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Chapter twenty-one

Clay

The moment Roan says that's all the time we have, I bolt. I take the stairs two at a time until I'm left standing in the empty quiet of the loft. There was something different about this, about watching people I've known for years study me.

If it weren't for the occasional comment or question, you'd have thought they'd never laid eyes on me before.

I've never felt so seen, yet unfamiliar in town.

Even when we first stopped over here, the folks treated us like family.

Maybe they could sense something neither Mitch or I could, but they've always accepted us like we belonged here.

This afternoon felt so different. I feel different. My paws shake as I grip the railing on the fire escape, sucking in the cool autumn air.

I didn't just feel like another townie this afternoon, but like a monster who deserves the spotlight for simply being themselves. I couldn't hide away in the bakery or put on an apron. My body was out for them to witness, and I survived.

Worse yet, I heard their appreciation for my body type, their desire as they stared at me between position changes. They wanted me, old and frowning and overweight, and I think I liked it. Why would I like that? I hate being stared at, and it wasn’t even my mates who were doing the looking.

Though when Mitch came down the stairs, it became nearly impossible to keep my dick sheathed. Roan had been busy, so her addictive scent was tamped down. Our Beta waltzed in and both of us just started blowing off pheromones like we hadn’t fucked in a week.

Whether the audience noticed or not, it wasn’t professional of me. It’s fucked up enough that this had me feeling all sorts of ways it shouldn’t. I can’t let Roan and Mitch see me all hot and bothered over this.

I push off the railing, kicking the door closed behind me. A shower would clear my thoughts.

The old faucet creaks to life, and I strip quickly, stepping under the water before it’s even warmed up.

The shiver down my spine to the tip of my tail doesn’t do a damn thing for my leaking dick.

My shaft throbs with heat and need. I just need a little release, to take off the edge and calm my thoughts.

I wrap my paw around it and start lazily stroking as my fur absorbs the water.

It’d feel better buried in my Omega, feeling her tight pussy mould to me.

We’ve been working on stretching her, playing with her dildo so her muscles are nice and flexible.

Every time she begs for my cock, for me to push her past the limits just so she can have my knot.

As sweet as those words are, I’ve always held back.

I don’t want to hurt her, but on a subconscious level, I’m worried if she sees all of me, it won’t live up to her expectations.

Today has proven me wrong to some degree.

She smelled so fucking divine all afternoon, the blush on her cheeks all the rosier when she looked at me.

“Well now,” Mitch announces, smug as all get out.

I turn my head quickly, heat flooding to my cheeks even as I keep fisting my dick.

My hindbrain is urging me to keep going, to get out of the shower and fuck my mates into the floorboards.

Roan’s eyes are glued to my movements, biting her bottom lip as she watches me jerk off.

It makes me feel proud, seeing her hunger for me is real.

It’s probably always been real and right in front of my face, but I’ve been fucking stupid.

Not anymore.

“Get in here,” I growl.

Their scents deepen, clinging to the steam of the shower. Mitch is quicker, rushing in with his socks still on. He’s ridiculous, but he’s ours. His hard dick rubs against mine as we kiss. It’s messy and desperate, his claws digging into me while he rubs against me.

Roan slides in next us in the tight cubicle.

She hesitates for a moment, like she’s not sure if she’s allowed to interrupt us.

I grunt, breaking one kiss just so I can pull our Omega into the huddle with another kiss.

Her soft skin is flushed red and her tattoos saturated from the water when I take hold of her.

As I lean sideways to kiss her, Mitch teases my nipple. Pleasure shoots through me.

She moans as our tongues tangle. Her hot body is pressed against mine without any reservation. When her finger slides over my belly, I freeze, but I don’t stop her. She caresses me, holds me like I held her that first night. She wants me as I am, not a version of me that is twenty years younger.

She moves lower until she wraps her hand around my hard shaft. Those little fingers can’t even touch, but it feels like she fucking swallowed me whole. My body jerks hard in her gentle grasp.

“Alpha,” Mitch rumbles. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Roan hums along in agreement, pulling back from our kiss to look at me. Her grin is bright enough to light up a stadium.

“Mm-hmm, and you were a natural model. Practically made to be rendered in every lighting,” she agrees.

“Y’all just wanna keep me buttered up, don’t ya?” I’ll agree I look alright, but I know they must be laying it on thick for me. Right?

“You looked so good up there, Clay, and you were good. Like you were basking in all those eyes on you.” My heart stalls in my chest at how obvious I was. Mitch continues, “That makes us happy, seeing you get out of your head, realising what a fine Wolven you are.”

“Let us show you, Clay, please,” she says, playing with my cock while her bottom lip pops out. Gods damn it all.

“How you gonna do that, Omega?” I grunt when her grip tightens. Mitch massages the base of my tail, and I think I might come as the pleasure pulses faster through my veins.

They make eye contact quickly before both of them drop to their knees in front of me. Mitch adjusts our Omega to make sure she’s at the perfect angle to suck my cock while he moves a bit lower.

“Beta, what do you love about your Alpha?” Roan asks.

Mitch hums and presses his snout into my balls before he answers. “Where do I start? His soft cheeks, how much I love to steal kisses when we're at work?”

“That's so sweet.” Her tone is sincere, even with her mouth so close to my dick.

“What did you expect me to say? That I love when his big, heavy balls slap against my dick when he's taking me from behind?”

“Yes,” I grunt.

“I mean, I like it when yours slap against my clit. And Clay’s are just—”

Roan cups my balls, hefting them in her hands instead of completing her sentence. That’s enough talking. If we don't stop messing around, I'm going to nut over something stupid rather than my mates sucking my dick. I take hold of each of them, pulling them back to look up at me.

“You want to show me how hot my body makes you, you're going to put those mouths to work. If you want a breather or you want to stop, tap my belly twice.”

Mitch's eyes roll back slightly, a fluttering of his eyelashes telling me just how fucking ready he is for this. Roan gets that determined look on her face like I've seen a dozen times now. My nails scrape against their scalps gently as I guide them to the tip of my cock.

“Worship your Alpha’s dick.”

Their lips slide down either side of my shaft, from tip to knot.

Mitch's teeth are teasing while Roan drags her tongue across my sensitive skin.

I watch them, unable to tear my eyes away.

The curve of my stomach may obstruct the view, but that's just a part of me.

I don't feel anything but pleasure rippling through my fur as I watch my pack.

Roan moves her head, swallowing my tip and sucking.

“Fuck, that's it, Omega,” I moan, and it echoes off the tile.

Mitch takes his chance. He licks down to my knot and sucks one side of it into his mouth. My hips buck, thrusting into the back of Roan's mouth. Her moan vibrates down my cock and lights a fire in my balls.

“Beta, lower.”

I can barely get the words out. This is going to end very quickly, but I want it to be big. I want my life to flash before my damn eyes and see my pack old, grey, and well-fucked.

Eager for it, Mitch moves to my sack. He licks between my balls before he sucks one into his mouth, alternating between the two like it's a luxurious treat he wants to savour.

I thrust as much as I dare into Roan's hot mouth.

One of her hands curls into the wet fur of my thigh while the other moves between her spread legs.

“Hands up, Omega. You do a good job taking your Alpha's cum, then you can get yours.”

Her hand flies up to my knot. One squeeze and I'm a goner. There's no warning as my body draws in tight and everything I've got shoots out of me through my dick. Stars sparkle behind my eyes as I watch my Omega swallow my release.

Mitch lets me go as my body relaxes, but Roan keeps suckling at the tip like more cum is going to squirt out of me if she massages my knot right. And maybe it will. It's still half-inflated.

But our Beta is the one to pull her off. He kisses Roan hungrily, tongue burying into her mouth to get a taste of me. They moan together, lost in a desperate haze that I could watch for eternity.

I turn off the shower just as Mitch tugs Roan into his lap.

“Does my cum taste good on her tongue?”

“Yes, Alpha,” Mitch groans as our Omega impales herself on his cock. “Fuck, I'll never get used to how good you feel, darlin’.”

“Shit, condom.” I start to leave as a rush of anxiety hits me, but Roan yanks on my tail.

“I want to be right here with you two, forever,” she says, urgently. “I trust you, I trust us. No barriers.”

“You have us, Omega,” I promise, and I mean it. I want her here with us forever and I know Mitch feels the same. We’re a pack.

Roan fucks herself hard and fast. Mitch's claws dig into her hips. Her tits bounce in his face, and I swear his eyes are gonna be crossed forever.

I stoke my half hard cock as they fuck on the shower floor. Their pleasure bounces off each tile like a song, coordinated and perfect. Everything smells like sex and blueberry pie.

Roan orgasms with a silent scream, her mouth open and practically begging for more cum. She looks up at me, and I set my cock on her tongue again. Mitch grinds her down onto his pelvis and he shakes with his release.

One tiny spurt comes out of me as a shiver rakes through me.

“Feed it to him,” I murmur.

Her mouth is still open, cum on her tongue as she presents it to our Beta. Mitch licks into her. He takes what she's offering and swallows. They sigh, relaxing into each other when their needs are satisfied for now.

“Clay, you're too tall,” Roan whines.

“I'm not kneeling on the tile, Omega.”

Both of them pout at me, like kids begging for an ice cream dinner.

I step out of the shower quickly and grab the stack of hand towels Mitch uses for his skincare routine.

He scoots them over enough for his back to rest against the wall.

I fold a couple towels and place them under each of Roan’s knees before I get a larger towel for me.

Folding it into a good kneeling pad, I lower myself down to their level.

Roan leans over and kisses me. Her lips are tinged with the taste of me still, and a possessive pride fills my chest. Mitch makes my heart want to burst when he kisses me next. My pack is all mine to take care of, to cherish, to love. And they want to do the same for me.

I couldn't be happier than I am right now.