by Grey, Aspen
I sucked air and struggled to speak. “You—you can say that again.”
Chapter Nine
Billy
I felt as though I’d just watched the world’s greatest Super Bowl halftime show. Seeing the transformation in Garrett, from the confusion that seemed to have plagued him only a few minutes ago, to the commanding, sure-of-himself alpha he’d just become, was something incredible to have seen. And then what he did to Tommy…
They both were panting on the floor of the shower in front of me while I stood there beneath the warm streams of water, simply staring down at the marvelous sight.
Their bodies heaved in unison as they both swallowed deep breaths of air as they tried to recover from what they’d just done. It was as though they’d just run a 400-meter sprint and crossed the finish line at the same time. I, on the other hand, was standing there with the world’s biggest hard-on, wondering how long it would be before Garrett got to his feet and turned his attention on me.
I switched off the water and bent down and began caressing Garrett’s strong back, feeling each strong breath. He was slumped over on Tommy’s back, who was curled up beneath him.
“That was so hot,” I whispered to them both. “Let me get you both a towel.”
Give him a minute, I thought. He’s going to need some time to recover.
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels from the rack that hung from the wall, but when I turned around, I found Garrett on his feet staring into my eyes.
“Oh, you think we’re done, do you?” he asked. Before I could react, his hands were around my waist and he was lifting me back into the shower with them. I glanced down and saw Billy still lying on the floor, moaning to himself like a crazy person.
Damn. That’s dick drunk if I’ve ever seen it!
“See that?” Garrett asked, pointing to Billy. “That’s what’s in store for you next.”
I looked at him, then glanced down at his cock and saw that it was still completely hard and obviously ready to get back into action.
“Wow,” I said, more to his cock than to him.
“Tell me about it,” he chuckled as he began to caress my body. The scent of pine, his powerful alpha smell, held me in place with the same force as his hands. I was completely under his spell.
My body quivered as he ran his fingertips over me, starting at the backs of my legs and then moving up to my ass. I thought he’d stop there, but I guess he was in the mood to tease me, and kept moving up my back, to my shoulders and neck, then around to my cheeks before pulling me to him and kissing me.
He slid his tongue into my mouth and we tasted each other. I could feel his desire in the way that he kissed me, the way that he held me close and pulled me in as though he wanted our very bodies to merge into one.
Could it be that I have actually found something real?
I felt his cock brush against my stomach. He broke our embrace and we both looked down as he wrapped his hand around both of our shafts and began stroking.
“You’re so much bigger than me,” I said with admiration. It was true. The veins in his cock stood out and the head was swollen and triumphant. I wondered briefly if it would even fit inside of me, but my desire for him swept that silly notion away immediately. “I want it inside of me.”
“You want my seed?” he asked me. “Want me to put a baby in you?”
“I’ve never wanted something so badly in my entire life.”
And that was true. Part of me had awakened. The forward-thinking part of me that wanted desperately to have a life beyond the one I had now, a life of love and purpose, not just a life of survival and thrills. And I knew that Garrett could give that to me—give it to us—Billy and me.
“Then let me give it to you,” Garrett told me.
I thought he was just going to bend me over, but instead, he slipped his arms beneath both of my legs and lifted me into the air and pressed me against the wall.
“Oh, shit!” I gasped. I could feel the tip of his cock against my hole and knew just how eager he was to be inside me.
Not as eager as I am!
My slick was pouring out of me, readying my body for him. I felt helpless as he held me there, my back against the wall. The tile was still cool, creating a sharp contrast between the warmth of his body and the streams of hot water cascading down on us both. I lapped at his mouth like a puppy, doing my best to provoke him into penetrating me and end the teasing.
“You want this dick?” he asked me.
“YES!” I cried out.
His lips twisted into a smile. “I know you do.”
And then he brought me down on his cock.
My mouth fell open as he entered me. My hole expanded to a point it had never reached before, and I instantly shuddered and squeezed my arms tightly around Garrett’s neck.
He was strong like a gladiator carved from marble that had come to life. I was in the hands of a warrior, a proud alpha who had already saved me once and was now saving the rest of my life by claiming me as his.
I slid down on his cock, farther and farther, until I was sure there would be no more left. But somehow there was. I kept going down until finally I felt him bottom out inside of me and our balls touched together.
“You’re going to kill me,” I whispered. Garrett laughed.
“No, I’m not. I’m going to breed you.”
Chapter Ten
Garrett
I’m an alpha!
My body was fierce. My desires were overwhelming. My lusts were overpowering. I felt as though I’d become a completely different person and in a way I had.
I’m a fucking ALPHA!
All those lies my fathers had told me. All those years of abuse that had driven my real spirit deep down inside me had convinced me I was something I wasn’t, but these glorious boys had helped me discover my true identity.
My cock was extra sensitive, having blown a monster load inside of Billy, who was now quivering on the floor, recovering from what I’d done to him. I felt proud as I looked down at him there, my dick pulsing inside of Tommy as I fucked all thought out of him. I’d found my calling in life—and it was them.
“You’re so deep,” Tommy groaned as I lifted him up and down on my dick that was harder than a bolt of iron. I was fucking him with long strokes that almost took me out of him before I pushed him back down and gave him every inch I had, making sure he felt all of me.
“You like it?” I asked him as I leaned in and kissed his neck gently, letting my teeth brush gently across his skin.
“It’s incredible!”
“I want you to feel all of it,” I told him as I hoisted him up again and brought him back down on my dick. His arms were wrapped around me tightly and his head lay against my shoulder. I could feel each of his breaths against my ear as I fucked him.
Billy stirred on the floor beneath us and I glanced down to see him roll over onto his back, his cock half hard and dripping with a small amount of cum left over from his orgasm. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at us, and when he saw what was happening, a broad smile came over his face.
“Wow, quite the view from here,” he remarked as he got up onto his knees and came closer. I was practically foaming at the mouth as I looked at him, sexy as all Hell, dripping with post-orgasmic bliss. But I couldn’t have expected what he was up to.
He wrapped both of his hands around my ankle and slowly worked his way up my leg, massaging me gently as he did. Then one of his hands found my balls and the other found Tommy’s. He pulled gently, tightening the skin of my cock and amplifying the pleasure already coursing through me.
I knotted instantly.
Tommy snarled, opened his mouth and closed his teeth around my neck. He didn’t bite down, though. It was more of just a way of holding onto me as I expanded inside of him.
“Mmmm,” Billy moaned. “Feel it, Tommy?”
“Y-y-y-yes!” he stammered as I, for the second time, worked my knot in a circular motion. It was almost indescrib
able how it felt. It was beyond simple penetration. It was more than that. It was a complete link between me and the omega, one that could not be broken until I flooded him with my cum. Simply knotting inside of him proved my intentions to be real. A shifter who was just in it for a quick fuck would never knot, as it brought with it consequences that would be impossible to take back. But that was precisely what I wanted and why I’d done it.
“Fuck—me—Garrett!” he stammered.
Billy’s hands massaged our balls. It was almost a three-way, but not quite. Billy seemed content to just watch and help out, and I was more than happy to let him. He was already filled with my cum and it was Tommy’s turn next.
“I’m going to fill you up,” I told him.
“Yes!”
“I’m going to pump my cum in your fucking ass!”
Wow, you’re dirty!
“Do it, Garrett,” Billy urged me.
“Yes!” Tommy gasped.
My knot was a hard ball of pleasure as I ground against him. Billy’s fingers worked their magic over my balls, coaxing me closer and closer to that point of no return that was on the horizon.
“I’m going to breed you, baby,” I growled, feeling more alive than I’d ever felt before.
“Do it!” Tommy yelped, wrapping his legs around me and grinding like we were on the dance floor. “Fill me up!”
“Fill him, Garrett,” Billy urged me. I didn’t need to be told anymore.
“I’m fucking coming!” I growled.
For the second time in minutes, my knot exploded inside of an omega, one of my fated mates, to be exact. His arms gripped me tight and his legs clamped together like he was afraid the force of my cum might shoot him off of me.
I growled and pressed him against the wall with all of my weight, causing him to gasp and blow out all of his breath. I felt something warm against my stomach and realized he was coming too and that his cock had just erupted all over me.
“That’s so hot,” Billy said. I heard him get to his feet and felt his hand against my shoulder as I was swept away by my orgasm.
You’ve bred them both now, I thought proudly as Tommy and I began to come down together. Now they’re yours.
Billy moved back as I lay down on the shower floor with Tommy still latched onto my knot. He collapsed on top of me as though he was sitting on me to ride me, but went limp and let his face press against my chest and his arms drape to the side. Absentmindedly, I stroked his hair with one hand and reached out to Billy with the other.
“Here,” I told him. He responded quickly by taking my hand and kissing the back of it. I smiled and closed my eyes, reveling in the smell of my fated mates and the bliss that swept through my mind as a result of the two most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced—as well as the major life’s revelation that I was in fact an alpha.
Chapter Eleven
Tommy
I fell into bed beside Billy and my new alpha, Garrett, who smelled of strong pine in a way that made me feel as though he had not been born from parents but had instead risen up from the very center of the Earth like some kind of powerful nature God whose job it was to impregnate me. It was an incredibly silly thought, but whatever.
All three of us were naked and still slightly damp from the shower and none of us said anything for a long time. I think we were all just too taken aback by what had just happened to get into a conversation. I took a moment to look around Garrett’s bedroom to get a better sense of who he was.
It was a bit sparse, with only a single bed at the center of the room, a nightstand with a lamp and a built-in closet on one wall.
Could definitely use an omega’s touch, I thought with a smile. Something for Billy and me to do.
On the nightstand were several cooking books, thick ones probably filled with recipes. They looked old, as though they’d been thrifted instead of bought. Was he studying to be a chef? It occurred to me I didn’t even know what he did. I didn’t know a thing about him, and that should have frightened me. Instead, it actually thrilled me. Here he was, my fated mate, obviously, and he was like this mysterious locked treasure chest that only Billy and I had the key to. This wasn’t the kind of man who just let anyone in and opened up his secrets. I don’t know how I knew but I did.
He reached an arm around me and pulled me onto my back to face him. I smiled as he kissed me and giggled a bit as I felt the warmth of his broad chest against mine. It was incredible just how at home I felt already. I yawned and stretched like a cat settling into its new bed—or a random box on the floor.
“So, Garrett,” I said. “What do you do? Are you in culinary school? I see the cooking books over here.”
“I’m a sous-chef actually,” Garrett replied. “At least, that’s what I do on the weekdays…”
“So that’s what you were doing out that night,” Billy chimed in. “That’s how you ran into us?”
“That’s right,” he replied. “I haven’t been paid in a month. Things have been a little tight.”
“So, what’s the dream?” I asked him. “Open your own restaurant? Cook at a Michelin starred establishment?”
“I’d like to do a food truck,” he answered. “You know—like the ones you see downtown sometimes?”
“Capitalize on all the drunk idiots who are hungry around midnight?”
“Exactly!” he laughed.
“What kind of food?” Billy asked.
“Well, the other guys at work tell me I should keep it simple. Ya know—American food? Burgers. Pizza. Fries and all that. But I’d really like to do a Mexican fusion kind of thing with barbeque tacos, burritos, bowls with lots of fresh ingredients, spring onions, cilantro, pico de gallo, guacamole…”
“Stop, stop!” I groaned. “You’re making me hungry!”
“Is that so?” Garrett smiled, sitting up in bed. “Well, how about I make you boys a late-night snack and you tell me about yourselves?”
“That sounds fantastic,” Billy said, answering for the both of us. Together, we got out of bed. I slid into my boxers and pants, as did Billy, and Garrett found a pair of sweats from the closet and threw them on. He looked like a fighter after a bout, his insane abs making him look like a guy who belonged on a poster.
“You work out?” I joked. Garrett shook his head.
“Of course not,” Billy replied.
“Come on,” Garrett said. “Do you like tacos?”
“Who doesn’t?” I smiled. “This is San Diego!”
We made our way back into the main room of the kitchen and Garrett waved at the couch. “You guys can have a seat if you want while I cook.”
“Um, no,” Billy said firmly. “You’re the chef tonight. Let us be your sous-chefs.”
“You really want to help?” he asked.
“Of course we do,” I told him.
“Okay then. There should be some burger in the fridge,” he told us. “Grab that, an onion, some spring onions, and a few chilies. Billy, there’s garlic over there. Do you know how to mash and dice it?”
“Sure do,” he replied, heading to one of the cabinets.
I opened the fridge and started pulling out ingredients while Garrett grabbed a cutting board and set it on the counter. Then, like one of those TV chefs, he started sharpening his knife with that super fast back and forth motion that I always wanted to be able to do.
Billy found a knife and I heard him starting to peel the garlic as I grabbed a package of ground beef, some chilies and spring onions from the vegetable crisper drawer and an onion from on top of the fridge.
“Here you are, sir,” I said as I set the ingredients down beside my alpha.
“Do you like your tacos spicy?” he asked.
“Not too spicy,” I replied.
“Okay, then. Here’s what I need you to do.”
I swelled up with pride as he spoke to me. We’d only just started, but I felt like we were really doing something together, and it was like I was seeing into our future and where our relationship would be
able to go.
“Take a chili like this,” he said, showing me. “And roll it gently on the cutting board. That releases all the little seeds so they don’t go into the meat, because that’s what really makes things hot.”
“The seeds, really?” Billy asked as he whacked another clove of garlic with the side of a knife.
“That’s right,” Garrett replied.
“Learn something new every day!”
I took two of the chilies and rolled them as Garret had shown me, then passed them to him and watched as he cut off the tops and quickly diced them with incredible speed.
“So you really are multi-talented,” I joked.
“There’s more to me than just a big dick!”
Chapter Twelve
Billy
I had crushed the garlic and was now doing my best to mince it as finely as possible, trying and failing to emulate the incredible speed and technique displayed by Garrett as he worked his knife over the chilies and onion.
“Can you put that pan on for me, Tommy?” Garrett asked.
“I gotcha.”
Tommy took a pan from the drainer and placed it on the stove and started the gas.
“And just a bit of olive oil from that cabinet there,” he pointed. “Not too much. The burger has enough fat in it that we don’t want to overdo it.”
“I’ll pretend I understand what you’re talking about,” Tommy smiled as he turned on the gas and a blue flame lit beneath the pan.
“Well, you cook with fat,” Garrett explained. “And when we cook the burger, the fat’s going to come out of it, so if we have added too much fat with the olive oil, we’ll end up basically boiling the meat instead of frying it and getting a nice brown color and caramelization.”
“Ah…”
“Speaking of which,” he continued. “Billy, can you grab the brown sugar from that cabinet above you?”