by Aspen Grey
His command was so perfect it was like mind control. Instantly, I withdrew from Perry’s mouth and dropped onto my back and slid beneath him, where I found his cock hanging down, hard and dripping with pre-cum. I let it spill over my face before wrapping my lips around it and sucking eagerly. I didn’t even have to do anything really, as every thrust from Jedrik caused Perry’s dick to slide in and out of my mouth.
Perfect…
“I can feel him getting tight on me,” Jedrik told me. “You gonna come, Perry? You gonna come for me?”
“Y-yes!” he gasped, finally managing to speak.
“You are?” Jedrik repeated.
“I—I feel it!”
And I felt it too. Perry’s cock, already rock hard, swelled in my mouth and with another pound from Jedrik, I felt him explode.
Sweet, salty goodness spilled into my mouth like a river breaking down a dam. It splashed against my cheeks, squirted onto my tongue, causing me to swallow eagerly.
“FUCK!” Perry finally yelped. Jedrik, being the caring, attentive lover that he obviously was, buried his cock inside of Perry, easing down on his poundings to give Perry a moment to come. After all, too much sensitivity can be counterproductive.
“Mmmmm, mmmmmm,” I mumbled as I swallowed. Jedrik spanked Perry’s ass hard, causing his body to quiver. He groaned again, and as he did, his arms failed him and he slumped down against me, his heart pounding and his body covered in a thin film of sweat. Before I even had a chance to do anything, I felt Jedrik’s strong grip on my arm. He tugged me easily out from under Perry, lifted me into his arms, and set me down on top of my boyfriend’s back, effectively stacking us up with our holes presented to him.
“Now,” he said firmly as he pressed the tip of his enormous phallus against my ass. “It’s your turn.”
Chapter Eleven
Jedrik
I felt like a conquering hero as I lived out a fantasy that had been mine forever but I’d never thought possible—stacking up two beautiful omega asses for me to choose between. I’d never even met an alpha who’d done it before, and as I pushed inside of Roberto and felt his ass open up for me, I tilted my head up towards the ceiling and groaned triumphantly.
“Fuck, yes,” I growled as I grabbed the flesh of Roberto’s ass as tightly as I could and pulled him back down on me. Perry was still gasping for breath after the fucking I’d given him. I couldn’t imagine how hard he must have come with my dick in his ass, pressing against that sweet spot that I felt against the tip of my dick, and Roberto’s succulent lips servicing him from below. “Take that dick.”
I spanked him hard, making sure to leave a nice red handprint on his right cheek. In a way, it was like marking him as mine. I wanted something more permanent though, and felt my fangs begin to extend as I watched his beautiful omega booty bounce up and down on me as I thrust.
Perry shook beneath him, and it was almost like I was fucking them both.
“You…you like it too, Roberto?” Perry’s voice was soft and almost imperceptible from beneath us.
“It’s incredible!” Roberto gasped as I picked up the pace, driving my dick into him like a battering ram. I couldn’t believe how they were both taking it. It didn’t seem like there had been any pain when I put it in, which was unusual, given my size. Maybe it had to do with the fact that we were meant for each other.
Fated mates…three of them…
Not only were our spirits and emotions aligned, but so were our bodies? It was as good a theory as ever, and the more and more I thought about it as I fucked Roberto, the more and more I believed it.
“Stroke your cock, baby,” I told Roberto. Of course, it wasn’t easy for him to do, slumped down on Perry’s back like that, so I gripped his hips and lifted him into an even more prone position, giving his cock room to hang. Roberto obeyed and slid his hand between his legs and began to quickly rub his swollen tip, which was dripping with beautiful, gleaming strings of pre-cum that dripped onto Perry’s lower back. It was then that a thought entered my mind.
“Perry,” I said loudly, snapping him out of his post-fuck stupor. “Roll onto your back.”
“Mmmm?” Perry replied, but he heard me and obeyed. As though waking up from a ten-hour nap, Perry wriggled against the couch and onto his back, displaying his beautiful body to both Roberto and me.
“Get underneath him,” I told him, pointing to Roberto’s cock. I slid my hand beneath him and swatted his away, taking full control. Roberto’s sharp intake of breath signaled the greater spark of pleasure that came from my strokes rather than from his, and I jerked him off with the same rhythm that I fucked him. “I’m gonna milk the cum out of him,” I told Perry. “And you’re going to take it all over your face.”
I saw Perry’s eyes light up and a renewed energy swell through him when he heard that. Pre-cum from Roberto’s cock coated my hand and I felt my own orgasm rapidly approaching as the hotness of the situation overwhelmed me. It was pure sexual decadence, like the best kind of chocolate that you only indulge in on special occasions. Only this was more than just a sweet taste in my mouth—it was my body and soul.
“I’m getting close,” Roberto told me as I stroked him. He wasn’t lying. I could feel it.
“So am I.”
“You going to come in me?” he asked.
“I am,” I replied, feeling my balls contract, readying themselves for the biggest explosion of my life. “And you’re going to take it all.”
“YES!” he gasped.
“Take it, baby,” Perry said encouragingly, positioned perfectly beneath Roberto’s throbbing cock. “Take it!”
And that did it. Perry’s cries to Roberto inflamed me. I instantly knotted, forming a hard fist inside Roberto that caused him to cry out, and I gave myself over to the single most incredible orgasm of my life. Nothing else even came close.
As my cock erupted, my hips bucked forward and my hand clenched down on Roberto’s dick. I felt his cum against my fingers as he came with me, and looked down to see it spray all over Perry’s eager face. Tongue outstretched, he fought to swallow as much of it as possible, but several streams and many drops landed on his cheeks and forehead.
“Ah, I’m coming!” I growled from deep inside my chest as I shot inside Roberto, what must have been an incredible load, filling him up with my sweet juices. I looked down at his hole and saw pearls of white spilling out of him like he was overflowing, and let out a loud cry and spanked his ass hard with both hands. I leaned down and buried my two fangs in the flesh of his right shoulder, not hard enough to really hurt him, but enough that he would feel it.
He yelped and reflexively struggled to get away, but I was knotted inside of him and my hands held him tightly in place. A few drops of blood spilled into my chest as I marked him as mine, and when he understood what I was doing, he relaxed and slumped down onto the couch.
I pulled back and grabbed Percy with one hand, lifting him like a rag doll and bringing him to me.
“Oh!” he groaned in surprise. I spun him around, clutched his ass, kissed his ear, neck and collarbone, then marked him the same as I had done to Roberto. “Oh, fuck!”
His cry was short and sweet, but unlike Roberto, he didn’t even flinch or try to pull away. Instead, he reached behind him with both hands and clutched my legs, pulling us closer as I tasted his blood and marked him as mine. No other alpha’s teeth print would fit those two scars that would eventually form on him like a custom tattoo. If our status as fated mates wasn’t secure before, it was now.
Chapter Twelve
Perry
Sleep wasn’t sleep that night—it was something else.
Exhaustion normally wasn’t a good thing, but the sweet, draining experience that we’d just gone through with Jedrik was enough to knock me into a semi-dream state where I must have been smiling until I woke with a start to the sound of cries outside.
I rocketed into a seating position and slapped Roberto on the arm.
“Roberto!” I whispered, looking aroun
d the room for Jedrik and not finding him. “Roberto!”
“What?” he groaned, quickly sitting up beside me and slipping an arm around my shoulders.
“Do you hear that?” I hissed as the snarls from out back grew louder. “What is that?”
“Where’s Jedrik?” he asked, looking around.
“I don’t know!”
“JEDRIK!” Roberto cried out. But there was no response. I heard another yelp, louder this time, and without even thinking, shifted.
I was down the back steps and bursting out into the alley before I even knew what I was doing. The sight that greeted me sent a horrible chill down my spine, like a wave of crushed ice seeking to brittle my nerves and paralyze me.
Jedrik was standing at the center of a group of panthers, two alphas and a beta, with an omega standing in the background watching.
Blood spilled from Jedrik’s haunches and the teeth of one of the alphas, whose fur was spotted and patched like he’d been living rough for years. The beta was twitchy, waiting for the alphas to make a move before he did anything, and the second alpha had blood on his claws. As Jedrik took a step to the side, more blood fell from a set of deep slashes on his cheek.
What is going on!?
My heart tensed in my chest as Roberto ran up beside me, shifted and snarling, his lips curled fiercely, doing his best to look as intimidating as possible. I did the same, but really—how scary were we? We were only a couple of omegas facing off against two alphas and a beta, and another omega if he decided to join in.
We are fucked, I thought as I still tried to get a handle on what was going on. Who were they? Why were they here and why were they trying to kill Jedrik?
It didn’t matter. This was not the time for questions. Answers would come later. This was the time for action, and despite Roberto and I both being omegas, if we didn’t do something, Jedrik could die.
Together, we roared and leapt forward, aiming for the closest alpha. I nipped at his front paws, but he leapt back out of range. Roberto clawed at him but found nothing but air. However, our attacks distracted the ragged-looking son of a bitch long enough for Jedrik to dart in and sink his teeth into the panther’s front leg.
I heard a crunch as bones broke beneath my fated-mate’s teeth and leapt forward as the alpha cried out in pain and despair. My heart was ready to explode. I’d never been in a life-or-death battle before, and felt ready to pass out from the rush of adrenaline that had burst through me like a bolt of lightning to the skull.
My teeth found flesh and I bit down with every bit of strength I had. I tasted blood. I felt the alpha’s body shake and quiver with pain. He tried to wriggle free, but Roberto dove in and clamped down on another of the alpha’s legs, tearing it out from under him and sending him crashing down against the pavement.
Someone slammed into me, knocking all the breath from my chest and breaking my jaw free of the alpha. I was sent scattering across the ground before smashing into a dumpster, and looked up to see the other alpha racing towards me, his eyes filled with an angry bloodlust.
Just as he was about to reach me, Jedrik, bloodied and battered, hurled himself between us, taking a blow to the chest from the charging alpha’s skull. I heard his gasp as the breath was beaten out of his lungs, and scrambled to my feet as Roberto came rushing over to us.
But the other beta had decided it was time to join in, and leapt at my boyfriend and snatched his back paw with his teeth, catching him before he could reach us. With a whip of his head, he sent Roberto slamming down against the ground. His yelp set my heart on fire and I dove towards them, not even bothering to aim my attack.
I slammed into them, our bodies and limbs colliding and twisting in a pile as we turned over and over and over again, bashing painfully against the ground, teeth gnashing, looking for a piece of flesh to hold onto.
The terrible scents of the invaders was like a net of swamp water clinging to my fur, and I hacked and coughed as my back hit the ground and I scrambled to get my paws under me.
Roberto yelped and I kicked out hard, my back feet finding the beta’s face and snapping it back. He squealed and squirmed, doing his best to get away, but that was when Jedrik joined in. He raced forward, limping in obvious pain, and threw his jaws around the beta’s neck. With one quick, fierce tug, he tore the flesh from the bone and spilled blood onto the pavement.
We’re doing it! I thought as I readied myself again and turned back to the alpha and omega, who were now outnumbered.
The omega wasn’t having any of the battle, and was stepping back slowly from the fight, causing the alpha to twitch nervously as he eyed the three of us. I inched forward, Roberto at my side, but I heard heavy breathing behind me and looked back to see Jedrik’s body heaving with blood pouring out of him. He looked on the verge of collapse. I knew that if he continued to fight, he would die.
Snarling, I threw myself forward, gnashing my teeth at the two retreating attackers. Roberto did the same, thrashing wildly, putting on as much of a hostile display as two omegas possibly could. But somehow—it worked.
The alpha backed up into the omega, causing them to stumble. I swung out with a claw, not really trying to hit anything, just doing my best to drive them back. The alpha’s eyes flickered from me to Roberto, to Jedrik and back again. Then finally, he backed up, spun around and ran away into the darkness, joined by the omega who’d simply stood there watching the entire battle.
Relief washed over me, but as I turned around and saw Jedrik’s feet collapse out from under him, panic hit me like an ice cold hammer to the chest. I shifted back to human form and raced over to him.
“Roberto, help!” I cried out, clasping a hand over the wound on Jedrik’s haunch, which was bleeding heavily, so heavily it didn’t seem possible that he still had any more blood in him.
“What the Hell was that!?” Roberto cried out, racing to my side and clamping a hand over mine to help stop the bleeding.
“Call Wendell!” I shouted at him, nodding towards the house.
Roberto shifted back into his panther form and dashed back into the house.
“It’s going to be okay, Jedrik,” I whispered, as my new beautiful fated mate struggled for breath. “Don’t worry. You’re going to be okay.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jedrik
My mind felt like a dark pool of jellied eels swimming around with tiny mouths nibbling at the inside of my skull. Dull pains flared in my left side and right cheek, and I was vaguely aware of something sticking me on the inside of my elbow. I tried to open my eyes, but the lids were like curtains of cement and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t budge them.
Then—a voice.
“He’s awake!”
“Are you sure?”
Who is that?...The answer was at the edge of my mind but not quite there to be grasped.
“Yes, look!” The first voice cried out. “Jedrik! Jedrik, baby!”
Who—who are you?
I tried to speak, but my lips were even heavier and impossible to move. But then, a scent swept into my nostrils and my soul awoke with recognition.
Perry and Roberto! My fated mates!
Again I struggled to lift my eyelids, but sleep weighed down upon me like a giant’s hand. The eels in my mind nibbled away at my consciousness and I felt myself slipping away again, back into whatever void I’d visited—away from them…away from my mates…
I’ll be back…I thought as their voices faded into the background of my mind. At least…I hope I will….
Light flickered against my eyelids like a candle blowing in the breeze. My forehead twitched. I felt my skin tingle against the heat of the light—the sun, I realized as I felt my body awaken.
More pain in the left side and the same stinging from my right cheek. But they were less than before, when I’d tried to wake up earlier. I felt the same prick on my inner arm and fought to open my eyes. This time my eyelids obeyed me and lifted, revealing the dying light of the Pacific Ocean through the plate-gla
ss windows of my apartment.
“P-Perry!” I called out, my breath heavy and raspy in my chest and a horrible taste in my mouth. “Roberto!”
“I’m here!” A hand clasped mine, and I looked up to see Roberto standing above me, a comforting look on his gorgeous face, his deep brown eyes like a familiar embrace to a stranger in a lost land. “Just relax. You’re okay. You’re okay now.”
“What—what happened?” I asked. My mind was like a puzzle that had been scrambled and thrown against the wall. Pieces of information lay scattered here and there. Images. Sounds.
Teeth. Snarls. Growls. Snapping. A flash of pain in my mind. A claw slashing my face.
I reached my hand to my cheek but another hand grasped my wrist to stop me.
“Careful.” It was Perry’s this time. His scent soothed me as it washed over me. “You’re wounded. Wendell stitched you up. Don’t touch them. Not yet.”
“Wendell?” I groaned, trying to push myself into a seated position. I was lying on the couch—I knew that much.
“Help him,” Roberto said and my two mates took me by the arm and pulled me up. One of them propped my back up with a cushion. I sat there a moment, opening and closing my eyes, doing my best to get ahold of the moment, seeing my loving mates looking at me with concern. Then, from my left, another man emerged, the most stereotypical-looking hippy I’d ever seen in my life. He held out a glass of hideous-looking green liquid and nodded.
“Drink this,” he told me. “It looks sick and tastes sicker, but it’s good for you.”
I must have grimaced, as he smiled and nodded to my mates.
“Come on, boys,” he urged them. “Tell him he needs to drink it.”
“You do, baby,” Perry told me. “You’ve lost a lot of blood. Wendell put you on an IV, but you need to get something in your system. You’ve been out for two days.”
