Page 57 of Roommates' Alpha

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~July~

It was after midnight when I arrived home from a double shift, but it was still oppressively hot when I got out of the car, thanks to the humidity from a summer storm keeping the heat up.

I started toward the front door, eager to slide into bed with my mates, but thought better of it. Pregnancy had turned Micah into an incredibly light sleeper, and I’d woken him several times already when coming home late. Even the front door opening was enough to rouse our sleeping omega.

I sighed, shook my head, and rounded the side of the house instead. My futon was still downstairs, and it wouldn’t be the first time I’d decided to sleep in the basement rather than wake everybody. They’d see my car and know where I was.

I slipped silently into my old room and made my way in the dark. But when I felt for my futon so I could pull it out, I discovered that it had already been done for me. Then I patted around for the blankets, and my hand landed on a leg.

A grumbly noise from the other side of the futon and I smiled.

Crow.

I quickly undressed, made my way around the futon, and slipped under the covers beside him. Then I pulled him into my arms.

“Hey,” he mumbled sleepily. “Welcome home.”

I kissed him softly. “Thank you. What are you doing down here?”

He yawned and nuzzled into my embrace. “It was getting late. Thought you might come down here. Didn’t want you to have to sleep alone.”

Oh, that made my heart full to bursting.

I kissed his forehead, expecting him to fall right back to sleep. But he tipped his face up and moved until our mouths came together.

The kisses were gentle at first but quickly deepened. Within a few minutes, Crow was grinding an erection against me.

“Seems you wanted something more than sleep,” I teased as I slid my hands down to squeeze his ass.

“Knot me,” he breathed.

“Ok.”

He turned over while I reached up and fished around my old end table. I found the lube, popped the lid, and drizzled some on my fingers.

Ever since that first night, Crow had slowly started to prefer bottoming, though he still topped Micah, and would any of the rest of us if we asked. And as I pressed my fingers to his entrance, he opened easily, moaning as he took one, then two.

Within a couple of minutes, I decided that he was well-prepared. I lubed up my cock, lined up, and pushed inside, spooning him the entire time.

Crow growled as I bottomed out and wrapped my free hand around his cock. He reached back, caught my neck, and dragged me forward to kiss him.

We kissed for a moment as he adjusted, then I slowly started thrusting.

“Owen,” he breathed.

“Good?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Crow trembled around me, and in my arms, as my cock dragged in and out of his hole. We kissed and murmured praises to each other. It was soft and sweet.

All too soon he was thrusting back against me in a way that said he was on the edge. I added the twist he liked as I stroked his cock, and he spilled over my fingers a moment later. I tightened my hold around his knot—which always popped for me—and allowed my knot to lock us together.

Crow hummed softly as he nestled back into my embrace.

“Gonna fall asleep with me inside you?” I asked, kissing just behind his ear.