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Chapter 14

Cleaning Messes

Bishop

I easily fell back asleep when Sinclair and Ecker got up in the middle of the night. But I didn’t stay asleep long. I woke up to the spine-tingling sensation of a hot, wet mouth taking my cock. It barely felt like a dream. I was sure I was going to find Sin under the covers.

Instead, when I finally opened my eyes, the bed was still half empty. Titus was lightly snoring and dead to the world, and there was no sign that Sinclair and Ecker had ever come back. When another hot wave of lust rolled through me, I realized what was going on.

I quickly threw on a pair of joggers and am now making my way through the silent hallways of the Estate. By the time I reach the dining hall, my blood is pumping hard and hot through my veins. Feeling Sinclair’s heat through our bond is triggering a slow-building rut.

I pause right outside the door and listen carefully, holding my breath to hear better. 1

“ Fuck, that’s it, baby . . . Deeper . . . Mmm, yeah, choke on it . . . ”

I palm my crotch and exhale hungrily.

“ That’s a good girl, a good. Fucking. Slut.” Ecker’s coarse, strained tone tells me exactly how good our mate’s tight, little throat feels.

I can’t wait any longer.

Quietly opening the door, I step inside. They are at the far corner of the hall from the entrance and don’t hear me. A voyeuristic thrill races through me as I keep my footsteps as light as possible.

I watch Ecker’s head tilt back and his arms straighten out in front of him while he thrusts up. I can only see the top of Sinclair’s silver hair under his palms. The closer I get, the more I can smell how wet she is.

It’s so easy to imagine the feel of her slick-coated thighs if I were to push my hand between them. Her pussy would be swollen and sloppy. Her breath would hitch as I parted her lips to circle her clit. I’d tease her entrance, just giving her a taste of my thick fingers. She’d moan deliriously around Ecker’s length, which would make him even crazier. He’d tell me to finger fuck her harder to keep her moaning just like that.

I don’t realize I’ve been rubbing my cock until I feel a small wet spot through the fabric.

Fuck, I’m already leaking for them .

I’m almost to them and they still haven’t noticed me, so tangled up in each other. I decide to make my presence known.

“So, this is what you meant by midnight snack?”

Ecker’s back flies into an upright position and Sinclair’s eyes widen like a deer caught in the headlights. She moves to get up, but seeing it’s only me, Ecker keeps her down. “You’re not done cleaning up this mess.”

“Is that what happened?” I scoff, amused as I approach them. “What is that? Whipped cream? Ah, I can see how easily that could make a mess.” I laugh crudely.

I stand next to where Ecker is sitting so we’re both facing Sinclair. I gently thumb the corner of her eye, wiping the tears there. “ Mmm, pretty girl . . . such a vision,” I mutter as I take my cock out of my joggers.

I don’t miss the way Ecker’s eyes fall to my fist gliding up and down my length. His attention makes me grip my dick harder and an eager growl build in my throat. Sinclair bobs on Ecker’s cock while her eyes lock with mine. They’re a blaze of gold and set me alight with wicked intentions.

As I reach for the bowl of whipped cream, I place one knee on the bench. My chest tightens with anticipation, and I drizzle a spoonful of whipped cream from the base of my cock to the tip.

“Looks like you’ve got a mess to clean up too, E.”

His metallic eyes flash up to mine, and for a moment, I worry I’ve gone too far. But then he tongues his molars and his lips curve with a hungry smirk that says I’m game.

Sinclair temporarily stops her blowjob to watch, tantalized, as Ecker bends over slightly and circles the head of my cock with his tongue. Starting at the bottom, he swipes his tongue around, licking the whipped cream on the top and then finishing with a slow, flat drag over the pre-cum glistening on my tip.

“No one told you to stop, Omega.” My voice is low and dangerous. My body shudders as it slips into rut, the feel of his hot tongue breaking down whatever wall remained.

I don’t know where to look as he familiarizes himself with my cock in long, broad licks. I’m drawn to the sight of my pack brother slowly lavishing my dick with his tongue. But I’m also constantly pulled to my omega and the way she can’t take her eyes off us either.

I reach my hand toward Ecker’s head slowly, as if unconsciously giving him a chance to stop me. My palm rests on the top of his hair and my stomach swoops. Is this nerves? Excitement? Or just pure lust?

My fist closes around a handful of his hair, and I tug his head back just a little. It’s not a dominating move in the same way it would be if it was Sinclair instead of him. Sinclair wouldn’t be able to stop me, but he lets me. It feels more like a handshake, an agreement. And that gives me the confidence to say, “Now, show me how that mouth feels, brother.”

A throaty groan is pulled from my chest as he takes the order like a challenge and takes me deep . . . deeper and even deeper. His nose almost touches my small thatch of hair.

My free hand smacks the table with a loud slap when he swallows, his deep throat muscles working my cock. “ F-f-fuckk!”

He slides off, inhales a deep breath, then takes me again. Not as deep this time, but with more movement, gliding his hot mouth up and down.

My face scrunches and my hand on the table presses harder and harder until my knuckles whiten.

“ Jesus . . . ,” I sputter. He sucks me off like a goddamn champ.

When he adds his hands, removing them from Sinclair’s head, she teeters to her feet as if in a daze. Her cheeks are flushed, and she doesn’t brush the messy wisps of hair out of her face.

Wordlessly, with parted lips and attention fixed on my cock down Ecker’s throat, she pulls her panties off and tosses them absentmindedly onto the bench by my knee. When she goes to straddle him, Ecker stops to look at her.

“ Don’t stop,” she says breathlessly as she hoists her dress up and climbs onto his lap.

She exhales a pleasure-filled, little sigh as she lowers herself onto his hard and spit-soaked cock. The back of his throat vibrates around my tip when he moans, and I can’t help but tighten my hold on his hair. She starts to slowly ride him with small, undulating movements, and I mirror her pace with short, light thrusts.

I get a little rougher than I mean to and make him gag. “Shit — ” But he doesn’t stop or break our rhythm, making me groan. “ So fucking good .”

Sinclair cups the side of his face. Her fingertips curl in his hair at the back of his neck and her thumb strokes his cheek. She gently encourages his head toward her, and I pull out of his mouth.

Her hips grind down as she kisses him passionately and pleasure spikes in our bond. They’re beyond beautiful together.

She moans into his lips before pulling apart and immediately turning her gaze to me. With a heady, drunken look in her eyes, she wraps her lips around my cock. My chest grumbles as she uses her mouth to fuck me, sucking and swirling her tongue.

“ God,” I rasp. “Fuck yeah, that’s my girl.”

Her eyes smile up at me, and I’m struck dumb, wondering how I got so lucky.

Sinclair and Ecker continue to take turns sucking me off until I’m strung so tight I can hardly keep my eyes open, about to blow at just the sight of them. Sinclair’s pleasure syncs with mine through the bond and she mewls needily, despite the mouthful of cock.

I can sense her orgasm is so close but still just out of her reach. I pull her off me and she eagerly wraps her arms around Ecker’s neck, using the leverage to fuck him the way she loves.

“Oh my god, oh my god . . . fuck . . . oh, oh, ohhhh,” she cries, her brows fretted like she’s going to cry if she doesn’t come soon.

I grab Ecker’s face. “You’re gonna pump her pussy full of your cum while I fill your mouth with mine.” He nods, eyes dazed and lusty. We’re all so close to losing our minds.

My cock disappears down his throat, and I groan fiercely, throwing any attempt at restraint out the window and punching my hips. Sinclair’s pleas and needy, little begs get louder and louder, more and more desperate. It’s all too easy to forget we are in the public dining hall where technically anyone could walk in at any moment.

I grab her panties and stuff them in her mouth. “Quiet now, Omega. Be a good little mate and take his cum.”

She bobs her head in frantic nods while riding Ecker’s cock. Her thighs shake and squeeze either side of his hips as she screams behind the wad of fabric. Her forehead drops to his shoulder as she comes hard, all cries muffled but still riddled with ecstasy.

Her orgasm ricochets through our bond. Ecker palms her ass and holds her down hard on his cock as he comes. His groan is strangled around my cock, and seconds later, I am spilling into the back of his throat with a full body shiver.

After we collectively catch our breath, I’m sitting next to Ecker on the bench and Sinclair is still on his lap, curled against his chest. Vestiges of the rut and another mind-blowing threesome leave me tingling and high.

I exhale a small chuckle and elbow Ecker. “Who knew your mouth was just as slutty as our omega’s.”

He laughs. “Oh, how quickly you forget I’m the professional in bed.”

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