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Tenzin

T he Knights’ plane touched down in New York. It was still dark outside.

“It’s time to get off the plane. Do you think she’s awake yet?” I tousled Clark’s hair as he napped in the seat beside me.

These past few days had been incredible, from him taking me to the museum, to surrendering so sweetly to me. I was so glad we’d had this chance to spend time together.

Though I’d missed Gwen.

Clark gave me an adorable, sleepy look. “No. Since she’s still not allowed to play hockey, Tony has her working late afternoons, so she can sleep in, then go to class, then work.”

That was a good plan, because she needed her rest, and she had follow-up appointments. I wasn’t sure about her working, but she liked to be busy. Tony would keep her from over-extending herself.

“Come on.” I took his hand. We got off the plane, grabbed our things, and climbed into my truck, since I’d given us a ride here.

We parked and went up to our apartments. Clark looked at my door. “Throw your stuff inside and sleep with us? She had a nightmare and is in my bed.”

“Of course.” Opening my door, I shoved my things inside, then followed him into his place. My heart broke that we weren’t there for her.

Kicking off my shoes, we went into his room. There she was, wearing one of his shirts, curled up in his Captain Everything sheets, their fluffy, little white cat next to her, as she clutched a stuffed bear.

I stared at the olive green shirt that said Edwards Tractor Repair , because the possessive part of me didn’t like her wearing another alpha’s clothes, even if it was Clark.

He smirked as he stripped off his suit, throwing it on the chair. “I don’t let her wear your shirts in my bed. You know she stole one and keeps it under her pillow with your sweater?”

“Oh really? Is that how it’s going to be? I’d be fine if you wore her shirt in my bed.” I growled a little as I stripped off my suit, laying it neatly on the back of the chair.

“You’re home.” Gwen sat up, sleepy, rubbing her eyes in a cute way. “I want to see Clark in my shirt in your bed.” She grinned. “Two words. Crop top. ”

“Hi, Gweny.” Clark, now only in his boxer briefs, climbed in next to her and gave her a kiss. “I got you a present. I’ll give it to you in the morning?”

She kissed him back. “Hi, Tesoruccio. You two are the only presents I need.”

I got in on the other side. Like the hotel bed, it was alpha-sized, but not me-sized, or pack-sized. Snowball occupied precious space.

Maybe I should look for a bigger place. Even if they weren’t ready to move in with me, it might be nice.

“Hey, Big Guy.” She kissed me.

It was silly, but I liked how she called me that.

“Can we all sleep more? It’s going to be a busy week, so I was up late catching up on the classwork I missed, since I’m back to class,” she told us.

“That sounds good, the flight wasn’t long enough for much sleep.” I caressed her hair.

Gwen snuggled into us. Sure, the bed was a little short. But, I was with two people I cared so much about, and really, I couldn’t ask for anything more.

The smell of coffee and bacon teased my nose. My eyes opened. There was a Snowball in between me and a passed out Clark, drooling into his pillow.

But no Gwen.

A look at the clock said it wasn’t time for her to leave for class yet, but several hours had passed since we’d returned.

I used Clark’s bathroom, then went out to the kitchen. Their place was almost exactly like mine, right down to the kitchen layout. The only difference was the other bedroom and bathroom.

On the counter was a plate of crumbled, cooked bacon, spinach, herbs, a bowl, cream, a bowl of shredded cheese, with a carton of eggs.

Gwen stood on her tip-toes, trying to get something out of the cabinet. The stretching motion pulled up Clark’s shirt, showing me a panty-clad ass.

“What do you need?” My front pressed against her back, as I reached to grab whatever she was after.

“The square pan. I’m making a frittata for breakfast.” She leaned her head back into me.

I brought down a square, glass baking dish. She sprayed it with olive oil, then started cracking eggs into a mixing bowl.

Coming up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, inhaling her familiar minty scent, which was tangled with ours. Oh, I’d missed this.

“Can I help you?” Gwen cracked another egg.

“No, I’m just fine here.” My hands ran up and down her body as she whisked the eggs with some cream.

As she chopped the spinach and herbs, I ran my hand under the back of her shirt and down past the elastic of her panties as I cupped her ass.

“Tens, I’m cooking breakfast.” Her voice grew breathy and her minty scent became sweet with her arousal.

“I can’t wait to try it.” I kissed her neck, as my fingers slipped between her silken folds.

Clark padded out, shirtless and in only PJ pants, and helped himself to some coffee. “Morning, Gweny.” He kissed her. “Morning, Tens.” He kissed me.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” I kissed him back.

A little gasp escaped her lips, as my other hand ran up under the front of her shirt and cupped her bare breast.

“I’m not bothering you, am I, Precious?” I murmured, kissing the top of her head as my fingers worked in and out of her sweet, wet pussy. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t stop, Alpha, please.” Her voice shook as she put the knife down and started ripping things with her hands.

I nuzzled her neck and sucked on it as I brought her to her peak. She came apart in my arms, filling the kitchen with her scent, as she put the vegetables into the pan with the eggs and a sprinkle of cheese.

Clark leaned against the counter, enjoying the show, as if me getting ready to have Gwen in the kitchen was the most natural thing in the world.

Hopefully, it would be.

“Let me put this in the oven.” She trembled a little as I removed my fingers from her.

“I’ve got it.” Clark took it and put it in the oven.

She set a timer on her phone.

I stood there, licking my fingers. “Delicious. Where were we? Oh yes, hands on the counter, feet apart.”

She bit her lower lip, eyes heated, as she followed my instructions exactly. Gwen watched me as I took my cock out of my boxers.

“Wait, we can’t just do it in the kitchen.” Gwen moved.

I smacked her gently on the ass. “Did I tell you to move, Precious?”

“No.” She looked worried.

“Clark, is there any place I can’t fuck Gwen in?” I asked. We’d fucked her in the living room, Clark’s room, and the shower, and we’d always been together.

He sipped his coffee. “Um, I’d prefer you not fuck Gwen in my bed if I’m not there. But other than that, no? Just clean up after yourselves, especially if you use eating surfaces?”

“Hear that, Precious?” I picked her up and laid her across a part of the counter that was free of clutter.

“Oh, that is beautiful.” Clark eyed Gwen, then started putting away the food left on the counter.

I plunged my cock into her and began to thrust. Yes, this was exactly what I needed.

“Oh, Alpha,” she sighed, tightening her legs around my waist. “I’m fine with you and Clark fucking each other in my bed, as long as you’re wearing my shirts and I can watch.”

“Did you miss me?” I bent over and cupped her face with my hand, as I wrecked her needy pussy.

“So much,” she groaned, arching her back.

My hand trailed down Gwen’s naked body, and my lips followed, covering every inch of her with kisses, as I brought her and me closer to our release.

“I’m going to come soon. Would you like my knot?” I asked as I flicked her nipple with my tongue.

“Please.” Her voice shook, as she came and I pulled out, then impaled her with my cock, seating my swollen knot inside her.

“Tens,” she cried, arching her back again, as she pulled me to her and kissed me.

Giving a few more thrusts, I came inside her, then pulled her up off the counter to my chest. She slumped on me, arms around my neck.

“Mmmm, that’s the wake-up I need. I missed you. Well, you and mostriciattolo.” She sighed happily.

Yep, that was my Gwen. Who’d named my dick, little monster.

“Don’t spill on Tens.” Clark handed her a lidded cup of coffee.

“Thank you, Tesoruccio.” She took a sip and made noises that made me want to have her all over again.

“I didn’t forget you.” Clark handed me a mug of tea, in the cup I’d started to think of as mine.

It didn’t have a lid, so I carefully sipped it, while holding Gwen, who was still locked around me. Clark put his arms around my waist, his own coffee in his hand, as we all just stood there, waking up together, as the scent of frittata filled the kitchen.

My knot finally slipped out of her and I grabbed a paper towel to clean up a bit.

“Mmmm, I want some breakfast.” Clark gently pushed her back down on the counter and started devouring her. “Tens, you taste delicious on her.”

“There, right there,” Gwen panted, legs over Clark’s shoulders, as he ate her out on the counter.

“Please take breakfast out of the oven, Big Guy?” She squealed as the timer went off.

“Of course.” I stopped the timer and put the frittata on top of the stove, as Clark started to fuck her.

Making another cup of tea, I cut myself a piece and enjoyed the show. Now this was breakfast. Maybe I should look into that bigger place.