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Chapter Nineteen

Ronan

R onan looked at the five protein bar wrappers he’d just thrown into the garbage. He still couldn’t believe Dale and Abe had done this to their nephew. If Teal hadn’t found him, Sorcha might have died. As it was, he was painfully ill.

As the night had worn on, Ronan had fucked him and fucked him. Knotted him. But it hadn’t been enough. Sorcha’s whimpering and moaning only increased as the hours passed.

During the last wave, they’d tried everything to satisfy him. Teal sucked him through two orgasms. And when Ronan’s knot expanded within Sorcha’s slick passage, Teal stuck a finger in as well. But even that level of fullness hadn’t eased his need.

Now it was early morning. Sorcha had mercifully drifted off, but Ronan knew once he woke up, he’d be in his delirium, and there would be important decisions to make.

Ronan stood next to the small desk as he drank a bottle of water, gazing down at the bed. Teal dozed next to Sorcha, the two omegas cuddling in their sleep. Sorcha’s little cock remained hard as a pole, but exhaustion had claimed him, at least for the moment.

A ray of moonlight worked its way into the room through the boarded window, casting a line of silver across Teal’s brow.

Ronan’s heart swelled with a rush of love and affection toward his husband—the revered omega who put himself in danger to champion the omega cause, the amazing daddy to three children, the selfless man who called his husband to help Sorcha.

And now Ronan had the beautiful young omega to care for as well.

Sorcha had never been given the opportunity to thrive, had never known gentle caresses or felt the love of a supportive family.

Yet even with all that against him, he still tried to do the right thing.

He was still concerned about being a problem for Ronan and Teal.

But he wasn’t a problem. He was…theirs.

Ronan didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. Likely the exact complications they’d been trying to avoid for years. But there was no help for it.

Mine , Ronan thought to himself. My omegas .

He never thought he’d feel that way about an omega other than Teal. The realization was disconcerting, to say the least.

“It’s okay,” Teal whispered.

“You’re awake.” Ronan sat down on the edge of the bed. He ran a hand over Sorcha’s still-too-hot forehead.

Teal propped himself up on an elbow. “Of course I am. You woke me up with all your overthinking.”

Ronan looked away. “Sorry.”

After extracting himself from Sorcha, Teal leaned back against the headboard.

“My love, it’s okay. I realize you have lots of worries, and that one of the biggest is whether I’m truly okay with all this—”

“You know me so well, baby. I don’t want you to ever feel like this means you’re not enough for me.”

Teal shook his head. “Never. It’s like I told Sorcha. I want this too. If this is me sharing you with Sorcha, it’s just as much you sharing me with him. After this heat, assuming Sorcha feels the same way we do, I’ll belong to him just as much as I belong to you.”

Ronan nodded, watching as Teal rubbed his hand lovingly up and down Sorcha’s back.

The universe had opened and let in more light.

Ronan and Teal had kept each other safe for ten years.

It had been wonderful, a decade of home and laughter and love.

And now there would be more of it, because they’d have Sorcha too.

Sorcha to help them feel safe and loved.

The three of them would be that for each other.

“Everything is different now,” Ronan stated solemnly.

“It is,” Teal agreed. “Everything is better.”

***

The sun had barely risen when Ronan awoke to the most powerful scent of blueberries and jasmine. His cock hardened instantly and the growling from deep in his belly echoed off the walls.

He was spooned around Sorcha, whose skin was so hot to the touch, alarm dampened Ronan’s lust. The little omega pleaded and wiggled, brushing his ass against Ronan and rubbing his cock furiously into the sheet in front of him.

Sorcha’s steady stream of nonsensical whining signaled his delirium had arrived.

Ronan’s inner alpha thrummed, wanting to take over. He willed the beast down, knowing he needed to keep his head to take care of Sorcha properly.

“You need to get inside him,” Teal said frantically, awakened by the younger omega’s movements. Ronan watched as his husband reached down and stroked Sorcha’s leaking erection.

“Hand me a condom.”

Teal frowned.

“Hand me a condom,” Ronan said again, just shy of using his alpha voice.

With an uneasy expression, Teal reached for the foil packet. He tore it open and handed the latex to his husband. “You know he needs more than this.”

“I know you think that.” Ronan rolled the condom down his aching shaft.

“He needs your semen. Touching his insides and soaking into his womb.”

“Maybe. But before we take that step, I need to be very sure. I want to try it this way first.”

“Once.” Teal spoke with finality. “We can try it this way once.” He gave Sorcha’s shaft a few pumps. Tears streamed down the young omega’s face as he sought release.

“I’ve got you, little one,” Ronan said, pushing into Sorcha from behind. “There you go. Now you’re full.”

With no warning, Sorcha cried out and came. Hot white cum splashed over Teal’s torso and dripped onto the bedsheets. But it quickly became clear that the orgasm had given Sorcha little relief. His labored pants filled the room. The tears continued.

“C’mon, my darling. You need another one,” Teal murmured before leaning down to kiss and suck the other omega’s scent gland.

The burning heat inside Sorcha’s ass was unlike anything Ronan had felt before.

He nudged his face against Teal’s, nosing his husband out of the way so he could work Sorcha’s gland himself.

Stars! Blueberries and jasmine. So potent and heady.

Teal’s hand on the back of his head provided encouragement as Ronan mouthed at Sorcha’s neck, growling. Mine. Mine. My omega .

The mattress bounced and Ronan looked over to see Teal scooting lower. Sorcha’s dick had hardened again. Teal took it into his mouth, sucking Sorcha’s cock as Ronan filled him and tongued his gland.

Sorcha keened in ecstasy as a second orgasm ravaged his body. He crooked his arm backward to pull Ronan tighter against his neck as he thrust into Teal’s mouth. Teal swallowed Sorcha’s pleasure, licking at his cock and balls until the younger man squirmed with oversensitivity and pushed him away.

That’s all it took for Ronan. His own load exploded into the condom, filling it as he barely restrained himself from puncturing Sorcha’s skin with his teeth. His knot popped and Sorcha’s ass clenched around it.

Ronan released Sorcha’s neck and laid down gently behind him, pulling his knee up so he’d be more comfortable. Sorcha sighed, passed out and satiated for the moment.

Teal inched his way up the bed and pushed himself to a seated position against the headboard. His cock was still hard as a rock.

Ronan smiled slyly at his husband, gesturing to his groin. “You want me to take care of that for you?”

Teal smiled back. “Sure.”

Ronan reached his arm out and wiped Sorcha’s cum from Teal’s chest. He used it to jack his husband’s shaft.

A sense of perfect rightness stole over Ronan, his cock in Sorcha’s ass, a hand on Teal’s erection. He’d never felt his inner alpha so acutely. Teal was correct. This was going to change things. Now that he’d felt this perfection, he couldn’t imagine living a life without it.

Teal moaned, and Ronan remembered the task at hand. His husband needed—deserved—an amazing orgasm.

Ronan knew what Teal liked, a rapid rhythm with a palm twist at the tip of his dick.

He used his thumb to press against the underside of the head with each upstroke.

Teal breathed shallowly in frustration, his orgasm just out of reach.

The awkward angle and the need to keep mostly still to allow for Sorcha’s recovery hampered Ronan.

Finally, Teal placed his hand over Ronan’s, directing his movements to the perfect cadence until he came like a geyser, shooting all over his chest and chin, and coating Ronan’s hand.

Ronan licked Teal’s deliciously sweet cum off his fingers before teasing, “That took a minute.”

Teal choked a laugh. “Well, I’m not an omega in heat. And I’m also not an alpha affected by an omega in heat. So everyone else in this bed has a bit of an advantage.”

Ronan twined his fingers with Teal’s, chuckling. “You are the best sort of man. I am very lucky to be your husband.”

Teal smiled in reply, getting up and going into the hall bathroom.

Ronan heard the water run and a moment later his husband returned with two damp washcloths.

Teal used one to remove the cum from his chest and Ronan’s hands.

With the other, he gently wiped down Sorcha’s forehead and torso before kissing the delirious omega on the cheek.

“He’s still too hot,” Teal stated.

“It’s just the beginning of his delirium.”

As if in response, Sorcha emitted a pained sound.

“He should be sated right now, at least for a little longer,” Teal insisted. “But he’s not.”

Ronan pursed his lips. “Teal, going bare is a big risk. Our situation is already complicated. If this turns out to be a breeding heat—”

“None of that matters! Do you hear me? None of that matters if he’s not okay. He needs your seed, filling him, making him better! I feel like we’re talking in circles and it’s time to be honest about what’s happening here. The chance of you breeding him is only fifty-fifty. It’ll probably be okay—”

“‘Probably be okay’ is not the same as no chance.”

“We don’t have a choice. Whatever the consequences, we can handle it. But first, Sorcha needs to be okay!”

Sorcha wiggled against Ronan, squeezing his gaping hole around the large knot, seeking more fullness. Teal glanced at Ronan as if to say I told you so .