Page 10 of The Bear, the Eagle, and their Wombat Omega (Omegas of Animals: SD #14)
Bruno
We might only have one bed, but it was a big one.
Plenty of room for all three of us and I had a feeling we’d be taking advantage of all of it.
Thank the Goddess we hadn’t changed out the suite for two of the other rooms. The night before, when Arkyn ended up on the sofa, although I didn’t remember who we’d agreed would take it, I’d slept better than I’d imagined—thinking I’d be too aware of him to get any rest. But that hadn’t been the case.
Although he wasn’t in bed with me, snuggled close after making love, his presence offered calm, sweetness, and a pleasure in itself.
Again…something with him was more than everything with anyone else.
I hadn’t even allowed myself to think what-if.
I’d rolled those thoughts around too many times, and always came back to the fact that Arkyn had politely told me no when I asked him out, and I had no right to have feelings about his relationship status.
And then, with the tickle of a fragrance in my nose, in his, it all changed. Only a few hours after we were business colleagues who were “never” going to be more, we were gently undressing our omega, while exchanging kisses with one another over his shoulders.
Fate must have a sense of humor, but if that was what it took to get us here, I had no complaints.
Steve, our omega, or maybe Fate again, had provided us with the perfect meet-cute/white-knight scenario.
Instead of the awkwardness of two alphas trying to tell a perfectly composed omega they are his mates, we walked into a scenario where we could be of help and spend time doing something while casually talking.
I still thought our omega was awesome not to just tell us we were crazy. But, Fate!
I worked on Steve’s shirt while Arkyn unbuttoned his pants and slid them over his hips. He was perfect in every way, the omega of my dreams with only a small patch of soft hair on his chest that matched the one revealed when he stepped out of his boxer briefs.
“Am I going to be the only one naked here?” he asked, looking from one of us to the other. “Alphas?”
“Did you want us to strip for you?” Arkyn asked. “Because I’m there for that.”
“I think that would be nice.” Steve moved backward until his legs bumped the bed then plopped down to sit. “Who’s first?”
Such a feisty omega. I loved it!
“How about we do it together because I don’t think I can wait too much longer,” I told him. “Good with you, Arkyn?”
His shirt was already half unbuttoned when he nodded.
I yanked mine open, sending buttons flying.
This was going to be more of a race than a striptease—this time.
It would be too embarrassing to come in my pants, like an adolescent cub.
And while things had amped up since we walked into Animals, I had been under Arkyn’s spell and yearning for him for years.
Yeah, I was probably going to embarrass myself.
Hopefully not.
Our eagle shifter had undressed completely while I spent a moment struggling for self-control, and he was everything I’d tried so hard not to fantasize about. Incredible. These two males were my mates. Fate had tested me, for sure, but now was rewarding me with so much.
“Wow.” Steve lay back on the bed and grinned up at us both. “And I thought I was just going to be working tonight and then go home and crash out.”
Sitting down beside him, Arkyn ran one hand up his thigh, stopping right at the crease where it joined his body. Not touching his cock, yet. My fingers flexed, wanting to touch our omega too. “Are you still tired?”
“N-no.” He swallowed hard. “Not tired at all.”
“Good.” I sank down on his other side. Because I didn’t think we were going to be sleeping anytime soon. Bending, I grazed his lips with mine, fingers gliding down his chest. “You taste sweet.” Lifting my face, I kissed Arkyn next. Then Steve again, deeper, tongue seeking his and tangling with it.
A hand, I thought it was Arkyn’s, crept over my ass, nails scraping the skin and sending goose bumps down my legs. “Nice ass, Boss.”
I lifted my head and turned to smile at him. “About time you noticed.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed.” He lifted his palm and brought it down with a sharp crack, and I jumped. “You’ll never know how hard it was to say no to you back then.”
“You were right. Nothing came together for the two of us, as you know, I think, until we found you, Steve. And I must say, you have a fine ass as well.”
“Nobody likes mine?” Arkyn stood and sashayed across the room.
We both clapped, and while the sexual tension stayed high, the comfort level among us rose to join it. “Bring that ass back over here,” I said, leaning back on my elbows to enjoy the show. “We miss you.”
And saying “we” like that gave me chills.
“Of course.” He returned, but in no hurry, and the front view was also very good. The eagle had no bad side. I gave myself credit for not spending a lot of time studying the bulge that impressive cock must have made in his slacks and jeans. Ogling had just seemed wrong, but now?
Mate. My bear was getting impatient.
When Arkyn reached us, we both grabbed an arm and pulled him down, arms and legs tangling and no more laughter, only kissing, hugging, and touching of all kinds.
I’d never imagined being with two mates, but now?
I couldn’t imagine any other way. Somehow, we finagled around until Steve lay on top of Arkyn and took his cock between those incredible sensual lips, leaving me the wonderful opening to be the first to find the slick between our wombat’s rounded, firm butt cheeks.
And he was so slick, my fingers pressed inside with no resistance despite the tightness enveloping them. I stroked in and out, using his slick, his scent intoxicating and my breathing harsh.
Then he thrust his bottom back at me and I took that for the invitation it was, rising on my knees on the edge of the bed and replacing my fingers with the head of my cock.
I paused, appreciating the sacredness of this moment before plunging into the compression of our omega’s body and pausing once again to allow him to adjust to me.
But he grunted and wiggled his butt, and I began to move again, to thrust in and pull out, again and again, until Arkyn cried out and grabbed at Steve’s head, holding it still, the sounds of gulping telling me the eagle was coming into our wombat’s throat.
And there was no chance of holding back, cum pouring from my cock into his body and my knot swelling to bind us together.
Incredible bliss, and a moment of exquisite stillness followed…I’d never known joy before. I only thought I had.