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They'd barely had time to eat a protein bar before Ronan grunted and threw Sorcha down on the bed again, mounting him without ceremony. Sorcha reveled in the way Ronan’s powerful thighs crushed his hips.

He was small, even by omega standards, and the alpha’s impressive physique encased him like a glove, dominating him and making him feel nothing but protected.

Ronan had fucked him that way for a few minutes, cock down, almost straight-legged, pushing Sorcha’s head and shoulders into the mattress, until he’d finally leaned back on his haunches and given the little omega a break from the forceful, pistoning thrusts, pulling him up to his hands and knees.

That’s when Teal slid underneath. The older omega had peered up at him briefly, seeking permission, and at Sorcha’s eager nod, immediately sucked down his dripping cock.

Teal lay underneath Sorcha’s body with his feet planted on the floor. Sorcha squeezed his eyes shut and moaned as Teal’s talented mouth suctioned his aching shaft. Had there ever been a more delicious feeling than having a gigantic cock in your ass while your own cock invaded a willing throat?

With one hand, Teal held Sorcha’s erection as he tongued it greedily. With the other, he jerked his own.

That won’t do , Sorcha thought. Feeling brave, he tapped Teal on the shoulder and gestured for the other man to swing his legs around.

He’d hoped to get into a sixty-nine position so he could suck Teal while Teal sucked him, but their torsos didn’t line up quite right, with Teal being a half foot taller.

Teal seemed unwilling to stop blowing him, so Sorcha settled for reaching one hand out to stroke the older omega. But he fully intended to get his mouth on Teal soon.

Behind him, Ronan’s ragged vibrations continued.

It shocked Sorcha how quickly he'd gone from having never heard a proper alpha growl to being able to interpret Ronan’s rumblings. He could now differentiate between growls of frustration, impatience, and arousal.

There was also a contented growl that would best be described as a purr. When Ronan made that noise, it did something to Sorcha’s insides, made him feel at peace, knowing he’d pleased the alpha. He saw the same reaction on Teal’s face.

The sound Ronan made now was definitely arousal, and its loud reverberation showed how intensely turned on the alpha was. As Sorcha’s hand worked Teal’s foreskin, Teal made exaggerated slurping sounds on Sorcha’s cock, seeing how it affected his husband.

With a satisfied grunt, the alpha released a flood of cum. Sorcha felt the hot stream, even through the condom. It triggered his own release, which Teal gulped down contentedly. Sorcha figured Ronan must be coming back to himself, since he hadn’t felt the need to bite him this time.

As Ronan’s knot ballooned, he flipped onto his back and turned Sorcha to face him. Sorcha became locked in a seated position atop the big alpha, straddling him. Once assured Sorcha could take his knot comfortably at that angle, Ronan reached for Teal.

“C’mere,” Ronan ordered his husband raggedly.

Sorcha’s stomach flipped as Teal obeyed. If Sorcha hadn’t already been filled with Ronan’s knot, he would have needed it immediately. He’d never felt more turned on as he watched Ronan encourage Teal to sit astride his broad alpha chest in front of Sorcha. “Fuck my face,” Ronan demanded.

Ronan propped his head with two pillows while Teal grasped the headboard and lifted himself up on his knees.

From his position directly behind the taller omega, Sorcha couldn’t see exactly what was happening, but he heard the distinct sucking noises as Ronan began blowing his husband like his life depended on it.

The sounds they made were filthy. Indiscriminate and lascivious. The headboard thumped with the power of Teal’s movements as he fucked himself in and out of Ronan’s mouth. The three men worked the bedsheets into a tangled mess.

“ Fuuuuuuuuuck ,” Teal whined. “Your mouth…so…good.”

Sorcha watched, mesmerized by the performance happening inches from his face. He needily clenched his hole around Ronan’s knot as the sculpted cheeks of Teal’s ass flexed and strained in front of him.

After a minute of staring, Sorcha could no longer resist the allure of Teal’s perfect round globes. He reached out to squeeze and massage the silky skin, running his thumbs close to Teal’s crease, teasing the older omega as he thrusted.

Teal beat his fist against the wall behind the bed as he came with a dull shout.

After pulling out of Ronan’s mouth, Teal slumped to the mattress.

He rested his head on Ronan’s chest as his husband slung an arm around his back and held him close.

With his other hand, the alpha placed a possessive grip on Sorcha’s thigh.

Teal grinned up at Sorcha.

“Watching him blow you was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Sorcha said boldly. “Next time, I want you to come in my mouth.”

Teal winked. “My darling, I’d be happy to fill your mouth with my cum.”

From below Sorcha, Ronan purred.

***

When Sorcha woke up a few hours later , he assumed it was late evening, since the room was darker than it had been. Not a speck of light invaded through the boarded-up window.

He blinked languidly, experiencing his body in a way he never had before. His skin was sensitive, hot and feverish, but not terrible like earlier when he’d had no one to help ease him. His hole fluttered softly, delightfully sore and slick, as his body prepared itself for its next heat wave.

Events came back to him in a rush. Ronan. Teal. The misery before Teal found him. Thank stars Teal had found him!

A shiver went up his spine as thick fingers combed lovingly through his hair. Opening his eyelids fully, he found himself lying on his side, face-to-face with Ronan.

“There you are,” Ronan murmured softly, leaning forward to brush their noses together.

“I was worried you might spend all the time between your waves napping.” Ronan offered Sorcha a bottle of water.

“If you can, it would be best for you to drink all of this, since it will be a struggle to eat and drink tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind that I cleaned you up a bit while you were asleep. ”

Sorcha realized that his body had been wiped down, no longer grimy with sweat or slick. The scratches he’d inflicted on himself had also been tended to, and a few places on his legs had small bandages. He easily drank the entire bottle of water, finding his thirst intense.

Ronan gazed at him with adoration, and Sorcha felt grateful to be with such a kind alpha.

He knew not all alphas were so solicitous.

Before their deaths, his alpha father and brothers had crudely informed him that during his heats, he’d be nothing more than a fertile, wet hole to an alpha, that the primary purpose of an omega’s heat was an alpha’s pleasure. He frowned thinking about it.

“What’s the matter, little one?” Ronan tilted Sorcha’s chin with a gentle finger. “Are you hurting?”

“No. I was just remembering my family. What they told me my heats would be like.”

The alpha scowled. “Let me guess. They said that omegas are useless creatures whose only purpose is to spread their legs for alphas.”

“Pretty much.”

Ronan gathered Sorcha closer to his chest. “It should never be like that.” Rubbing Sorcha’s shoulders, he asked, “Are you up for telling me what happened with your uncles? How you ended up in this room?”

Sorcha peered up at Ronan. “There’s not a lot to tell, honestly.

They knew my heat was coming and they were angry about me going off the suppressants.

Maybe a week ago, I tried to ask them about a heat service, but they wouldn’t talk about it.

And I couldn’t do it for myself because they’re still my guardians. Not to mention I don’t have any money.”

“Your uncles don’t pay you for your woodworking?”

Sorcha snorted. “According to them, they pay me with food and a roof over my head.”

Ronan’s answering growl eased when Sorcha’s hand traced circles over his chest. The alpha exhaled. “So, your uncles wouldn’t contract with a heat service, and I take it they didn’t have an alpha friend who could help?”

“Even if they did, I doubt they considered that option. I think this was always the plan. A few days ago, I came in from the garage and noticed all the stuff in my room. The water and food. The, um, toys.” Sorcha’s face heated.

“I wasn’t three feet past the door when my uncles slammed it closed.

I guess they’d installed the padlocks during the day.

Dale yelled at me from the other side before they left. ”

“What did he say?”

“He said I’d done this to myself, and if I didn’t make it, then it was my fault. He said he and Abe would be back in a week and if my heat hadn’t happened by then, they’d keep bringing me food and water and locking me in until it did.”

“When was this?”

“Day before yesterday.”

“Good.” Sorcha flinched and Ronan ran a hand up and down his arm reassuringly. “Sorry, little one. I don’t mean it’s good that they did that to you. I meant it’s good that your heat will be over before they come back.”

“Why?”

“Because that makes it easier to do what needs to be done.” Ronan stared directly into Sorcha’s eyes as he declared, “Your uncles will never hurt you again, omega. I promise.”

At the sound of Ronan’s alpha voice, Sorcha whispered, “I believe you.”

“We are going to take such good care of you.”

Sorcha never dreamed he’d be this lucky. To experience the heights of pleasure with Ronan and Teal. He shuddered recalling the way he’d moaned on Ronan’s knot. He thought about Teal giving him his first kiss, and the way the older omega’s soft skin had felt when he’d touched his cock.

“Where’s Teal?” he asked Ronan. Sorcha couldn’t believe he hadn’t asked as soon as he woke up. But somehow, he knew Teal was still nearby. Even if he wasn’t in the room.