Page 73 of Ondine: Vol. 2

Her face relaxes, and she leans a little bit forward. With my other hand, I hold her on the back of her neck.

“Open, Ondine,” Jake commands.

She sticks her pretty pink tongue out. I take a beat to enjoy the moment, then I press my thumb onto her tongue. She closes her mouth and sucks. She loves it. Her eyes dip back and she makes this delicious sound.

Wow.

“More.”

Well, shit.

I undo the button on my pants and open them up. I have to remove my hand from her neck, since that’s the hand I jerk off with.

My cock springs out of my pants, pointing right at the omega that is so desperate for me.

I don’t have any more precum, so I just stroke my dick up and down. Ondine is mesmerized.

“Ondine, baby, spit on it for Shadow.”

I pause and hold still in anticipation.

Ondine gathers spit in her mouth, giving me all her attention, and then bends down a little and sure as fire spits on my dick. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And that has so much to do with Jake standing next to us, tilting his head so he can watch too.

The last time Jake and I were sexual together (if we aren’t counting Ondine’s heat, which does not count) was before we even became a pack.

“Who taught you how to spit like that?” Jake asks Ondine, jealousy ripping through the bond.

She just smiles at him.

He grabs her neck and her smile only grows.

“Who?”

“I was an unsupervised teen who spent an entire summer once with the local riff raff causing trouble. Spitting over bridges. Stealing from charity bins and cowboy camping in the foothills.”

“You and Sebastian are perfect for each other,” he says mostly to himself.

And then he kisses her. It’s obscene. He overwhelms her with the kiss. Grabbing her tits and tilting her over.

She did basically describe Sebastian’s childhood.

I pump my dick harder. I want to come and paint her fucking mouth with it. I want her to be absolutely covered in me. Her hand, previously unknown to me, meets mine and she doesn’t falter, joining me in stroking myself. I whack my head back against the door as I groan at the incredible sensation.

Jake’s scent balloons in the air around us and he grabs my wrist, pulling my hand away, then he and Ondine are both stroking me. Sebastian moved out of the way so it’s Ondine and Jake sandwiching me. I don’t know what to do with my hands. And I can barely think straight. They both kiss my neck and my face. Ondine licks my jaw.

And Jake is fucking talking so much and I can barely process a word—“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you. How I’ve held back. How I’ve fucking lusted after you. Shadow, fuck you for fucking being my favorite fucking alpha. Do you think Ondine wants to fuck you? Do you think the three of us could share a bed?”

I’m going to die.

His words are breathy and fast and unthinking. They caress my skin and seep into my blood. What is he even saying? I’m going to need him to repeat everything again when my brain cells aren’t all just chasing my fucking climax.

And chasing is the right word. Jake and Ondine pick up their speed, matching my desperate breaths. My pants give up and crash around my ankles. I must be squirming too much because Jake presses his thigh and knee into me, holding me against the door, still pumping my dick.

I’m done. I’m so done.

Our combined noises is what does me in. Ondine’s sweet soft breaths. Jake’s grunts. My pleas for help. I’m done. My climax pulls at both my inner thighs and I’m worried my veins will cramp. Cum erupts out of me and shoots all over their hands and the floor under us.

I cry out with curses and nonsense.