowed my entire cock.
Wow! This boy’s got some skill!
Chapter Twenty-Two
Arthur
As I watched Sid and Ollie go at it in front of me, doing a full-blown sixty-nine on the bed, I felt shocked that I wasn’t as jealous as I’d expected. I’d thought I would be fighting back my emotions, struggling with the decision I’d made to share my fated-mate with another alpha, but to my complete and utter shock and surprise, I was actually kind of turned on.
Not by Sid—at least not directly—but by watching Ollie enjoy himself. He had kissed Sid with such passion, even biting his lip hard enough to draw a little bit of blood, and his face had filled with such desire when Sid took his cock into his mouth, that it actually pleased me. His enjoyment pleased me.
My dick was hard beneath my pants, actually hurting as it struggled against the fabric which barely fit around my body, so I decided to join the fun. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down, letting my dick spring out like the main mast of a sailboat. I peeled them off and kicked them aside as the other two went at each other, discarded my shirt and started to pleasure myself to what was going on in front of me.
I never watched much porn—I was more of a real thing kind of guy—but I didn’t need to know that what was happening now was way, way hotter than watching two strangers who were being paid to do what they were doing. This was real, raw passion and lust playing out in front of me, and beyond that, it was my fated-mate’s fantasy.
“Ah, I wish I didn’t gag!” Ollie gasped as he pulled his lips from Sid’s cock, which admittedly was a big one. His lips and some of his cheeks were covered with saliva and probably some of Sid’s precum, making his face shine like he’d just finished a workout.
I’ll give you a workout, I thought as I took a step forward towards the action, using my thumb and forefinger to jerk my dick with long slow strokes.
I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Part of me wanted to join in—Ollie’s pretty little puckered hole was inviting and glistening with his legs bent up like that—but the other part of me thought I should hang back and give them their time together. After all, we’d already had our time alone already.
So, I took a seat in the chair, spread my legs nice and wide, coated my palm in some of my precum and began to slowly work my cock as I watched them go at it.
“You’re doing so well,” Sid said sweetly as he reintroduced his cock to Ollie’s mouth. Ollie’s hands wrapped around his waist and pulled him deeper. He really wanted to be able to deep-throat that whole thing, and I admired his effort.
“That’s it,” Sid said, his voice low. “Nice. Take it all. There you go.”
Ollie coughed, gagged and slapped his hand on Sid’s ass, signaling to him to pull back. Sid did, smiled, and sat back on his feet, letting his wet cock stand out straight from his body, dangling over Ollie’s smiling face.
“So close!” he laughed, reaching up and playing his fingers over Sid’s shaft.
“You’ll get it eventually,” Ollie replied. “And it won’t even be a problem.”
Ollie glanced over at me, and I could see from his eyes that he was searching for my approval. It was important to him that I was fully on board with this, and even though there was a tiny seed in the back of my mind that was still jealous and wanted him all to myself, everything else I was feeling overpowered it. I nodded to him with a smile that let him know that everything was okay.
His eyes lit up when he saw that, and I felt a piece of my ego swell as he glanced down at my cock and parted his lips slightly. It wasn’t quite an invitation, but it was enough for me. Just knowing that he wanted me was enough for now. After all, I was sharing, right?
