Page 13 of Santas' Elf

I stood, grabbed the to-go containers, and plated the cold food. Then I popped Pete’s plate into the microwave.

Both Pete and I were attracted to the same omega. Maybe it was just proximity, but something in my gut told me that it was more than that.

That this was the way things were supposed to be.

My sweet Pete would always have been the one to fall hard. But it was his feelings that forced me to confront my own. I would have bid Benny farewell after Christmas and returned to my normal life.

The microwave dinged. I took Pete his plate, then started heating my own.

I closed my eyes and listened to the hum—to the soft clink of silverware as Pete fidgeted while waiting for me to join him.

I thought of Benny—his sweet smiles and bubbly personality.

I allowed myself to imagine him moaning as he took my cock, round with a baby that Pete and I helped him create.

Every thought I had about being with Benny, Pete was there beside me.

Maybe… just maybe… there was room for all of us.

I retrieved my plate from the microwave and carried it to the table.

Poor Pete was pale again.

I swallowed. Once I voiced my thoughts, I’d be bound by them. I had to be sure that it was something I could do.

I thought of the sweet omega who slotted seamlessly into my work life. Could he become just as integral to our personal lives?

Was there a reason both Pete and I were attracted to him?

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Pete?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Do you want him?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, and one tear slid down a cheek. He nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

“When you think of Benny… like that… where am I?”

He opened his eyes, blinked, then a bright flush crossed his face. “I’ve had a few—very vivid—dreams, where we take turns with him, then sandwich him between us to sleep. Those… those are my favorites.”

“Does it feel right?”

The blush deepened. “Yeah.”

I nodded. “I’m willing to give this a shot.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

I held up a finger. “Let’s gauge his interest. He might not be interested in us at all. But if he is…” I paused. “We’re a package deal, ok? He takes both of us, or neither. We court him, and if either of us feels like it’s not going to work equitably, then we cut it off.”

He paled, and a slightly horrified expression crossed his face. Had I taken the wrong approach?

“I don’t want to push,” he argued. “I… I just wanted you to know… I couldn’t hurt you…”

I slid from my chair, walked around the table, and knelt in front of him again. “We’re both attracted to him. Maybe you more than me, but it’s there. Besides, doesn’t this just feel… right?”

He took a shuddering breath. “Yes,”