Owned by Two Alphas (Gay Menage)

by Krishna Brooks

  All I could do was grin like a lucky fool.

  Chapter Four

  I pumped my legs as hard as I could, the wind stroking my fur like thousands of fingers. Barian and Kort chased me, snapping, and snarling in play as we raced. I was smaller and swifter, their bigger, lumbering wolf-bodies unable to keep up with my lean, long frame.

  It felt so good to let my wolf free and stretch my legs. The Chicago-area spring weather was nice, the dark of the forest preserve Barian had claimed as his territory, peaceful. I couldn’t believe two weeks had passed since I’d bonded with Barian, the days passing in one log stretch of pure happiness. And exhaustion. They kept me busy but I had no complaints serving the needs to of two demanding alphas.

  Sensing their sudden agitation at being unable to catch me, I slowed my pace. I knew alphas well enough to understand that they needed to feel superior.

  I prepared myself as Barian caught up to me. I stopped and rolled over, submitting to him. He growled at me, reminding me of his authority. I licked at his face in an attempt to console him. He relaxed and settled next to me. Kort took his place at my other side and I fell into a state of bliss as my new pack surrounded me. We might be a small group, but I felt safe and secure.

  I rolled on the ground in elation, feeling right. So, this was the feeling Ben got to experience with his bears? And now I knew what it was like to be claimed by a caring and loving alpha. I’d spoken to my best friend several times and our mates had agreed to a get together and were considering a truce. One could benefit from having bears on their side. My previous pack didn’t seem to care that I’d left. Overall, things were amazing!

  Barian licked at my ear and I turned my head into his caress. Kort laid his head down and I settled against him, Barian watching over us like a stalwart leader. Beyond comfortable, sleep pulled at me and I allowed it to take me. The sounds of the forest sunk into me, stroking me softly until I drifted between sleep and consciousness.

  We laid there for a long time, enjoying the simple peace. I was aware my body had reverted to my human shape, but I was too relaxed to move. Bare arms came around me and I snuggled up against Barian’s naked chest. I inhaled his scent, is solid body keeping me warm. Kort pressed himself against my back, sandwiching me. There was no greater joy than to lie with one’s pack, especially when you were their cherished mated-omega.

  Barian ran his nose along my neck and made a sound akin to a purr. He roused me with his touch, his hands running all over my body. He said softly, “We need to start heading back.”

  Kort helped me to my feet. Barian had been right about him. Outwardly, he was cool and calm, but inside, he was a big softy. He showered me with affection and I’d discovered that he had a passion for cars. Once he got talking, he wouldn’t shut up. Barian would simply roll his eyes and chastise me for getting him going. It was amusing.

  We walked back to the SUV, my hands linked with Barian and Kort. I was still getting used to living with them. I’d been on my own for so long that it was new and a bit strange. I supposed it would take me a little while to adjust.

  The dark of night hid our naked bodies and when we got to the Charged huddle behind the bushes, Barian pulled me into a kiss, his lips commanding mine. His hands massaged my ass, his touched welcomed. He had spanked me several times since that night and I’d come to find that I enjoyed it despite the discomfort. Any attention from my mated-alpha was welcomed. Besides, it was kind of hot being taken over their knees and punished like a naughty boy. It got them riled up and a sexually satisfied alpha was a happy alpha.

  He backed me against the car, the fiberglass cold and hard against my back. His eyes glowed with need. Releasing our animals had pumped our systems with adrenaline and I slid down to my knees. Barian groaned as I took his cock into my mouth. He hardened against my tongue as I sucked him off in the middle of the woods. Kort wanted in on the action and shoved his prick in my face. I showed him some attention, switching back and forth between them. And when I couldn’t suck one, I stroked him.

  Barian opened the door. He roughly pulled me in with him and laid in the backseat so that I was on top of him. Kort joined us, caging me in from behind. Kort fished out a tube of lube from the middle console and slickened my ass while Barian ravaged my mouth. I moaned against his lips as Kort stretched my hole with his fingers. I had a feeling what was coming and I was so ready for it, if not a little apprehensive. I could see Barian’s intentions in his lust-laden eyes. They’d been preparing my ass for the past two weeks and tonight was the night.

  Barian positioned his cock against my hole and slipped in easily, my body adjusting to him as if it recognized its owner. Kort trailed kisses all over my back and kept me spread as Barian fucked me in a steady pace. It was amazing to be smothered by these two hot alphas, the bodies stroking against mine. Barian nipped at my neck and increased his speed.

  Gripping my thigh, he pulled my knee forward. “Lean back against my cock. That’s it. Good boy.”

  I gasped as he went deep, his body slapping against mine. Kort snarled behind me and rubbed his leaking dick all over my asscheeks. I whimpered.

  “That’s right, Colby. You get to have both our cocks tonight. Are you ready for that?” Barian purred.

  I gaped and nodded. A nervous thrill rushed through me, but I trusted them. Their hands on me, stroking me gently relaxed me. Kort slid his dick up and down my crack, the lube-moistened head warm and smooth. Barian stopped fucking me and locked his arms behind my shoulders so that I wouldn’t be able to protest.

  “Just relax,” Barian murmured.

  His deep, gentle voice calmed me and I rested my head against his chest, Kort positioned his cock against my hole and pushed forward. Barian guided me gently and I tried not to clench up. My muscles burned as Kort forced his way in. His glans slipped in and I jerked, a shocked groan scaping my lips.

  “Easy,” Barian whispered and tightened his arms around me. “You got this.”

  I fell into my alpha, trusting he would never hurt me and accepted Kort’s cock into my snug ass to join Barian. It hurt but it also felt good to have them dominating me in such a way. The copious amount of lube allowed Kort to slide fully into me and a moan ripped through the car.

  “Fuck yeah,” Barian growled. He gripped my throat and held my eyes. “Do you want this?”

  “Yes!” I gasped out, the sensation unbelievable. They were so big, the stretching amazing and a little scary. “I want this. Please!”

  Kort was the first to move and all three of us groaned. I couldn’t describe the way it felt to have two cocks moving inside of me. They were careful, moving slowly and gently as I whimpered curse words. I knew this experience would brand me for life and I was elated to share it with them.

  Barian kissed the bite mark on my shoulder while Kort skimmed his broad palms all over my back. I bared my teeth and growled as Barian started moving. The burn spread out to encompass me, igniting my whole body and singing my nerves. Caged between them, I could do nothing but feel as they owned me, body and soul. They sped up their thrusts so that when Kort threatened to leave my asshole, Barian plunged deep in. They did it over and over until I thought I’d lose my mind.

  “Fuck!” I barked out and looked over my shoulder, wanting to see where we were connected.

  “You like this?” Barian growled, his breath heavy.

  “Yes,” I whimpered and winced as the delicious pleasure-pain surged. My cock was hard between our bodies and I knew one touch would send me firing off, but the only way this continued to feel good was if I were aroused. Besides, I wasn’t allowed to come unless Barian allowed it.

  Their bodies slid against me as they fucked me. I went along with the ride until I was delirious. It was as if we were untethered by gravity, unbound by limits. It was fucking glorious and I never wanted it to stop. Barian took my lips and I moaned into his mouth, their strokes speeding up as they prepared to shoot inside of me.

  Barian growled and jerked inside of me as he filled
me with his seed. I roared in victory, our heavy breaths and grunts filling the car.

  I pushed back against Kort, his body tight with need. “Come on. Fuck me!”

  He snarled at my challenged and pounded into me. I gaped as the fire engulphed me. It was so intense I was sure I had died. A rush of warm cum spilled into me and I smiled dumbly as I was marked by my pack. Kort withdrew and my ass clenched around Barian’s softening cock. Kort reached between our bodies and started stroking me.

  Barian laughed. “You’re right. His ass quaking around my prick feels good.”

  I checked out of reality as I climaxed.

  Chapter Five

  I lay in the backseat, totally and awesomely exhausted as Barian pulled into a gas station. My body was sore in a good way, my heart filled with happiness. I never thought being mated could bring so much joy.

  Barian looked back to me and skimmed my cheek tenderly. “You want anything?”

  “I got all that I need,” I muttered sleepily.

  Kort laughed. “How about some of those hot chips you like?”

  “Okay.”

  They got out and headed into the gas station. I was too tired to move, the leather seat absorbing my weight nicely. I cherished the ache in my ass, the pinch of discomfort reminding me what I had happily endured. I couldn’t believe I’d taken two cocks up my ass simultaneously. But it had happened and the whole thing had cemented my place as Barian’s mated-omega. Life couldn’t possibly get any better. Although, I wondered if I would have to purposely lose a game of poker to Barian from now on, just to stroke his alpha ego.

  Then again, he’d said he liked his omegas with a little bite.

  The sound of rap music and a rumbling engine went by only to return a minute later. Yawing, I sat up and winced. They’d used me thoroughly and I hoped Barian gave me a day’s rest before he wanted to do that again.

  This time of the night, the gas station was dead. I spotted Barian and Kort inside, loading snacks into a little basket. They were laughing and smiling and I knew I was the cause of their happiness. I sighed, glad he’d come back for me.

  The hard lyrics of a rap song caught my attention and the souped up Cadillac pulled next to the Charger. I frowned at the tinted windows, unable see anything more than the rough shape of humans. No one got out to pump gas or wash the windows. It just sat there, idling. I pushed past the rumble of the engine, to the four heartbeats inside. They were jumpy, accelerated and there was something else… a clicking as if metal was falling into slots.

  My packs’ laughter sent a chill through me, my shifter instincts firing off. I went to yell out the window to Barian and Kort as they exited the store. “Wait—”

  A spray of bullets cut off my words and I ducked against the backseat as unholy hell was leashed upon us. It was so loud that my ears rang. When it was over I pulled the handle, and slinked out.

  “No, get back inside!” Barian snapped at me.

  A man dressed in a ski mask came around the Charger and pointed an Uzi at me. My breath caught as I stared at the smoking metal of the gun, sure it would be the last thing I saw. Kort suddenly put his body in front of me, his arms caging me in a protective shield. The sound of gunfire swirled around me and Kort cried out in pain as his body jerked.

  The bullets cut off and the sound of snapping bone and tearing flesh followed. The Cadillac’s wheels screeched and Kort released me in time to see Barian chasing the fleeing car. The gunman was on the ground, gurgling, his throat ripped out.

  “Get in the car,” Kort shouted.

  I had no time to ask if he were okay. My body instinctively responded to his authority and I slipped into the passenger’s side as we took off. We found the Cadillac a half mile down the road in a ditch, it’s headlights highlighting mangled bodies. Someone crawled out into the road and Kort hopped out. I winced and looked away as the human screamed as Kort ripped him to shreds.

  When it was over, I got out, the need to find Barian and hold my alpha close too great. I found him in the ditch and pushed a mangled corpse off him. My heart squeezed as he moaned, his body shot, blood everywhere, but I was sure half of it was not his.

  “Kort!” I shouted, my throat closing.

  Kort was next to me in an instant. We helped Barian to his feet and set him in the backseat. He was barely conscious, his head lolling on his shoulders. What had he been thinking going after these guys by himself? Now was obviously not the time to yell at him.

  “Take off your shirt,” Kort ordered and I obeyed. He balled it up against the gunshots in Barian’s chest and pushed my hand. “Press hard.”

  Barian groaned, his lips curling over his fangs. Kort got in the driver’s seat and peeled rubber. I did my best to collect myself, but I was terrified.

  “You… okay?” Barian rasped.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, my voice sounding thin to my ears. “I’m more worried about you looking like Swiss cheese.”

  He laughed then coughed, blood staining his lips. He grazed my cheek with his hand, and I leaned into his touch. Oh God, what if I lost him tonight? I wouldn’t survive. We were linked my more than that physical. Shifters were strong and resilient, but we weren’t invincible. I held him tenderly and kept the pressure to his wounds. Kort steered us toward Chicago and to The Watering Hole. The dragons that ran the place often patched up wounded shifters. It was clear from his heavy breathing and gasps that Kort was in pain and I wished I could do more.

  “Not hurt?” Barian said again.

  “Not a scratch,” I confirmed.

  He bared his fangs. “I tore them apart.”

  “I know,” I said. “You did a good job. Thank you for protecting me, alpha.”

  Barian seemed placated, his body loosening in my arms. Kort pulled us up behind The Watering Hole. I helped him carry Barian into the back. The dragons scrambled to get Barian downstairs where they had a clinic set-up. I watched with wide eyes as they cut the shirt from Barian body and started inspecting him.

  Something about a punctured lung…

  The sound of something heavy falling to the floor grabbed me and I looked to the side to find Kort on the ground. Gasping, I dropped next to him. His back was riddled with bullet holes, his shirt soaked. A dragon crouched next to me, the heat coming off him warming my chilled body.

  What if I lost them both?

  ****

  The hours bled into one long stretch of fear and misery. Finally, someone came and got me. I wanted to ask questions but I couldn’t seem to find my voice. The dragon led me into a small room where Barian lay in bed, his face tight as he slept.

  I rushed to his side, the blood-stained bandages crisscrossing over his chest startling.

  “The single bullet that managed to penetrate his muscles punctured his lung. We put a tube in temporarily to release the air but he will be fine,” the dragon said.

  “Barian won’t let a pesky bullet stop him,” Kort said behind the dragon.

  I rushed to him and hugged him tightly.

  “I’m okay,” he murmured and kissed the top of my head.

  I clung onto him, realizing he was my mate as much as Barian was. We were a team, a triad, and without the other, we were not a pack. My fingers grazed thick pads and I came around to see the extent of the wounds on his back. I winced. He could have been paralyzed but hadn’t given a second thought to shielding me.

  He pulled me back into his embrace and I savored the beat of his heart against my ear.

  Barian’s anguished moan startled us both and we rushed to his side. I whispered his name and his lashes fluttered open. The green of his eyes was dull but the moment they connected with mine, they flared to life.

  He cupped my cheek. “You are whole?”

  “I’m fine,” I managed.

  He gasped and looked to Kort, the concern in his expression evident. Barian was a true leader, strong and powerful but his love for us is what solidified his position as our alpha.

  Kort took Barian’s hand and nodded.
“I got a few holes in me but I’m good. I’m pissed that you took all the fun, however.”

  “Not true,” I teased. “Kort turned one of the guys into hamburger.”

  Tipping his chin up in pride, Kort huffed. “One wasn’t enough.”

  “You’re going to get your chance, Kort. I think we both know who they were working for,” Barian said, his face hardening.

  Kort growled. “I saw the tattoos.”

  I push my palm against Barian’s shoulder as he attempted to get up. “You need to rest. You got a tube in your side to help you breathe.”

  “I need to kill that fucking pencil-dick, is what I need to do. He didn’t even have the balls to tag along with his homies,” Barian spat, his eyes blazing with the promise of vengeance.

  I put all my weight into my touch. His jaw ticked and I could see he wasn’t happy with me challenging him, but alphas were prone to acting without thought. That was a part of the reason he had mated me. Because omegas were the most level-headed of the lot. I let him see the concern and love on my face.

  “Maybe you are right,” he huffed.

  “You know that I am. Just because you are my alpha, doesn’t mean I’m going to let you do something stupid.”

  A smile ticked at his lips. He took our hands and kissed them. “My pack.”

  I snuggled against Barian, one arm holding me close while he held onto Kort’s hand with the other. We were alive and safe and I knew once they were healed, they’d end the threat once and for all.

  We had a happy future together and I could wait to one day add little ones to our pack.

  About the Author

  Two guys are great, but the more, the better! Krishna Brooks likes writing about dominant alphas and submissive omegas with a healthy side of kink. Love is the cherry on top. Alphas flexing their dominance, omegas willfully submitting, oh my!