Three Ways to Destiny: An MMM Shifter MPREG Romance (SoCal Cuties Book 5)

by Aspen Grey

  “Where are you going?” Carlito asked me. The question came so out of the blue that it surprised me. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned my head to him like the turret on a gunship or one of those killer robots you see in animated films.

  “What did you just say?”

  Carlito gulped. Despite his cheating and his childish, spiteful behavior, he clearly still wanted my approval. Whether or not he actually cared about me, or was just insecure, I couldn’t be sure. But after what he had done, I didn’t care either.

  “I just was wondering where you would go,” he said shyly. “You aren’t gonna live on the street, are you?”

  “No, Carlito, I’m not,” I replied. “It’s really none of your business what I do, but seeing as how you asked, I’m going to go live with my fated-mate.”

  Bruce snorted, causing me to clench my free hand into a fist.

  Carlito hesitated. “Your…”

  “Fated-mate,” I repeated. “Yes, you heard me right. So, no, I won’t be living on the street. Don’t you worry about me. I’ll call the landlord and get off the lease so you and Bruce can live happily ever after.”

  Of course, that wasn’t what either of them were looking for, and that was why I said it. I wanted them both to know that I’d found true love and they were both just a couple of immature home-wrecking sluts.

  I moved towards the door, and that’s when Bruce stepped in front of me.

  “Fated-mates?” he laughed spitefully. “What a crock of shit!”

  I slugged him right in the nose. He wasn’t worth shifting, and I didn’t want to tear up my clothes for the second time.

  He let out a grunt of surprise and pain and tumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet before slamming down at the base of the couch. Carlito squealed and leapt over to him.

  “Brucey!”

  “Brucey?” I laughed as I shouldered my bag and headed for the door. “Fuck, you two are meant for each other. Have fun.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Ollie

  “You know, I think this is perfect,” I told Sid as I spread out on one of the two couches in the main living room of his apartment. It wasn’t a villa in La Jolla or a million-dollar apartment downtown, but it was ours. It smelled like Sid, it had his touch to it, and it was perfect as a starter place for where we were now.

  The only way is up!

  “I’m glad to hear you say that,” Sid replied. “I’m sure one day we’ll be able to afford something bigger.”

  “Don’t worry about that,” I told him as he lifted my legs up and set them across his as he sat down with me. “Sure, it would be nice to be like a Kardashian and have six mansions and some Bentleys. But it’s not what I need to make me happy.”

  “What do you need to make you happy?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

  “My fated-mates,” I replied. He leaned in and kissed me, which made my heart warm. There was still that tiny, barely-there sliver of doubt in the back of my mind that when I said something like “mates” or mentioned Arthur’s name outside his company that Sid would get jealous or angry or upset. I mean—they had tried to kill each other. But it was becoming obvious that my fears were unwarranted, and the two had managed to move past their jealousy and accept that this was what the universe had planned for us.

  If only the humans could understand this feeling.

  Sid leaned down and kissed me, and I felt the urge come upon me, causing my cock to jump as it prepared to plump up into a nice erection. If this was how life was going to be, with Arthur and Sid’s touch completely turning me on every time, it was going to be hard to get through the day!

  The door opened and Arthur stepped inside, an old Navy bag slung over his shoulder. He looked unhappy.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up with concern.

  “Oh, ya know. Just a little fistfight back at the former Arthur household,” he grumbled, setting his bag down.

  “Fistfight?” Sid asked. “With who? Your ex?”

  “My ex’s new boyfriend,” he replied, slumping down on the other couch. The knuckles on his right hand were red.

  “New boyfriend?” I asked. “That was fast.”

  “Yeah, well, he’s a slut,” Arthur shrugged. “And they deserve each other.”

  “Arthur?” I asked.

  “Yes?”

  “Come over here,” I said, motioning to him with a smile, which he returned as he got to his feet. He came over and knelt down on the couch beside me, placing one of his firm hands on my chest. I leaned over and kissed him, feeling secure and protected with my two mates by my side. If I’d been struck down by lightning at that very moment, I would have died more content than I’d ever been in my entire life.

  “So, Sid and I were talking while you were gone,” I told him. “And I was telling him how badly I want to be bred…”

  Arthur’s eyes lit up. “Yeah?”

  “Mmmhmmm,” I nodded. “And that got us to thinking—”

  “Which one of us is going to breed you?”

  “It’s like you read my mind,” I laughed. “For the twentieth time.”

  “Well,” he said, getting to his feet and unbuckling his pants. “I think we should have a dick-measuring contest and the guy with the biggest dick gets first dibs!”

  “What?” Sid replied with a laugh.

  “What’s the matter, buddy?” Arthur teased. “You scared of the competition?”

  “Oh, bitch, please!” Sid bellowed, lifting up my legs as he got to his feet and began to unbutton his pants.

  “Guys, guys, guys!” I blurted out, barely able to contain my laughter. “Relax, relax! You both are huge, okay? And I’m sure the difference is only like an eighth of an inch, so we really don’t have to do this!”

  Both of my alphas grinned like a couple of teenagers and buttoned up their pants.

  “Okay,” Sid replied. “What do you suggest, then?”

  “Hmmm…” I mused, scratching my chin. It was a hard question, filled with all kinds of implications. If they left it up to me, who would I choose? If I chose Sid, would Arthur resent me? If I chose Arthur, would Sid feel slighted? I could let them both breed me and then see which sperm won out—but then again, wouldn’t that create some competition between them that would eventually harm the relationship? And what if, by some strange chance, I just kept getting pregnant by one of them? What would we do then?

  So many questions, I thought.

  “Why don’t we just flip for it?” Arthur suggested with a shrug.

  Both Sid and I burst out laughing. “Flip for it?”

  “Good one, Arthur,” Sid snorted as he sat back down with me.

  “I’m serious,” Arthur replied. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t even smiling.

  “Wait, really?” Sid asked.

  It really isn’t that dumb, I thought as I looked back and forth between them. And it would solve all those questions…

  “Why not?” Arthur replied. “If we try to figure it out in any other way, someone’s just going to get upset.”

  “Hmmm…”

  “I agree with you,” I said quickly. “It sounds…kind of silly…but I think it’s probably the best option. I’ll end up getting pregnant by both of you anyway, so why not leave the first one up to chance?”

  I looked at both of them. Sid pondered for a moment then gave me that “okay” look by tilting his head and pouting out his lower lip. As it was Arthur’s idea already, he simply nodded.

  “Okay,” I smiled. “Who’s got a coin?”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Sid

  Ollie held the quarter in the palm of his hand and looked at us. Arthur stood in front of me. The room was filled with tension, as though we were waiting for the president to walk in the door. It felt like so much was riding on this moment, but in reality it was just deciding who would get their turn first. No matter what, both of us would be breeding Ollie, and flipping for who bred him first was the best way to make sure nobody got thei
r feelings hurt.

  “Okay, no funny business,” Arthur joked to me.

  “What am I, a magician?” I replied. “Or a Jedi that’s going to flip the coin in midair?”

  “You guys haven’t even chosen sides yet!” Ollie exclaimed.

  “Heads,” I said.

  “I want heads!”

  “You want head,” I corrected him. “But you’re gonna have to wait.”

  Arthur smirked and frowned at the same time. “Tails it is—you know, I could use some tail too actually!”

  He reached over and pinched Ollie on the butt, causing him to jump and drop the coin to the floor. It landed heads up.

  “That doesn’t count!” Arthur blurted out quickly. “That wasn’t a flip!”

  “Oh, it counts!” I laughed, fucking with him. “It flipped on the way down and it landed on heads!”

  “No way, no way!”

  “Sorry, buddy! You lose! Muahahah!”

  “We’ll flip again,” Ollie chuckled. “Don’t worry, Arthur.”

  Ollie retrieved the coin from the floor and placed it on his thumb. He looked at both of us, then flipped.

  I watched as the coin spun over and over through the air and began to fall. It might as well have been in slow motion. Arthur and I were both completely hypnotized by it and when Ollie snatched it out of the air, I thought I was going to explode from anticipation. But he held it in a closed fist and stared at us.

  “Well?”

  “What is it?” Arthur asked quickly. “Come on!”

  Ollie, clearly loving the attention and having his two mates fight over him, smirked then finally opened his hand.

  “Ohhh!” I roared happily, grabbing Ollie by his butt and lifting him into the air. It was heads—again.

  “Fuck,” Arthur groaned, collapsing onto the couch. “What the fuck?! That coin is rigged. Sid rigged it!”

  “Relax, buddy,” I laughed. “You’ll get your turn. But right now, I have some business with this sweet omega booty.”

  I threw Ollie over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried him easily up the stairs and into the bedroom. Arthur was free to watch, as usual, but I expected he would sit this one out. Not because he was angry, but because breeding was a little more personal, and even though this was a three-way relationship, sometimes we liked to have our own time with Ollie.

  I tossed him down on the bed, rolled him over onto his stomach and tugged his pants down to reveal his plump little ass, which was already beginning to gleam with the first drippings of his slick. He smelled so delicious, his scent was so sweet that I had to bend down and bite his booty.

  “Ah!” he yelped, trying to playfully squirm away. But I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him back, and as my cock began to grow, I spread his ass open with both hands and lapped at his hole. “Oh, that’s so good, baby.”

  He groaned as I ate his ass, relishing in the taste of warm banana cream. He tore his shirt off and threw it aside as I licked him. I used one hand to unbutton my pants and give my cock the room it needed to grow. It wasn’t more than a few seconds before I was completely hard. Ollie turned me on every single day, but the excitement of knowing I was going to breed him this time had me on an entirely new level of horniness.

  I stood up and mounted him, not even bothering to take his pants off. I left them at his ankles as I placed both of my knees on either side of him and pressed the tip of my cock against his hole. Ollie loved to talk and tease, and whispered, “Oh, you want my hole, baby—?”

  But before he’d finished saying the word “baby,” I pushed inside him.

  “Woooow!” he gasped as I slid all of my length into him without hesitation. I closed my eyes as the warm wetness of his ass enveloped me, squeezed against my cock and tugged me into him as deep as I could go. I felt his sweet spot and pressed my balls against his, which were wet with slick.

  I leaned down, pressing him into the bed with all my weight, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, neck and head like two heavy chains, ensuring he could go nowhere—not that he would want to, of course.

  I began to pound him. His breath came out of his mouth in short gasps with each stroke.

  “Fuck—me—bay—bee!” he stammered as my most basic, primal instincts took over. My dick was a long rod connected to my balls which were filled with my nectar, the miraculous baby batter that would impregnate him and cause a cub to grow in his stomach, a pup that belonged to me and would one day be my child.

  It was that instinct that took me over and pulled me out of my own consciousness and into a realm of pure animal sexuality. I almost felt the urge to shift as I thrust in and out of him, but I didn’t. Instead, I knotted.

  I’d never done it before. After all—why would I? I never wanted to breed anyone until now. The feeling shocked both of us.

  “Oh my God!” Ollie gasped.

  “Mother—FUCK!” I groaned as I wrapped my teeth around him where his neck met his shoulder.

  I felt suddenly powerful. I was no longer Sid, I was a big, bad, breeding machine—a force of nature designed by the gods and sent here to take Ollie’s fertile body and use it, put a cub inside of him and make him mine forever.

  He was pinned beneath me, with my arms wrapped strong around his body, but he bucked his hips up against me and I understood immediately what he needed; his own cock was getting hard too and he needed room to let it free. So, I rolled us both onto our sides so we were spooning together, and reached around to touch his cock.

  “No,” he whispered as I ground my knot inside of him. “I can come without that.”

  Hands-free?! I thought. I’d never been able to do it, but then again I’d never had anyone knot inside of me. I wasn’t about to argue. I moved my hand from his cock to his neck and squeezed, choking him slightly and pulling his face to mine.

  Eyes closed, his lips puckered out and I kissed them, licked them and sucked them as I worked my knot inside of him. I felt the tingling sensation as I approached orgasm. A feeling almost like anger came over me. I was a fierce breeding machine and I had to stop myself from clamping my hand down on his neck and biting into his flesh. I wanted to ruin him and exalt him at the same time. I wanted to treat him like a prince and a whore. I wanted to fuck him harder than I ever had, while at the same time make sweet passionate love to him. I was filled with contradictions. His body was driving me insane. But the one thing I knew for sure was I was about to come.

  “I’m so fucking close, my love,” I whispered into his mouth. “I’m going to fucking fill you up with my seed. I’m going to make you pregnant.”

  “Y—yes, baby!” he stammered, my hand still closed around his neck. “Get me pregnant!”

  Your wish is my command, I thought as my knot flexed and exploded inside him.

  He came as I came. I roared with pleasure as my orgasm flattened me like the world’s biggest hammer pounding down on the smallest nail. I was nothing compared to the bliss that enveloped me. I saw stars as my hips bucked forward and stayed there, my body not allowing even the slightest chance of my knot somehow slipping out of him—as if that was possible. I was locked to him and he to me. He screamed.

  “FUCK, SID! I’M COMING!”

  I managed to open my eyes and look at his cock and watch with amazement as he came, hands-free, and pumped a huge load all over the bed. We came together, like musicians playing in concert, my cum filling his ass as his sprayed out of him onto the comforter.

  His body shook. He quivered like he was freezing to death. My balls flexed and unloaded into him, all of that alpha nectar that was going to do its job and put a cub in his belly. It was absolute bliss. Pure fucking magic.

  As we both began to come down, I still felt the lingering effects of the greatest orgasm of my life. It was beyond simple pleasure in my dick. It was a mental orgasm as well, an emotional shift as our relationship took a turn and became even deeper and more important than before.

  “That’s it, baby,” I finally managed to whisper. “We
did it.”

  He smiled and kissed my cheek. “We’re making a baby.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Ollie

  Four months later…

  It was move-in day to our new apartment and I was being completely useless. But hey—what’s a pregnant omega that could burst any day supposed to do to help two strong alphas?

  “King in the castle, eh?” Arthur smiled as he carried another box through the living room where I was sitting on one of the couches we’d brought over from Sid’s old place. I smiled and took a pillow and placed it on my head.

  “How do you like my crown?”

  “Needs some work,” Sid joked as he came in behind Arthur with a couple of bags.

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

  We’d found a bigger place together, still in Pacific Beach, but with a much larger master bedroom, one big enough for a bed that would fit three people. We’d found a mattress, after a lot of searching, but finding a frame that would hold it had been some challenge. That was until Sid had found a local woodworker named Jedrik who said he’d be able to build us one custom, and because we were shifters like him, he’d give us a good price.

  “Looks like it shouldn’t be a problem,” he said as he came out of the bedroom with his tape measure and a smile on his face. “I’ll make it out of cherry—or maybe walnut. Do you want it to be warmer or darker?”

  “That’s an Ollie question,” Sid replied, deferring to me.

  “Warmer,” I said immediately. “Definitely.”

  “Cherry it is then,” he smiled. “With amber shellac—or maybe cedar if I can find some.”