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NIRO

O ur first bedtime together, I planned not to make any moves at all.

It was best for Angell and Cambry to settle in first. In fact, I vowed I would wait for them to come to me, make the first move if they wanted anything to happen under the covers.

I was willing to wait as long as it took, even through my next Burn if it came to that.

They both came out of the bathroom wearing their new pajamas. Dark blue silk. Beautiful.

Angell was the sneaky one who made things difficult almost immediately.

As soon as he got to the side of the bed, he squirreled out of his top and dropped his bottoms, revealing a lean, tight, nearly hairless body, a petite physique that streamlined perfectly to a V at his crotch.

What hair there was in the area had been cropped very short.

“Angell,” Cambry exclaimed. “What are you doing? We are supposed to wear our nice new pajamas to bed, not take them off right away.”

Angell, now naked, with bruises I could also see on his hip and knee, shrugged. He was breathtaking, even with the injuries to his body. He showed no inhibitions as he ignored Cambry and climbed like a graceful dancer with his lithe limbs bending and folding, into my big bed.

Cambry turned to me, shaking his head. “I guess you didn’t get that download from the bond that he hates pajamas.”

“Duly noted,” I said, coughing to suppress a laugh. “But in all seriousness, I didn’t realize his injuries extended beyond his concussion.”

“He only showed me the ribs. Nothing else.” I turned to Angell. “You should have told us.”

Almost completely buried under the coverlet, his reply was to hold up the tube of bruise cream so we could see he’d come prepared to deal with our concerns.

Cambry and I were left standing on either side of the bed, wearing pajamas with long pants and long sleeves, while our Angell imp pretended innocence in his pretense to get us to touch him.

Everything was now clear as fog to me. I wasn’t a prude. I’d slept with many Omegas in my adult life. But this was a completely different scenario I faced. These two were mine. I already loved them. And I didn’t want to fuck that up.

The bond flared wide open between me and Angell. Cambry flickered to the side, still shy. The entire room filled with a sweetness I wanted to inhale and hold inside me forever.

Angell spoke inside our minds.

I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.

Cambry and I exchanged looks, then together pulled back the covers and climbed in on either side of Angell.

Angell squirmed, his arms out, pulling us both close to him.

He held up the bruise cream, teasing either of us into taking it. Cambry had a half-smile on his face. I grabbed the cream.

“Show me where,” I said.

Angell shoved the covers all the way down. Cambry turned bright pink but didn’t look away.

Angell pointed to his head. I opened the tube, forcing myself not to look down at his exposed, naked torso. I rubbed some of the cream onto his temple and under his eye. Next, he pointed to his ribs.

I squeezed out more on my finger and rubbed softly.

The skin was extra smooth where it rippled over bone.

Next, he pointed to his hip. I couldn’t avoid looking at the rest of his compact, elegant body.

He was smooth everywhere, skin a flawless pale gold.

His cock was so perfect, darker on the shaft and pink at the tip which poked out enticingly from behind his foreskin, the slit already shiny.

It gave a little jolt as I touched my cream-laden finger to his hip and massaged.

“Does it hurt?” Cambry asked.

Angell, whose eyes were closed in pleasure, opened them as he shook his head, his hair tangling against the pillow. His hands spoke. “Niro healed me.”

Cambry leaned down and kissed him sweetly on the side of his cheek.

My hands shook as I screwed the cap onto the tube and set it aside. Before I could pull the covers back up, Angell grabbed my hand and Cambry’s hand. He pressed our palms to either side of his face. The bond between all three of us blazed to life.

That’s better. I love the feel of your silk pajamas against my skin.

Automatic response was for me and Cambry to roll tighter against him, cocooning him between us. Our hands stroked the sides of his face, fingers combing back his hair.

Please, can you both kiss me?

I drew back an inch. You’re still healing. You need to relax and sleep.

This is how I relax. Ask Cambry.

I didn’t have to ask. Images floated by my head of my two bondmates entangled naked in several different positions. Frotting face to face and from behind. Sixty-nine. That last one had me instantly hard.

I started to turn away.

Niro. Petulant. Stubborn. Loving. Spicy. Please.

I leaned down, my face close to his. Cambry pressed in from the other side. My lips brushed the corner of Angell’s mouth. My nose bumped Cambry who was now kissing the other side of his mouth.

Angell’s lips parted, and my tongue played around the corner of his mouth before darting inside and meeting Cambry's tongue which had already begun a deeper exploration. The next thing I knew, Cambry and I were kissing over Angell’s mouth, our hands lifting from Angell’s face so our arms could embrace each other.

Angell arched up. His was the only cock that was free, and it bumped right up against my stomach.

All rational thought had left me. The bond encased us in a brilliant mixture of light and love and happiness. The air smelled of flowers blooming. That was all there was in the world right now. We floated in that space, pressing our bodies together to become as one physically as we were mentally.

More, Angell called out.

Hands tore my pajama top. My own hand pushed my waistband down until the bottoms gathered at my ankles and I kicked them off. When I opened my eyes, I saw Cambry fully naked and sitting up, legs spread, cock erect against his abdomen.

He looked magical, as if a glowing light shone upon him from above, spreading its bronze flame over every inch of his skin.

I reached across Angell and ran my hand down his chest to his groin. Because of our height difference, my cock nudged Angell at his knee. He giggled in my mind. I kissed him again as I wrapped my fingers around Cambry’s length and rutted against Angell.

Angell kisses were addictive. I wanted to taste more of him and dragged my mouth down over his chin and neck.

Cambry’s cock twitched as I stroked it, and he moaned.

I licked down Angell’s stomach and to his now straining cock, shiny and waiting. My tongue touched just the tip. He inhaled sharply.

Cambry took over kissing Angell’s mouth. Good. Now I was free to enjoy my new bond with my new Omegas. I didn’t have to think. I could exist in pure pleasure in this place we inhabited. No thought. No guilt. No question. They were into me and I was into them.

I held one ripe penis in my hand and explored the other with my mouth, my tongue teasing beneath the edge of the foreskin, my lips pushing it all the way down so I could suck Angell’s swollen cockhead.

It was easy. Natural. Like breathing. My hand moved back and forth gently over Cambry, feeling the wetness of his precum drip onto my fingers. My mouth moved up and down Angell.

Never happened before. Two at once. Like butter and cream. Milk and honey.

My own cock was on fire. My balls were furious moving around in their sack, craving release.

Angell was squirming, taking deep long breaths as I sucked down on his perfect hardness. His taste nearly threw me into a fervor. He gripped my shoulders, nails digging in, and I felt the orgasm in my mind, splintering down his spine and spreading through his lower back and into his balls.

His hips lifted. His cock erupted, shooting stream after stream into the back of my throat.

Cambry cried out, riding the orgasm as if it were his own.

When Angell finished, his head rolling back on the pillow, I pushed myself further over him and took Cambry into my mouth which was still coated with Angell’s semen.

Cambry, already reeling, shouted out. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—” In our minds, his essence spread its warm fire over us as he, too, came within my mouth.

I’d never tire of drinking such gorgeous elixir from either of them.

I moved over Angell, still rutting against him as I grabbed the headboard. Cambry reached between us and stroked me. One touch and I was lost. All over Angell’s chest.

A terrible host, I had not prepared for this, leaving all the towels in the bathroom.

I rolled onto my back, bringing the two of them with me, our bodies sticky, our minds blown. Everyone was breathing hard. Me most of all. They had depleted me. Mind and body and soul.