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Chapter fifteen

Mitch

It takes every ounce of my concentration to not come, to not let the short, panting breaths of my sated Omega throw me over the edge of orgasmic oblivion.

Next time, maybe I will. Next time, when Clay fucks her good and hard, I'll let her moans and their wet bodies slapping together be the only thing that brings me over the edge.

But right now, I need to focus. I'm about to feel what a pussy feels like for the first time. I've fucked Clay before, so I'm not completely in the dark about what this is going to feel like, but I'm suddenly nervous.

What if Roan thinks I'm bad at this?

Clay puts us how he wants us, arranging us sideways across the bed so it doesn't squeak like I hate.

We should really just buy a new bed, but our mattress is massive and it was a fucking pain to get all this up here.

He places two of our pillows below our Omega's hips so any of her arousal has a chance to mark her scent for each of us.

Her body relaxes, her skin stretches and gives in all her soft places as she lays before me like a feast. The deep valley and soft rolling hills that make up the planes of her form call to me on a primal level.

I want to explore every inch of her. My dick pulses when I look at her naked and spread out for us.

She looks right like this in our bed. Like she's supposed to be here.

“Oh, I've got condoms in my bag,” she says, pushing herself up on an elbow.

I'm glad one of us is thinking.

“Thank you, sugar,” Clay smiles as he goes searching for that tiny clutch.

We haven't used condoms in such a long time, any that we have still hanging around are surely dust by now. We've just opted to use those mail-order tests regularly and then get the big screening done when we have annual physicals. It's a bit expensive, but I get anxious, even if we are monogamous.

“We tested about a month ago,” I assure her. “Nothing to report.”

“I got my implant replaced over the summer, and they did a screening. It's all good, but I—”

“We want you to be comfortable, Omega. A little latex isn't going to hurt my feelings.”

Roan places her hands over her face as her cheeks burst with a blush.

“What?” I lean over, my wet cock dragging across her tummy as I pull her hands free.

“It’s just really hitting me,” she murmurs. “This is real, and we're doing this.”

“You're packed up, Omega," Clay says with a hint of humour in his voice as he comes up behind me with a fist full of supplies.

She doesn't say anything, focusing instead on all the goodies our Alpha brought to bed. Condoms, lube, dilator, wet wipes, snacks, and a fresh glass of water, all the essentials carefully set within arm’s reach. He opens the condom, but rather than handing it over, he gets behind me.

A shiver runs down my spine as he cups my balls, and I can’t decide if it’s because I’m on fire or if it’s our audience.

Roan’s eyes are glued to my dick. She watches as Clay tortures me, squeezing with a firmer hand and pulling my sheath a little further back than necessary.

I moan, leaning into his grip and the pleasure that comes with it.

He grips the base of my shaft hard as he rolls the bright yellow condom down and over my knot.

“Now be good to our girl,” he instructs. “And I’ll be good to you.”

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“What?” Roan asks, a hint of concern in her voice.

“I promise, darlin', I promise,” I say, placing one of my hands by her head while I use my other to caress her side. “I will try not to come before you do.”

Her eyes go big for a moment. “Okay…”

Clay lays over my back, his furry belly moulding the curve of my spine as I flick my tail to the side and feel his cock rub against my hole.

He reaches around me, his hand taking hold of Roan’s hip and better lining us up.

My tip slides through her labia, nudging against her clit until she’s gripping my shoulder and moving on her own.

The smell of blueberries and pastries takes over me.

Gods, I’m so fucking hungry for them. Am I even going to survive this?

“What you’ve got to know about our Beta, sugar,” Clays voice is thick with passion as he reveal what a fucking goner I am. “He can talk a big game all he wants, but he’s an easy, needy boy who can’t hold back when he’s feeling good.”

Roan’s lips form a little O before she smiles like a million bright lights at me.

“It’s okay,” she says. “We can be easy together.”

A hoarse laugh comes out of me. Shit, I might be in love all over again.

Clay pulls back and I hear the lube cap pop.

I focus on my Omega beneath me. The hands on my shoulders dig into my fur when I tease her nipple.

I pluck at one softly, watching the soft bud harden in my touch.

She arches her back and the tip of my cock slips into her warm, wet pussy.

“Yes, more,” she whines.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need to breathe or I’m going to blow my load right now. Roan feels so good, even with just a small part of me inside her. I can feel her desire, her need, pulsing around the head of my dick. Clay grabs the base of my tail and I tense as pleasure shoots through me.

“You heard her, sunshine.” He growls playfully, a nip at my ass cheek to get me to buck my hips.

My shaft buries right to my knot in one slick stroke.

Roan shouts with pleasure, and I grit my teeth to keep from coming.

I pause, breathing sharply through my nose just in case the noise was too much for Clay.

He doesn’t hesitate, slipping the narrow tip of the toy into my ass.

We should have done more prep, but I’m not sure I would have been able to focus on anything else while we were out if I’d worn a plug.

Each of my breaths are laboured and harsh as my body shakes. As I pull out of Roan, I sink deeper onto the dilator for Clay.

“Fuck,” I whimper, thrusting forward again and again in a punishing chase for release.

I want to be knot-deep in Roan’s warm, wet pussy. I want to feel our Alpha’s hip bounce off my ass. I need to feel her clench around me when I stroke just the right spot. I need his cock teasing my prostate every time he thrusts into me.

More than anything, I want to feel overwhelmed by them both, completely surrounded and drowning in the scents while we’re locked together and sated.

Clay pulls the toy out of me like he can read my thoughts, or maybe he’s just as desperate to get to the next part of his master plan, but either way, I know I’m never going to forget this first.

Roan’s eyes shine when she meets my gaze.

Her cheeks are flushed a deep red all the way down to her tattoo-covered chest, the patchwork pieces of art jiggling every time I get a bit closer to fucking my knot into her.

She tugs me down for another kiss, licking into my mouth in hungry need for more of me. How did I get so lucky?

“So perfect, Omega,” I groan when I nearly slip my knot inside her. “What do you need? I want you to feel good.”

“Want your knot, Beta,” she says, words tinged with desperation.

“He’ll give it to you, sugar,” Clay rumbles behind me.

My brain is gone. Offline. Useless until further notice.

Roan called me Beta.

The tip of Clay’s dick is solid and wet, easing into my asshole like it’s my first time too. I whine, not because of the heavy stretch, but because I’m easy. I crave more from my Alpha and Omega. My singular focus is on them, on me.

“Alpha,” I whimper, my claws digging into the bedding, into Roan’s plush hips. I clench, letting all the buzzy, tingling feelings slip from my fingertips right into my balls and aching knot. “I’m close.”

“Me too.” Roan’s fingers release my fur.

She squeezes her hand down between us. Her body is slick with sweat, her hair clinging to her forehead.

Roan is the most beautiful Omega I have ever seen.

Fitting into our dynamic without trying.

In the back of my mind, I know tomorrow will bring more discussion and negotiation and all the other work that comes with pack.

But right now, it’s all just feeling good.

Her pussy tightens around my shaft as she touches her clit. My arms shake with the effort to hold back, to not orgasm right then.

“Relax, Beta,” Clay’s words soothing against my ear as he presses completely into me, pushing me deeper into Roan.

His hands wrap around mine. He tightens my grip on Roan, her lips parting at the sting of pain.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Fuck me.”

Clay takes over. Our Alpha fucks us, thrusting hard enough the bed shakes.

I don’t care. If we break the bed with how feral we are our first time, I’ll never be more proud.

My hindbrain, drowning in the smell of my mates, is giddy at the chance to show our Omega what aggressive and dominant Wolven we are. How good we are together.

My lips part, but no words come out, not even babbling nonsense. I’ve never been speechless before.

“Look what your sweet pussy does to him, Omega,” Clay grunts. His knot teases my hole, stretching and stretching with each hard thrust. “Fuck, look what it’s doing to me.”

There’s a single beat before he fucks his knot into me, forcing my knot into Roan.

Clay’s knot presses hard against my prostate as he cums and my body seizes, balls drawing in close and my knot swelling more than it ever has.

He grinds into me, pushing my knot deeper into our Omega until she comes.

Her pussy pulses around my knot, and my world goes white.

“Beta!” she cries.

Faintly, under the rushing of blood through my ears, I hear her. But my elbow collapses where it’s holding me up, and I lose myself.