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“I also don’t know your first name,” Kevin pouts, his eyes rolling back. His ass is sucking in the knot, and the lewd sounds of it as he sinks down fully on the knot makes me bite my fist. Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck him.

“Cian.” The alpha that’s making my life miserable smirks. “If you’d listened to any of the voice messages I left you, you’d know that. Now, naughty boy, let’s get you some relief.”

Cian glances at me with promises of a conversation in our future and I blow out a breath. Pulling off my boxers, I toss them aside as I move closer to fist Kevin’s hair. His lips open wide as I feed him my cock, and I decide to live in the moment.

There will be plenty of time for anything else later.

Chapter

Five

CIAN

I’m soangry I can’t see straight, but I can’t act on it right now. Undressing, I watch as Kevin swallows down Morgan’s cock like it’s the perfect ice cream flavor. The smug bastard’s eyes roll back as he thrusts, while I move behind the struggling omega. That little knot isn’t going to give him what he needs.

Lifting Kevin off the toy, I shush him as he complains. Whatever he wants to say is lost in a strangled moan as Morgan refuses to release Kevin’s hair as he continues to fuck his face. Pushing the stationary board and toy off the bed, I move in its place. Kevin relaxes as I fill his ass, my lips on his back as I pull him down it.

He’s been a very bad little omega, and I’ll be discussing the importance of using his words later. There is no running from me, not anymore. I’ve spent the last few months looking for him, and I’m not losing him the way I did Bea. My chaotic emotions mean that I fuck his hole harder than I normally would, and I slap his hands away when he moves to fist his cock.

“Ignoring me isn’t going to work anymore, Kevin,” I growl, sucking on the pulse point on his throat. “You’re going to be shitting my cum out of your ass for days. Every time you move, you’ll feel the delicious ache that reminds you that I fucked this tight hole.”

“Jesus wept, Cian,” Morgan shudders with a gasp. “He might come just from your words.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I smirk. My cock stretches Kevin’s ass so much better than the paltry toy, and I take great pleasure when his fingers dig into my thighs, begging for more. “Now, I plan to knot you and stay for a while. Get used to it.”

Morgan’s hips piston, driving his cock in and out of Kevin’s mouth. I can see how shiny it is from his saliva, and I squeeze the bad little omega’s balls tightly, enjoying the way he squirms with a whine.

“Relax and let me fuck my knot into you,” I growl. “After I come, Morgan is going to join me in your tight ass. I may hate the fucker, but I have no problems using his cock for my own devices.”

“Do I get a say in it, bossy fucker?” Morgan grunts. “Oh fuck. Kevin, give me teeth. I love it. Yes. God, just like that.”

“Don’t bond with him,” I whisper into Kevin’s ear. “If I have to share you with him, we’re bloody well doing it at the same time.”

I’m sure I’m confusing Kevin, but Morgan simply moans as he shoots ropes of cum down his throat. We’ll have to have a talk about this once our omega is bonded and well fucked.

I see the worship in Morgan’s eyes when he looks at Kevin. I’m not an idiot. I don’t think they’ve ever met before this. Fate is playing her hand here, and I don’t want the bitch to be angry with me. It’s very hard to believe that I’d ever be willing to bend when it comes to Morgan, but I need more information before I make any rash decisions.

My chest begins to heave with the exertion of restraint as I push my knot into Kevin’s ass.

“Alpha, please,” he whimpers, his hands moving until his fingers are buried in my hair. Cum escapes his lips that he couldn’t swallow down fast enough and my lips twitch at how cute he is.

“My name better be on your lips instead when I finally let you come,” I rasp, licking up his throat. Fuck, he smells and tastes so good, it makes me desperate to bite him. “Show me you know what it is.”

I’ve given it to him already, and Morgan has also used it. I want, no need, to hear it from his lips before his ass finishes sucking my knot inside of him.

Kevin gasps in a breath as he keens, his body arching as he takes my knot. Morgan leans back to take in the view like a dick, so I’m ignoring him. He can stare at my knot stretching Kevin all day long, it won’t change the fact that he’s stuck with me.

I plan to have him make it up to me. Would firing my chef so that he can make all the meals for Kevin and I be enough? Fuck, what if he’s a terrible cook? I’d rather not die of food poisoning.

Scratch that. I’ll have to think of something else.

“Cian, oh God, please!” Kevin screams. “I need it all.”

“Do you need to come, little omega?” I tease, biting down on his shoulder.

“Yes, yes, I’m gonna die,” he says dramatically.

Smirking, I nod. “Come,” I bark, pulling him down so my knot slams the rest of the way in.