The Lion, the Dragon, and Their Unicorn Omega: An MM Mpreg Shifter Romance (The Unicorn Omegas Book 2)

by Lorelei M. Hart

  “He did mention restraints and his wrists in the same sentence. You know, to put in our file for later.” Sasha unbuttoned Rob’s jeans before pushing them down and helping him out of them, his lips accidentally brushing his cock more than once.

  They were trying to kill me.

  “Or now.” The words rushed out, and I got a subtle nod from them both.

  “Silly omega ours.” Rob stood behind Sasha, working his pants so I could watch as he unveiled my mate. “We have but a few hours together and so many things already on the list.”

  “List?” Oh, how I liked the sound of that.

  My men sauntered over all slow, deliberate, and smexy like.

  “List.” Rob stopped in front of me, close enough to feel his warmth but not quite close enough to touch.

  Sasha, on the other hand, walked around the side of the bed to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a notepad and something else I couldn’t quite see before he hid it behind his back.

  “List.” Sasha held the notepad out to me. Sure enough, they had made a list—and a diagram.

  “This is pretty.” I swallowed trying to process it all. “Complete, I would say. There are two S’s, though.” I pointed to the labels used for the stick people. “R is Rob but which S is which?” The words only said mark all the mates, and while it was funny, it was far less descriptive than the diagram accompanying it.

  “Describe what you see?” Rob tapped the top of the paper.

  “I see you, lying on the edge of the bed with your ass right up to the end.”

  “Like this?” Rob sat beside me before lying down. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him or the way he had moved his legs just enough to present himself to me.

  “Yes.”

  “What else do you see?” Sasha had come up behind me, his cock brushing against me.

  “This S person here is fucking him.”

  “That S person. Hmmm, that’s an interesting way to put it. What else?” Sasha’s voice had dropped to his sexy bedroom tone.

  “The other S person, he’s fucking the first one.” And that was when it finally hit me. They wanted me to take one of them. I had no idea why it took my brain so long to catch up, but when it finally did, I was beyond onboard.

  “So which S is me, and really? I mean, I know we talked about it, but this is our mating, so if you don’t want to, I understand, but really?” I was a babbling fool. I took no responsibility for it, though. They made me being all sexy and with diagram.

  “Fold the paper in half.” He chuckled. What had I missed?

  I folded it across the crease and saw nothing but the business info for Ryder’s shop where we had apparently swiped the notepad from. Sasha’s arm snaked around me, taking the paper out of my hand, flipping it over, and then placing it back where he’d found it. I looked down at had to laugh: How to make a Samuel sandwich.

  I could so work with that.

  “I’m gonna need some—” Before I could finish, Sasha had placed a small bottle of lube in my hand. “This. I need this.”

  With the lube in my grip, I just stood there unsure what to do next. I’d thought about this so often, but now that the opportunity was staring me in the face, I was frozen. What if I did it wrong? This was a pretty big deal, and one we’d waited so long for.

  “Here, give me that. Rob needs your lips around that cock.” My shoulders instantly relaxed. Even in giving me my fantasy, they were taking care of me. I climbed on the bed, licking my lips. This was not only something I was self-assured with, it was something I loved doing.

  “Put your ass where I can both reach and see it, omega. I want to see my mark on you.” Rob barked the orders, just like I liked.

  I slid around, and, before I knew it, he had me on all fours, my mouth where I wanted it, Sasha in perfect view, and my ass in his face. There had been a time not that long ago that being so exposed would’ve had me nervous, uncomfortable even but I’d figured out pretty early on that their desire for me was endless and that they loved me not only with any flaws I had but for them, including the damn stretch marks that even my shifting hadn’t fixed.

  It had been a long time since we’d been in this position, though, thanks to the enormity of my belly making it impossible for quite a few of the recent months.

  I leaned down, giving Rob a long lick from root to tip before swiping the pre-cum off with my tongue and making my best yummy face as Sasha both watched me and prepared our mate. I licked him again, going up the other side as he each grabbed one of my ass cheeks, pulling them open for him.

  I took him in my mouth, knowing that once his tongue started its magic, I was going to lose all bits of concentration. I took him inch by inch, slowly, just the way I knew he liked it. Sasha was the opposite, liking me to devour him whole the first try. It was fun learning their likes and dislikes as we grew as a triad, but not as much fun as having them lose complete control under my ministrations.

  I hollowed my cheeks as I brought my mouth up, my eyes never leaving Sasha, and that was the moment Rob decided to lick where Sasha would soon take me. He licked small circles around my entrance as I tried in vain to keep a slow and steady pace. It was useless. All pretense of form and self-restraint flew out the window when his tongue breached my circle of muscles, and I was lost to the sensation of it all.

  I continued to lick and suck with abandon as he brought his hand around me, stroking my cock as he fucked my hole. It was all I could do not to give into the sensations and shoot my cum down his chest, effectively ruining operation omega sandwich.

  Sasha stood and walked around the bed, but I kept at my task—that was until I felt arms around me and found myself lifted up and off my mate.

  “Enough of that. I just spent all that time getting him ready for your cock. We can’t have you spending it on his chest before we even start.” Sasha was having too much fun. Shit we all were. He reached down, pumping my cock twice, slicking it up with some lube before slapping me on the ass. “Now, go stick it in there, but don’t move once you do.”

  “Yes, omega ours,” Rob commanded. “Don’t move once you’re in there. I want Sasha to fuck me tonight.”

  “Oh sorry.” Shit. I had gotten that one so completely wrong.

  “Let him finish.” Sasha sighed in exasperation.

  “I want Sasha to fuck me using your cock.” How I didn’t come right then and there would go down as one of my life's greatest mysteries.

  I walked around, lining my cock up with Rob’s entrance before pushing in slowly. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was a freaking dad, and this was my first time. Which made it all the better because it was also the time when I would mate my alphas.

  I stopped as directed even though I wanted to move, to feel the way his hole embraced my cock. Sasha came up behind me, teasing my entrance with his finger before sliding inside me and grabbing onto my hips.

  “Ready, omega?” he whispered in my ear.

  Gods I loved it when they called me that.

  “Yes, alpha.”

  “Only move when I move. Nod if you understand.”

  I nodded. Repeatedly.

  He held my hips as he pulled me back, pushed me forward, and then repeated the cycle. Rob lay on the bed, fiddling with his nipple rings, his moans of pleasure intensifying the moment.

  “You can touch him, now,” Sasha whispered in my ear as we continued to fuck our mate.

  I reached down, wrapping my fingers around him, my teeth already descended, begging for me to mark him.

  “Faster!” Rob screamed out, and I didn’t know if he meant my hand or my cock but he got faster from both as my mind stopped functioning on any other thought than mark him.

  Faster and faster we went until Sasha stopped, his body quaking, emptying himself inside me as his teeth sunk into my shoulder just as I shot into Rob, my body falling forward needing to get to his shoulder—to leave my mark. My teeth sank in, the taste of iron tickling my tongue as the warmth of his release flowed be
tween us and his teeth plunged into me.

  I was marked. Marked by two of the best men I’d ever hoped to even meet much less make my own.

  We collapsed into a pile of sweaty limbs. Sasha knotted inside me.

  “Best. Sex. Ever,” Rob panted as he gathered us in his arms.

  “Rob, you sound like we are already done. As far as I can count, there are three mate marks total at this point in time, and we are going to need six—you know, to make it all official.” I waggled my eyebrows, more amused with myself than I should be.

  “Hmmm, it seems like our omega is right. But time is limited.” Sasha nibbled at my earlobe. “Rob, do you have any ideas how we could make that work—you know, with the time constraints?”

  “It would seem to me the only one here who has no bites is you, and the only one who has two bites is Samuel.” Rob pointed to each of my marks. “It would make sense that this time you were in the middle—for expediency.”

  I loved it when the two of them bantered about sex as if they were simply discussing the weather or traffic.

  “So that means you and Samuel will be on either side of me. However shall we do this?”

  “It depends. I mean, if you want to be fantastically fucked, I highly suggest Samuel goes in the back and we keep everything else the same, but if you want to jig it up, there are other positions to get us all good and marked. I can even draw a diagram.” Rob cupped my face. He was being silly and sexy and wonderful, but in his eyes and his gentle touch, the thing that shone through the most was his love, the love he had for both of us.

  “I vote fantastically fucked,” Sasha said a little too loudly in my ear. I guessed he meant it. “But first, let's read a crappy book. All this talk is going to keep me knotted to our sexy omega until it’s time for us to head back to Malinda’s.”

  “I second the fantastically fucked idea.” I leaned back, turning my head to steal a quick kiss.

  “Shall I get the plans for the foundation?” Rob sat up. “That will put you very much out of a knotty mood and we can accomplish something.”

  He was right. And we did exactly that, only managing to get through one of the subcategories before our desire for each other took over and we finished marking each other.

  Rob was right: Best. Sex. Ever.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Sasha

  I woke with a start hearing Saber almost crying from the next room, not quite a cry, just an aggravated yelp.

  The last couple of months had been exciting and exhausting all at once. Saber ate constantly, like Samuel did when he was pregnant. He was getting more and more settled in a schedule. Samuel was pumping regularly so he could leave Saber with us while he went to counseling sessions or simply to get out of the house.

  Day by day it, seemed our omega’s smile was brighter, and he was more confident than ever.

  “My turn.” I got up, but Samuel tugged on my shorts.

  “I’m up. Just bring him to me for this feeding. I’ll go to the living room so Rob can sleep. I’m about to burst.”

  Rob had taken the last two feedings so Samuel and I could get some rest.

  Samuel got settled on the recliner with his nursing pillow and a huge glass of water. Nursing apparently made him thirsty all the time.

  “Hey there, little man. What’s my warrior fussing about? Making muscles takes calories. Let’s get you changed first.” While I changed his diaper, his fussiness became a full-on cry that broke my heart. I knew he would be over it as soon as his mouth got milk in it, but seeing him upset still tore me up. I wrapped him up in a white blanket and brought him to Samuel who had moved to the couch.

  “Recliner not comfortable?” I asked since that seemed to be his favorite place.

  “It is. I just thought we could sit together.” He patted the spot behind him, and my chest warmed at the thought. Samuel could give our baby something neither Rob nor I could, and including us in the process made it better. Our omega knew us well.

  “I’d love nothing more.” After handing Saber to his father, I scooted behind them both and snuggled Samuel’s back against my chest as he coaxed Saber to take his breast. The babe didn’t need much coaxing.

  I wrapped my arms around Samuel’s waist as he laid his head back right next to mine. While Saber nursed, I stroked his baby-fine hair.

  “I love this. Thank you.”

  “For what?” Samuel asked, turning to place a kiss on my chin.

  “For carrying this baby. For making us a family. For being this bad-ass omega who gave birth outside like a champ. For nursing our babe with your golden milk. For making Rob and I whole. For helping us get the foundation off the ground. I could go on.”

  He kissed me again, this time letting his lips linger. “I should thank the both of you for freeing me, and not just from Bart. I’m a different person, now.”

  Saber made a suckling sound as one of his hands reached up to rest against Samuel’s heart like he was grateful to be in our family, too.

  We sat like that for another hour until our babe’s belly was full and he passed out asleep with some of Samuel’s precious milk leaking from the side of his mouth.

  “Come on, let’s get to bed. We only have about three hours until the next feeding.”

  I got up and helped Samuel to stand after taking Saber. With the baby tucked into his crib, we both went to bed. Samuel in the middle, we cuddled up for a rest. Rob groaned in his sleep, dreaming about who knows what. I probably didn’t want to know.

  “My butt is numb from sitting on the couch like that.” I laughed, almost asleep.

  “I might can help with that.” Samuel rolled over to face me. He reached behind me and massaged my cheeks until they were no longer tingling, but now other parts were tingling.

  “Get some sleep. We have time for this later.”

  “We have time for this now,” Rob said, turning over to face Samuel. I felt his hand stroking Samuel’s cock against mine.

  “I thought you were asleep.”

  Rob chuckled. “You thought wrong, mate. Now you both are mine.”

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