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Chapter Ten

Leo

S aylor’s pheromones are everywhere. My nostrils flare as she pulls back from our kiss.

“You’re a sadist,” she snaps, clearly talking to Omen.

The beta chuckles. “I’ve decided I’d like to try a new position. You’re not boiling. Let me have my fun. Otherwise, I might be tempted to teach you the true meaning of edging.”

The next thing I know, he’s helping pull her up.

I really enjoyed having her grinding over my dick, but I’m patient. We have all the time in the world to deepen our connection. Mostly, I just need to ensure she’s not in pain while going through a wave of heat.

He sits on the other arm of the couch, leaned over as he guides her to flip onto her hands and knees.

The little omega huffs but follows his instructions without complaint, and his hands brush down her arms as he repositions her doggy style.

“Hmm, would you look at that?” He grins, kissing over Saylor’s shoulder. “If you crawl a little closer to the sullen alpha, I’ll bet you could get his cock in your mouth.”

I squint, realizing he’s talking about me, but I barely get to focus on that as Saylor scrambles forward. Her hair hangs, blocking most of my view of her tits, which is a real fucking shame.

Omen’s hands tease down her back, and he ends up squatting on the cushion while leaning against the far arm of the couch. He scrapes his teeth over her hip and down her ass, but I’m more distracted by Saylor’s hot breath fanning over my shaft.

I’m still in a T-shirt and sweats, but they don’t do anything to hide my hard-on, and Saylor licks my crown over the material.

“ Oh, fuck ,” I hiss as my shaft jumps.

“Lift up!” she commands, tugging the waistband of my sweatpants.

My feet hit the floor, and I find myself complying without even thinking it through.

“You’re going to look quite silly if you leave the shirt on, mate.” Omen winks, and his arm and chest flex.

It’s clear he’s once again fingering her. If I were him, I would have much rather stayed with my face in her juicy pussy, so I could lick and taste her while finger fucking her.

He nods to my chest again, and I lean forward, ripping it off with a hand at the back of my neck before tossing it aside. I’m pretty sure he switched positions to give me the chance to actively participate, which happens almost immediately as Saylor guides my tip to her lips.

She’s mostly in the presenting position, with her top half close to the couch cushion and her ass up for Omen to finger her from behind.

My head falls back at the feeling of her naughty little tongue circling my crown. She latches on to the head of my dick and sucks like she’s desperate for every drop of dribbling pre-cum. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve done anything but jerk that it feels dangerous to focus on the sensations.

Saylor dips lower, hollowing her cheeks and sucking like she’s desperate to embarrass me. Watching Omen with his face in her pussy and Saylor’s few kisses were enough to set me on edge.

“You’re a greedy little thing.” Omen slaps her ass, producing a moan from the omega that radiates down my shaft. “Always trying to take more than I give you.”

Saylor pops off my length, glaring over her shoulder at him while jerking me. “If you’d stop tormenting me and let me come, then I wouldn’t have to.”

She rolls her eyes and dives back down, licking and sucking in a way that makes me growl.

Omen snorts. “One of these days, your precious alphas won’t be around to save you, and that sassy mouth of yours will get you in real trouble.” Another crack fills the air as he once again smacks her ass. “You’re going to be right pissed then.” He smirks, rubbing at the area.

Omen may talk a lot of shit, but he’s clearly fond of her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t move slightly before offering another slap.

Saylor loves it if her reaction is anything to go by. She only sucks harder as her hair teases my stomach and thighs.

I’m torn.

I want to watch my crown disappear into her swollen lips, but I’m already jacked up on her pheromones. Focusing on anything but the way her mouth feels wrapped around me as her tongue teases down my shaft is a smart move if I want to last. I still find myself gathering her hair and fisting it on the back of her head. She wraps her free hand around my knot and jerks the leftover few inches of my shaft that won’t fit in her mouth. It’s intense, and the more I breathe in, the foggier my head gets.

My forearm flexes, and I shove her deeper, aching to come all over her pretty pink tongue.

Saylor whimpers, and my cock pulses, spurting pre-cum. That makes her fight my hold to move back to just sucking the tip.

Everything in me aches to use my feet to fuck up into her mouth. That, or my hold in her hair to shove her deeper.

Omen’s scent gets thicker. He’s stretched over her back, raking his teeth down her shoulder.

Saylor’s hips wiggle, and he buries a hand in her hair next to mine. He forces her down my cock, and my head falls back as I bite my lip.

“You don’t get to tease him just because I’m teasing you,” he says, sounding weirdly chipper. He really must be a sadist, which I should have guessed after his performance in front of the glass. Saylor works deeper with Omen’s help, and my crown bumps the back of her throat. “Shh, don’t panic. Swallow instead. If you take shallow breaths, you should be able to breathe through your nose.” His fingers flex around mine as he pulls her up and shoves her down again, and this time, she does swallow.

The feeling of her throat contracting around the first inch or two of my cock is too fucking much. “Fucking hell, pretty girl. I’m about to come.”

Saylor’s forearm digs into my thigh as she pulls up enough that I’ll come all over her tongue instead of the back of her throat. My muscles lock tight, and I freeze, but she works me off with one hand on my knot and the other on the slick inches of my shaft that she just backed off from.

I growl as my cum sprays into her mouth. I’m so fucking hazy that it’s a battle not to buck too deep. She clearly wants to taste my cum, and I don’t want her to choke, no matter how hot the sounds would be.

“That’s it, darling. Suck down every drop,” Omen coos, massaging her scalp.

I can’t see it, but I can feel it as his hand teases mine. I have no idea when my eyes screwed shut, but they pop open as he tugs her up. My hand falls from her hair, and I fight the overwhelming urge to rip her away from him.

My chest heaves, both from the aftereffects of my orgasm and from fighting my impulses.

Alphas are shit at sharing, which goes back to the days when single couple pairings were the norm.

You’d think evolution would kick in to help us be less territorial, but that’s just not the case. I’ve heard it gets better once bonds are in place, and I guess we all just have to get better at adapting until those come into play.

“Please, just let me come,” she begs, writhing against him as she kneels.

Omen chuckles and releases her hair, twisting her chin until he can capture her mouth. He’s still got at least two fingers buried inside her, but I ache to crawl over and suck on her clit. They share a filthy, open-mouthed kiss that proves he has no problem with tasting my cum.

I’m just about to see how I would have to move to get my face in her cunt when Omen pulls his hand free of her sex.

Saylor whimpers, sobbing, “No!”

He pats her hips as she bends in half. “I still don’t have a knot, but I spot someone who does.”

“I don’t always need a knot.” Her head shakes.

“You’re a very sweet omega. I can feel every ounce of your yearning for my cock in the bond. It’s quite the gift.” He grins, teasing his hands up and down her sides. “But at the same time, I can feel your desire to sink down on Leo’s knot. Be a good girl and give me a real dirty show.” He gently shoves her, and she falls to her hands and knees once more. “You know how much I love it when you’re stuffed full.”

Her eyes meet mine.

My heart thunders.

I want her so fucking badly, my knot aches. There was some reason we were supposed to be waiting, but my teeth dig into my lower lip, and I nod.

Saylor scrambles onto my lap, and I scoot partially onto the middle cushion to make room for her other knee.

My hands land on her hips, and alarm pulses in my chest.

Her skin is way hotter than I realized.

I’m pretty sure that’s why Omen sent her to me, but I barely get to ponder that as Saylor reaches between us and guides my tip to her opening.

My vision goes from foggy at the edges to completely hazy when she sinks down. She’s drenched, dripping slick all over my shaft. It doesn’t take away from the feeling of her warm walls stretching to accommodate my girth.

“Jesus, Saylor,” I growl, shaking my head to try to force away the fog.

She melts into my chest, nodding against my skin. “You smell so good. My head is all fuzzy, and my chest is warm. I think I got high off your scents.”

My head tilts.

“She gets a little melty sometimes,” Omen says, working a hand between me and Saylor. “She wants you to take over.”

“Yes, that’s what I want,” she agrees, her head bobbing up and down. “If you keep teasing me, Omen, I will hurt you.”

He snorts, working her clit. “I’ve got you, darling. Unfortunately, your alpha seems frozen in place.”

My lip curls, and a low, feral growl radiates from my chest.

“Move.” I tilt my head, nodding for him to get the fuck out of the way.

“And there it is.” Omen pats her pussy and pulls his arm free before scrambling off the couch just in time for me to turn Saylor.

I have to stand a little to make it happen, but I lower her to the couch until she’s stretched out. I follow her down, managing to keep my dick inside her during the entire transition.

Her feet dig into my thighs as I plant a palm near her head, diving in for a kiss. Her skin is warm against mine, and it spurs me on almost as much as feeling her tight nipples brush my chest.

I’ve dreamed about this, and it’s nothing like I thought our first time would be, but I’ll make it up to her one day.

Caging her in, I pull all the way out and savor the feeling as I dip back in. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I whisper, getting back to the tantalizing kisses.

Saylor whimpers, and her nails dig into my shoulders. She mumbles something I can’t make out, and I pull away from the kiss, bumping my cheek against hers.

“What’s that, pretty girl?”

“Harder!” She nods wildly, clutching at my back like she’s afraid I’ll escape. “Rut me, alpha.”

It’s surreal finally being inside her.

The blow job helped, but if I’m not careful, I’ll embarrass myself. I’d like to have a decent performance for our first time together. More than that, though, I want to savor every second of finally being able to feel her wrapped around me.

Her skin heats under my touch, and it’s enough to remind me the circumstances here aren’t normal. She’s an omega having a wave of heat, and I’m not going to let her suffer just to make myself feel better.

Her tits jiggle with each buck of my hips, but it’s the clench of her inner walls that makes my canines ache.

She bounces around the couch as I practice rolling my pelvis to brush her clit. More begging demands spill from her lips, but they’re mostly indecipherable.

Every thrust fills the air with a slick sound that does my head in.

I ache to please her. To show her exactly how much she means to me, but my head is a foggy mess.

All my thoughts circle back to breeding and biting her, which probably makes it a good thing that Omen is close by to supervise.

My head tilts.

He carried over one of the gaming chairs, and he’s stretched out, nude, with his dick in his hand. “Don’t mind me. I’m happy to wait my turn.” He winks, and I growl.

I’ve been holding myself up with a palm, but I move my weight to my forearm.

“You’re finally all mine.” I wrap my hand around Saylor’s head and capture her swollen lips. She seems to enjoy having my weight pushing against her because she gets even slicker. “You get that, right, sweetheart? I’m never letting you go.”

I’ve dreamed about this day, and a big part of me hopes she has too.

Her perfume gets even heavier in the air, making it hard to focus on anything but the faces she makes and the feeling of her cunt strangling my cock.

Time loses all meaning.

I work on coaxing more of those begging moans from her swollen lips and grit my teeth to hold back from filling her with my cum too soon.

“More, please!” Her core locks down just as her lower lips brush my knot. I yearn to shove the appendage inside her, but it doesn’t seem possible at the moment.

“Fuck, pretty girl.” I groan, struggling to thrust with how tight she gets. “I’m gonna bust. Drill you full of my cum until it’s dripping all out of your sweet little pussy.” My tip bumps the bottom of her cunt, and my vision goes hazy as I keep my word, fucking my cum into her as deep as I can get. “It’ll really show the world that you’re all mine.”

She moans my name, and it almost knocks out all rational thought from my head.

My muscles lock tight, and euphoria rips through my system.

It takes everything in me to keep the insanity from escaping.

I want to breed her.

Own her.

Never let her get away.

I’ll keep her so goddamn happy that she never wants to be out of my line of sight.

My cock jolts, and Saylor grinds over me from below, which only intensifies my orgasm.

“Christ,” Omen mutters. “Feeling that in the bond is weird as shite. Hot as fuck, but strange.”

The little omega pushes her lips to mine and guides the kiss while I’m still too overloaded to do much.

My heart races, and I pull back to breathe.

Saylor grins up at me in a way that steals all the air from my lungs. Her feet dig into the backs of my thighs, and she says, “More, please.”

“If you’re feeling charitable,” Omen says, sounding amused. “You could at least sit her facing me this time. My cock is still very unsatisfied, and I wouldn’t mind jerking off all over her clit.” He groans, like he’s pleased with the mental image that thought produced. “I considered trying to kneel next to the two of you. I was pretty sure I could get my cock in her mouth. However, I decided to be generous and allow you your first time together.”

Saylor laughs. “He’s very thoughtful, huh?”

God, she’s so fucking pretty.

I grind into her and catch her lower lip between my teeth. The urge to dig them in is tempting, but my cum drips out of her as I pull out and slam back in, and it’s a solid distraction.

I’ve always known I would have to share her.

It’s just taking a little time to adapt to the fact she’s already bonded to two men who aren’t me . Still, I’m not giving her up, which means, one way or another, I better get comfortable with both Valor and Omen.

Sliding my hand between her back and the couch cushion, I pull her up with me and settle in the middle of the long cushion.

Saylor kneels over me, but Omen asked for access.

I peck a quick kiss on her lips and grip her hips. “How about you spin around to face Omen?”

Her eyes sparkle, and her lips tip up as she nods. “I can do that.”

See?

I can get along for the greater good.

It’s Shaw that makes me nervous. He’s always been more of a wild card, and I know how long he’s yearned for Saylor because I’ve ached for her for just as long.