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“I understand what you’re saying, baby, but I’m not convinced yet. Let me try a few more knots with the condoms and we’ll see.”

Teal didn’t argue further. Giving his husband a clipped nod, he went back to gliding the cool washcloth over Sorcha’s blazing skin. “We’ll give you what you need, my darling,” he whispered.

Over the course of the late morning and into the early afternoon, Ronan fucked Sorcha multiple times.

His hardness stuffed the little omega well, especially since Sorcha was smaller than Teal.

Ronan experimented with their substantial size difference, enjoying the way he could pick Sorcha up and toss him around, something Sorcha relished in his delirium.

Ronan fucked him from behind, with Sorcha’s face pushed into the mattress.

Sorcha rode him, bucking and thrusting his hips like a machine.

Ronan stood at the side of the bed and tucked a pillow under Sorcha’s hips, holding the little omega’s feet to his shoulders as he pummeled him with his massive alpha cock, watching it go in and out of the heated hole.

Sometimes Teal joined in, sucking Sorcha’s dick or licking the slick from Sorcha’s balls as Ronan fucked into him.

Ronan found no greater pleasure than making both omegas feel good, thrusting into Sorcha as he jacked Teal.

Once, as he railed Sorcha from behind, Teal straddled Sorcha backward, allowing Ronan to blow him simultaneously.

But mostly Teal took care of Sorcha, kissing him and fondling him, wiping off his skin and murmuring sweet words in his ear as Sorcha’s delirium teetered toward distress.

As the afternoon waned, it became undeniable that Sorcha needed more.

The little omega didn’t seem to enjoy the fucking or the fullness as much, keening and crying as though the thing he ached for was out of reach.

Teal didn’t push, even as his face pinched in concern, knowing Ronan needed to reach his own conclusion.

And Ronan did. He was cock-deep in Sorcha, knot swelling while Teal napped on the opposite side of the bed. Without Teal and his ever-present cool washcloth, Ronan felt how hotly Sorcha’s skin blazed. Sorcha’s shoulders shook as his last orgasm dissolved not into satisfaction, but shallow tears.

“Alright, little one,” Ronan conceded, exhaling deeply. “On the next one, I’ll give you what you need.”

“Thank the stars,” Teal mumbled quietly, eyes still closed.

***

An hour later, after briefly drifting off , Ronan awoke to the sound of Teal’s mouth on Sorcha’s cock.

The younger man lay on his back, one hand thrown over his eyes while the other fisted Teal’s hair. Ronan’s cock rose as he watched his two omegas together.

Teal kneeled between Sorcha’s legs, sucking aggressively. He fondled Sorcha’s balls before moving his wrist lower to stick two fingers in Sorcha’s hole, pulling them out to taste the honeyed slick. Then he resumed his task.

After thirty seconds of strong sucking and intense fingering, Sorcha’s release gushed into Teal’s mouth. Ronan watched them with lava in his gaze as Teal swallowed the creamy liquid.

Sorcha’s hole gaped and fluttered, demanding to be filled.

“He’s ready,” Teal said to his husband.

Teal sat against the headboard as he’d done that morning. With care, he pulled Sorcha into his arms, back to chest. The younger omega’s body moved bonelessly. Ronan felt the enormity of how much trust Sorcha had placed in the husbands to get him through his delirium.

Sorcha whined pitifully. Teal braced his hands behind the other omega’s knees and pulled them back, opening Sorcha up to his husband.

“Ronan. It’s time. Fill him up and give him what he needs.” Sorcha’s head lolled back against Teal’s shoulder and Teal kissed him gently.

“You’re sure?” Ronan had about one second before his inner beast would be calling all the shots.

“Absolutely,” Teal answered. “Take care of our omega. Take care of us. Now.”

With a growl, Ronan spread Sorcha’s slick-wet cheeks and pushed into him. Bare.

Ronan reeled at the sensation of being raw inside Sorcha.

His growl increased to a steady rumble as he pounded into the man, driven by his need to claim him.

The blueberry and jasmine scent assaulted his brain.

It almost felt like he wanted to punish him, admonish the little omega for making him feel this good, for making Ronan want him so badly.

He pumped aggressively into the perfect wet hole.

He felt the soft touch of Teal’s hand on his cheek, bringing him back to awareness.

“I’m guessing it feels good,” Teal teased lovingly, keeping a steady palm on Ronan’s face.

Ronan’s response was another growl. He thrust his hips into Sorcha. Hard.

“Relax,” Teal soothed. “You’re there now. Where you’ve wanted to be for two days. Maybe even months. Let it happen.”

Ronan took a fortifying breath, tipping his chin sideways to peck Teal’s palm. After another exhale, he rolled his hips forward, closing the distance to place a lingering kiss on his husband’s lips before leaning down to do the same to Sorcha.

Gaining control, Ronan began a slow, steady tempo as the three of them maintained their intimate position. Teal held Sorcha upright, tenderly embracing him.

In response, the younger omega sighed. It was the most contented noise he’d made all day.

“You’re leaking pre-cum into him,” Teal whispered. “It’s already helping.”

Ronan nodded. He probably could have come right then with only a few well-positioned strokes, but now that he had more command, and as Sorcha improved by the second, he felt compelled to prolong their bliss.

“Do you feel that? Do you feel our alpha, giving you what you ache for?” Teal dragged his tongue across the shell of Sorcha’s ear, and the other omega shivered.

“Doesn’t it feel amazing?” Teal continued, his dreamy tone working on Ronan too.

“That big alpha tool shoved inside you, pressing down on all the right places. He knows how to work his cock, doesn’t he, my darling? Mmm .”

Ronan squeezed his eyes shut, emboldened by Teal’s words, spurred on by the knowledge his husband was enjoying this as much as he was.

Buried within Sorcha, Ronan felt that sense of rightness threaten to overwhelm him again.

And then he felt something else.

Sorcha’s womb.

His cock brushed against the soft mass of tissue.

Rubbing the underside of his dick against it was one of the greatest pleasures an alpha could experience.

Sensation buzzed along his spine as Sorcha trembled, feeling the deep, secret caress as well.

Ronan’s inner alpha roared at knowing he was the first to touch Sorcha this way.

Sorcha’s breathing evolved into sharp pants as Ronan rubbed his cockhead back and forth over the thinning opening. Teal ran his hands along Sorcha’s arms. The older omega surely knew what was happening but stayed quiet, allowing the beautiful moment to exist in silence.

Ronan rubbed and rubbed. Every pass of his bare shaft over the entrance to Sorcha’s womb felt like a jolt of electric pleasure. With the condom on, he hadn’t felt this, and Sorcha’s body hadn’t been as welcoming. But now it was as though nothing else mattered.

Alpha and omega.

Omega and alpha.

Peppery sage overtaking blueberry jasmine.

Ronan’s mouth hovered above Sorcha’s scent gland. His hands gripped Sorcha’s shoulders as he drove his cock toward its primal purpose. He circled his hips and prodded against Sorcha’s insides. Seeking.

The little omega’s hole clenched as Ronan’s shaft pushed and pushed, moving in the slick as he worked himself. At the right moment, with a roar, Ronan surged forward. The barrier gave way as the alpha thrusted, penetrating Sorcha’s most sacred place.

Semen jetted from Ronan’s cock.

Sorcha keened wildly in Teal’s arms, the high-pitched sound unmistakable. A breeding orgasm. His dick erupted hands-free.

Ronan shoved himself deep inside the omega, digging his cock as far into his womb as it would go. He released gush after gush of cum, filling Sorcha to the point of bloating.

Sorcha took it all, continuing to cry out in pleasure.

The tight seal of Sorcha’s womb clenched around Ronan's cockhead, holding him in place as the last streams of seed traveled from his balls. His knot popped, and he collapsed on top of Sorcha, both of them held in Teal’s arms.

Immediately, Sorcha’s temperature cooled. It was still high—expected for an omega in heat delirium—but within the range of normal.

Ronan breathed heavily as he recovered, his knot throbbing in Sorcha’s passage, the head of his cock deep within the omega’s womb. He suckled Sorcha’s neck and licked it, grateful that in the throes of one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had, he hadn’t broken the skin.

Teal looked him in the eye. “Thank you.”

Ronan picked up one of his husband’s hands and kissed his knuckles. “Pretty sure I should be thanking you.”

“He’ll be able to get some rest in between now.” Teal ran a hand through Sorcha’s sweaty hair.

Ronan rolled to position himself with Sorcha on their sides. “He had a breeding orgasm.”

Teal laughed. “I was in the room, my love. It’s not like a could have missed it.”

“What will we do?”

Teal appeared thoughtful for a moment. Then he shrugged. “For now, nothing. A breeding orgasm isn’t a sure sign of breeding. It just makes it more likely. We’ll have to wait and see.”

Ronan’s jaw flexed. “Okay.”

“My love, Sorcha belongs to us now. Breeding or not. No matter what happens. We’re never letting him near his uncles again.”

Ronan draped his arm over Sorcha’s waist, splaying his hand across the little omega’s soft belly. “He’ll go back to Dale and Abe over my dead body.”