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Chapter twenty-three

Clay

Mitch sprints for the towel, throwing off his clothes while he does it. Roan strips right in front of me, her eyes never leaving my dick.

When Roan had found out this floor was zoned to be an apartment, she’d been shy about asking if Mitch and I would want to move in here. Nothing against our studio, but it’s small, especially now with the three of us.

It was her idea to make furnishing the apartment a surprise for Mitch, and I jumped at the opportunity. It’s not every day I get to plan and be spontaneous at once. Usually, surprises make me break out in hives, but being the surpriser is unexpectedly thrilling.

With the help of Rick and Ted, we made short work of getting the big pieces of furniture up here.

Ted grumbled a bit, but I promised him a free weekly pie for a year if he did me a solid.

I also may have mentioned to him that he did sort of owe my mate an apology for spreading shitty rumours about her.

Rick was an easy sell, because I paid him.

Money talks with that guy, and props to him for it.

He’s here to run a business, and I respect that.

Plus, it was worth it to see Mitch’s eyes go wide at all the space.

He can spread out when he likes to, or stay up late with Roan if I’m going to bed early.

“Let me, Omega,” he says, coming up behind Roan to unhook her bra.

I swallow my last bite of cake watching my Beta run the warm towel over her skin. The tattoos shine when they’re damp, and I love seeing her art displayed for us. Roan’s body is its own gallery of stretch marks, dimples, and tattoos.

Mitch tosses the rag over his shoulder when he’s done. Reaching for one of the cupcakes, he scarfs one down, moaning when he realises the flavour is blueberry and vanilla buttercream.

“It’s us,” he mumbles around a mouthful.

“Let me taste,” Roan demands, pulling his hand to her mouth to lick and suck the crumbs off his fingers.

These two will be the death of me, enjoying the view of them feeding each other my bakes.

I move the tray of cupcakes from the edge of the bed to the night stand, though.

As fun as it would be to ruin our sex blanket with icing and cum, I can’t trust any of us not to smear cake where it doesn’t belong in a fit of passion.

I stroke my cock slowly, watching Mitch smear icing across Roan’s neck before licking it clean off. She whimpers, her scent growing sweeter as our mate teases her. My knot throbs with desire. I’ve had this planned all week, and the satisfaction of it coming together this well makes me harder.

“You two are gonna spoil me,” Mitch groans against her throat.

“C’mere, Beta,” I say.

He awkwardly moves Roan with him as he falls into bed. Her giggles echo around the high ceilings, and I wonder if her moans will, too. There is plenty of time to learn, but right now I want to hear my Beta say thank you.

“What do you say to your Alpha?” I ask.

“It’s about fuckin’ time,” he growls a little as he climbs on top of me.

Not the answer I wanted, but when he kisses me, it takes my breath away. Mitch licks into my mouth, grinding his hips against my belly. My fingers dig into his ass to encourage him, working him faster against me as his pre-cum smears across my fur.

“Gods, you’re so fucking hot,” he moans into my mouth. “Do you know that, Alpha? Just looking at you makes me go a bit stupid. You smell so good—so good for us.”

“Show me, Beta,” I challenge him, nipping at his bottom lip. “Show our Omega what I do to you.”

His claws dig into my shoulders as he thrusts against me. The bed squeaks with his effort. He closes his eyes tight, but I know he’s gonna lose focus if we don’t rotate.

“Switch,” I pant.

Mitch nods, rolling off of me as we switch our position, lying sideways on the bed to stop the squeaking. He straddles my stomach again, his dick curving to match the roundness of my belly as he slowly drags it through my fur. Roan sits on the edge, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“Take these,” I say, passing her the packet of wipes I brought over with the groceries. “Don’t be afraid to squeeze his tail.”

She eagerly takes them, and I get the pleasure of watching it dawn on Mitch exactly what’s to happen.

“Damn, is it my fucking birthday?” he teases, rising up a little to present his ass to her.

“No,” I laugh. “So you better get to work before I knot our Omega.”

Our Beta’s knot leaves her a little sore the next day, and I’m terrified of what mine would do without the preparation.

We’ve been working on it when we have the energy, teasing our girl with her Demon dick over and over again while we train her muscles to stretch.

Her begging and pleading for my knot plays like a soundtrack in my head every time we practise.

Today, we’re going all the way.

Mitch shivers as Roan cleans him up to her liking. His claws dig into my chest in anticipation. I hear her deep breath and watch Mitch’s eyes roll back as she starts eating his ass. His sharp inhale blends with the warm vanilla scent coming from him like a mall bath shop.

“Such a pretty Beta,” I praise him. “Tell our Omega how you like it.”

Mitch is a little too lost already, working his hips to mark me with his pre-cum while our girl teases his asshole. Gods, I'm glad we all did those fucking worksheets. Ours remained pretty much the same, with Mitch including that he wanted to top a bit more and try his hand at taking control.

But learning everything that Roan wanted to try was like Christmas coming early.

“C’mon, sunshine,” I encourage when he remains wordless. Truly a feat that I'm gonna have to remember for another time.

“I— Oh, fuck,” he grunts. “Yes, just like that Omega. Grab my tail. I like slow licks at first, ones that get faster and faster.”

His voice rises in pitch as she does what he says.

Her hand lands on my thigh and squeezes as we rock the bed.

I'll never get tired of watching my mate, the needy sounds he makes as he chases his orgasm.

Mitch's shaft glistens with pre-cum, smearing it across my fur with every stroke.

I know he's close, so I dig my claws a little tighter into the meat of his thighs.

“Be a good boy now,” I whisper. “Come for your Alpha, mark him up real good. Let everyone know I belong to you, Beta.”

“My Alpha,” he pants, hips jerking erratically until they stutter to a stop. Cum shoots out of his dick and across my belly and chest. The red tip flexes with his release, and his knot deflates almost instantly when there's nothing clamped around it.

“Roan, please,” he whines. “I can't anymore.”

There's a loud, smacking kiss before she pops up, wrapping her arms around Mitch. She kisses his shoulder and back while he gasps for air.

“Did I do a good job?” she asks, a sly smile on her face that says she knows the answer.

“The best,” he grunts.

Mitch collapses on the bed next to me. He pants, one hand wildly flapping up toward my face as if he's just run up the side of Twilight Peak.

“You two now,” he says. “That's my dying wish.”

“That so?” I ask.

He nods.

“If he’s going to die, I think we ought to follow his wishes, Alpha,” Roan says.

Her voice is teasing, but my dick fucking jumps to attention. She doesn’t use Mitch’s designation often, usually in the heat of the moment or when she’s feeling especially bratty.

But me?

I’ve only ever been Clay to her. I haven’t pushed her on it, because I understand humans have co-opted the Wolven’s natural hierarchy to be something disgusting.

Hearing her say it now is like a dream come true.

It sounds so natural coming from her; the way her accent catches on the vowels is so different than anything I’ve heard before.

I grab her by the waist and yank her body up mine.

I don’t care that it’s smearing more of Mitch’s cum into my fur.

I need her lips on mine. I need to feel her tongue and I need to smell all that sweetness at the source.

Roan makes a noise of surprise, but falls right into me when my hand curls around her neck.

“Mouth,” she panics.

“Don't care,” I growl, unable to keep the feral edge from my voice before my mouth slams against hers.

She’s mine. My Omega.

I lick into her and taste everything she has to offer. Mitch and I have been together a long time, and her tasting like him just makes my knot swell. She moans into our kiss when it seems to click that I don’t give a fuck about anything but having her right now.

“You ready, sugar? Going to be a good Omega who takes her Alpha all the way?”

“Yes, please,” she answers quickly. “How do you want me?”

“So eager,” Mitch hums. “Love that about you.”

“Are you comfortable with me behind?” I ask.

Her eyes light up at the suggestion. I know it’s not the most romantic position, but my knot is heavy from all the stretching we’ve been doing without a full release. We’re going to be stuck together for a while afterward, and I want to make sure she’s comfortable.

Roan crawls into position, dropping to her elbows to present her ass to me. It’s perfect. My hindbrain is like a broken record telling me two things and two things only.

Fuck and love.

That’s all it is with them. I’ve loved Mitch since we were kids, but my love for Roan is so new.

It’s fresh and different. It’s like topping a cobbler with whipped cream to cut through all that sweetness.

I want to eat her up until the whole tray is empty.

Just a scoop of the love I have for Mitch and Roan just wouldn’t cut it.

My cock slides through her cunt, which is slick with arousal. I smooth my hands over her hips, spreading her ass as I line up with her pussy.

“Deep breath, Omega,” I say. “You’re going to take everything I give you.”

“So pretty like this, Roan,” Mitch encourages her. “You were made for us.”

I push the slim tip of my cock into her slowly.

Her body gives easily, but I hold there, even if it means it feels like my knot is going to explode.

My balls ache with the same urge. I want to plow into my Omega, bury myself so deep inside her that she’ll be leaking my cum until I can fuck her all over again.

“More, Alpha,” she moans, moving to her hands to try and push back into me.

“Who’s in charge, sugar?” I grit my teeth.

“You are,” she pouts, but I can hear the smile in her voice. “But a girl’s got needs. I’ve been so good with our practising.”

“Beta,” I signal, mouthing the word tease.

I pull out of Roan completely. She whimpers, but I’m more than capable of waiting if it means asserting my position in our pack.

I am the Alpha. My role is to be in charge.

Mitch reaches over to the tray of cupcakes and swipes a finger through the icing.

His face disappears beneath her torso, and her little gasp is enough to tell me he’s sucking on her nipples.

Her empty pussy clenches as I tap my dick against her.

“Oh, fuck,” she groans.

I slide my tip a bit deeper into her and pull out again.

It’s sweet music listening to her moan and whine while we pleasure her without giving her what she’s desperate for.

Her pussy squeezes me hard every time I dip into her, trying to keep me inside her.

But I don’t stop until she's shaking, her juices dripping down onto the blanket. Her cunt easily swallows my shaft, her body relaxed and willing. She’s ready for me.

“Who’s in charge?” I ask again.

“You.”

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You, Alpha,” she whimpers. “You do, please, I need you.”

My hand slides up her back until I’m grasping her nape. “What’s your safe word, sugar?”

“Toast,” she confirms quickly.

“Good girl.”

I slam forward until my knot is partially buried in her tight pussy. Shit, does that feel good. Her body gives and stretches and holds my dick so fucking well. I pull out to the tip and fuck into her again.

She's slick, her muscles pulsing with need. I groan as I fall into a rhythm, getting lost in the clutch of her cunt. My body tingles as my balls draw in tighter with every wet slap against her clit. I'm running on the edge of oblivion every time our bodies come together.

“Please, please, please,” she cries out.

“Come on my dick, Omega.”

“I need more.”

My fingers curl against her skin, teasing and dangerous. Just a little, just enough. I look at Mitch, at the lazy smile on his face as he watches us. He strokes his cock, but I know he can't come again this soon.

“Beta,” I bark. “Give our Omega what she needs.”

“Yes, Alpha.” He grins.

I don't like that look. I know that look.

Mitch moves down to my thighs, kicking his fucking feet like a teenager. I know the moment his fingers touch Roan’s clit, because her pussy has a death grip on my dick. Mitch's other hand cups my balls, massaging and squeezing them like he's trying to fucking milk me.

“I'm gonna knot you, sugar. Hold on tight for me. Want you to make a fucking mess for us.” I grunt and groan like I've lost my damned mind.

Maybe I have. Maybe this level of delirium isn't safe. All I know is it drives me wild, watching my Omega shake as I fuck her hard, hearing her pussy slurp every time I fuck into it.

“Show me how it's done, Alpha,” Mitch moans. It's exaggerated, pornographic, but shit does it work.

I snap my hips forward hard. Roan shouts as my knot buries itself into her tight cunt.

Lightning shoots through my dick as I come.

Her body spasms uncontrollably, fluids splashing across my thigh as her orgasm takes her.

She collapses forward, and I have no choice but to go with her.

Mitch pulls his hands out just in time before we’re smooshed together and laying in our mess.

“So proud of you, Omega,” I murmur. “Such a pretty girl for us. You did so well.”

She hums, curling her finger around one of mine. I press kisses along her cheek and neck for a while, content to lie here in the quiet. Our Beta tries to slip out of bed, but she’s not having any of that. I've never seen her move so fast as when she grabs him by the arm.

“Stay,” she commands.

“Such a bossy Omega,” he chuckles.

“As she should be,” I agree, nuzzling into her neck to smell her syrupy goodness.

Mitch rolls us towards the headboard and out of the mess. Fuck, it’s a good thing I put that blanket down. The wet patch is massive. He folds up the edge to cover it and lays down facing Roan. She grabs his hand and presses it to her cheek.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, her eyes closed.

“For what?”

“For loving me.” She sighs, sleep slowly taking over her.

I look at Mitch over her shoulder. His eyes sparkle with tears as he brushes his thumb over her rosy cheek.

“Do you?” I ask quietly.

“Course I do,” he whispers. “Don’t you?”

“Is the sky blue?”

He hums, closing his eyes too as a smile curls on his lips. “We’re a pack.”

“Yeah, we are.”