Page 46 of Two For the Show (Trapped On The Tightrope Duet #2)

Heat log: day three.

My knot feels like it is going to shrivel up and fall off.

Alex is insatiable. If she’s not sleeping, she’s climbing onto one of us, taking what she needs, begging for attention. We trade off on who will take care of her while the rest of us make meals and rest, but it’s getting close to not being enough to satisfy her.

Dexter stumbles out of the nest, hair all over the place, face pink, and eyes bloodshot.

She’s been particularly needy with him, and I wonder if it’s because she can feel how he craves the reassurance through the bond.

I don’t know if we’re all supposed to feel each other, but we do.

It’s like echoes, someone shouting down a hallway, and we’re picking up on most of it, but it’s not super clear.

I can feel that he still worries that he’s not enough for her.

“You look like you could use some water,” I tell him, grabbing a bottle out of the fridge. “Gotta hydrate.”

He takes it from me and twists the cap off, draining it in one go. “This is more exhausting than I could’ve imagined. Worse than if we had to perform for days straight.”

“I’m going to need an ice bath when all is said and done,” I chuckle.

“So,” he drags out the word. “You and Jude.”

“Me and Jude.”

Apparently, the guys all knew that something had happened between us, which doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. But I probably should have talked about it with my brother.

“I’m happy for you both. I’m glad there is something in your life you don’t have to share with me.”

That’s not what I expected him to say. Sure, we’ve shared everything our whole lives, which is what’s expected of twins, but I never considered that Jude was something that was solely mine.

Well, mine and Alex’s, but that’s different.

“So you don’t want to give him a go too?” I tease.

Dexter snorts. “Nah. One sexual partner is enough for me, thanks.”

“You sure? His dick is really-”

“I’m sure!” he interrupts. We stare at each other for a second before bursting into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Jude grumbles, stumbling out of the nest. When I left, he was sleeping on the floor.

“Dexter doesn’t want to fuck you.”

He blinks, rubbing his hair and looking between us like it’s taking him a moment to process my words. “Uh. Thanks? I think?”

My brother flops into a chair at the table, resting his head on his arms. “You’re welcome. Sleep now.”

And then he’s snoring.

I struggle to keep my laughter contained at how quickly he passed out, but we’ve all learned to grab sleep where we can since the heat started. I slide closer to Jude and wrap one of my arms around his broad waist. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He leans down and rubs his cheek on my head, unconsciously scent marking me. It’s sweet, and I love how his scent has changed since Alex claimed him. “This isn’t as weird as I thought it would be,” he admits.

“Us?”

“Everyone knows about us. Whatever we are.”

“We’re… dating?” My words sound uncertain. “Right?”

He spins me to face him, looking into my eyes. I hope he can see the earnestness there, feel the echo through our bond. I know he was hesitant at first, but I think he’s over it, for the most part.

“Right.” He dips his head, kissing me softly, gently, in a way that is so at odds with his gruff exterior, and I melt in his arms.

Before we have a chance to take it further, Alex cries out in pain.

Matteo and Quinton are still asleep, and I know they need it.

They can’t keep their hands off each other whenever they’re not with Alex.

The pheromones she’s putting off keep all of us hard and waiting for her to need us, so relief is being chased wherever it can be found.

I grab Jude’s hand and drag him with me to the bedroom, where I find our Omega tangled up in the sheets, her hand between her thighs as she fights for her release.

That won’t do.

She shouldn’t have to resort to her hand when there are five of us.

Jude and I are on the same wavelength.

“Omega,” he barks. She looks up at him, hand still, eyes wide. “Do you need something?” She whines wordlessly. “You don’t get to touch what belongs to us. ”

When she opens her mouth, probably about to argue with him, I dive forward, plastering my lips to hers. After I pull away, I whisper against her lips, “Best to listen to him, Omega. Wouldn’t want to upset our Alpha.”

“Dario, on your back,” Jude says, barely keeping the bark out of his voice.

I like him like this. He seems confident and self-assured. It’s fucking hot. So I listen to him.

Before I even have a chance to get comfortable, Alex is on top of me, impaling herself on my cock.

I gave up wearing my boxers yesterday. It was like she knew the moment I put them on, because she’d immediately find me and rip them off, sucking down my cock or pulling me on top of her so I would fuck her.

Her pussy clamps down on me, and it’s everything I can do not to yelp in pleasure.

Jude moves behind her, putting a hand between her shoulder blades and pushing until Alex’s chest lies flat on mine. Then I feel his fingers probe the area where we’re connected, gathering her slickness onto his fingers.

Omegas, when in heat, are slick everywhere , so there isn’t a need for lube most of the time. But Jude strokes his cock, watching as Alex grinds against me as I fight not to fuck up into her.

After a moment, he slides a finger into her ass, and I can feel it against the wall of her cunt, and I punch my hips up as he strokes that thin patch of flesh.

Our Prime Alpha works a second finger into her, and neither of us can hold back our sounds of pleasure.

Once he stretches her with a third finger, his massive thighs bracket mine, and I nearly lose my cool, imagining what is going to come next.

“Deep breath,” he says in a soothing voice, pushing into her slowly. I can feel his cock rub against mine as he fills her. It’s tight, so fucking tight that I can barely breathe once he’s fully inside her.

Alex agrees, because she’s chanting the word please, moaning and writhing between us.

“You good, Omega?” I ask, leaning up to suck on her neck.

“So so good. So good. Alphas, fuck.”

I’d probably find my intelligent doctor of a mate reduced to disjointed words funny if Jude didn’t pull out and slam back into her, leaving both of us screaming and twisting with blinding pleasure.

I reach around Alex to grab Jude’s arms, nails digging into his deep brown skin, anchoring myself in the moment so I don’t come too quickly. Alex is thrashing between us the best she can, and I am nearly overwhelmed by he way she is being dragged across my knot.

Jude dips his head and takes my lips with his, and I cup the back of his head. The heady feeling of having them both at the same time is nothing like I’ve ever experienced before.

My Omega and my Prime Alpha.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” I pant, feeling lightheaded and delirious.

“You can and you will,” Jude chastises, snapping his hips back. I’ve been mostly passive this whole time, Jude fucking us both with a dedicated precision, moving Alex up and down my cock with every thrust. He must be joking if he thinks I can hold back from pushing my knot into her.

Before I have the chance to vocalize that, my instincts to fuck, knot, and breed take over, and I slam myself into her, filling her up with cum and knotting her in one go.

Jude picks up his pace, chasing his release as Alex cries out between us, and my knot pushes against him. She feels impossibly full, like she couldn’t possibly fit anything more .

But my girl is a rockstar, because she starts begging for Jude to knot her, too. I don’t know if it’s possible, but fuck if I don’t want to find out.

“Yeah?” he asks her, grabbing her by the hair and tilting her head back, exposing her creamy throat to me. I lean forward and latch on, sucking and nibbling the flesh. “You want me to stretch your ass with my knot? Lock you to both of us? Keep you stuck as I slowly fuck you on it for hours?”

Fuck, I want that.

“Yes,” she wails, pushing her ass back as best as she can. “Yes, Alpha. Please give me your knot. Please, I can take it. I can.”

He slowly works it through her rim. Alex cries out, hands clenched into the nest beside my head. Jude’s knot bumps against mine, and I can feel when he comes, his dick throbbing and pulsing against mine.

When his knot inflates, locking the three of us together, I feel more cum leak from my cock, milked by the tight fit.

Alex immediately passes out, the rosy shade of her cheeks lightening as the heat recedes, at least momentarily. Sweat clumps Jude’s hair, and I reach up and run my fingers through it.

“That was intense,” he whispers, not wanting to wake up our insatiable Omega. “Holy fuck.”

I laugh, and Alex bounces against my chest. “So fucking good.”

“Mhm,” she says sleepily. “Heaven. Thought I was in hell. Nope. Heaven.”

“Sleep,” Jude whispers, stroking down her spine. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Yes, Alpha.”