by Nora Phoenix
Lidon’s lips curved up in a smile. “I do. And you’re damn smart, Grayson, not to mention the fact that you know more about this than anyone else, what with all your research. Tell me what my theory is.”
“Fated mates,” Grayson said through clenched teeth. “You think it’s because you and Vieno were fated mates.”
“They’re drawn to you,” Lidon said. “And you to them.”
There was no doubt as to who the “they” and “them” the alpha was referring to. “They’re twenty years younger than me, younger than my own kids. I’m way too old for them,” he resisted.
“You’re not denying it.”
“It’s impossible, alpha. I’m forty-three, with three grown kids. I can’t do this shit again. They need someone young and virile, Sven especially. That boy will have excessive heats for years to come. He needs a young alpha to fuck him through those.”
“A young alpha like your son?” Lidon said.
Grayson fought back the fresh wave of anger inside him. “Yes,” he said, forcing himself to stay calm. “Like Bray.”
Lidon clamped a hand on his shoulder. “You keep telling yourself that. It’s Sven’s choice, but I’m pretty sure what he’ll do. Will you help him?”
“He’s not going to choose me,” Grayson protested. “I respect your opinion, alpha, but he won’t.”
Lidon hmmed. “We’ll see about that.”
Grayson hesitated but then spoke up. He could not keep this from his alpha. “Also, I suspect Lars and Sven have mated. Lars can’t smell him, not like others do. It reminded me of Vieno and Palani.”
Lidon’s eyebrows went up again. “Huh. Interesting,” the alpha said. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see how that plays out with you in the picture.”
“I’m not in the picture,” Grayson insisted, sighing as Lidon chortled and slapped his back.
Just then, Palani stepped outside and walked straight toward them. “Alpha, a word please?”
Grayson turned his back to them, just like everyone else did to make sure they didn’t listen in. Only a short while later, Palani tapped him on his shoulder. “Step aside with me.”
Grayson followed him to the side, where Lidon was still standing. Was something wrong?
“Sven’s heat has started,” Palani said. “And as I expected, he’s requested you to help him.”
Grayson’s eyes shot to Lidon’s, but the alpha held up both his hands. “I had nothing to do with this. He asked for you himself.”
“Does he…does he know how old I am?” Grayson said, then winced as the stupidity of his own words registered.
“I’m pretty sure that he can guess you’re no spring chicken, what with your adult sons living here,” Palani said, amused.
“Will you do it?” Lidon asked.
Grayson swallowed. God, the idea of being with Sven, it made his cock grow hard all over again. He’d been hard as a fucking steel pipe in that gym, then again when he’d walked out of that kitchen. That boy’s hormones made him so damn horny. It had just subsided, only to be reawakened by that simple question.
“Why me?” he asked Palani. “Did he say anything?”
“No, but my guess is he is terrified after what happened with Bray, and he figured since you kept your calm, you had more self-control. He’s scared shitless, Grayson. He’s a kid, he has this gene, and it’s his first heat.”
“We’ll have to make it good for him,” Grayson said, then exhaled with force as it sunk in. “I’ll have to make it good for him.”
“You’ll do it?” Palani asked.
What choice did he have under these circumstances? He couldn’t refuse, not with what he knew about Sven. The kid had experienced encounters with alphas, first his adoptive father and now Bray. Grayson had to somehow try and make that right. “Yeah. I assume Lars will be there too?”
“That a problem?”
Grayson considered it. There was something about that beta he hadn’t figured out yet. Something that made him want to… No, he’d best not go there. This was a round of fucking, that was it.
“No, no problem. I got this.”
Palani nodded as a smile spread across his face. “Go inside, then. Sven’s waiting for you in the bedroom all the way at the end of the hall. I’ll keep all the alphas out of the main house for at least a day.”
Grayson steeled himself before he walked away. “It’s his first heat. We both know it’s gonna last a hell of a lot longer than twenty-four hours.”
Lars held a trembling Sven in his arms. Sven was heating up, his skin hot and clammy against Lars’s. If that wasn’t enough of an indication of what was going on, the soft moans he let out were a hint, as well as the way his pelvis kept seeking friction against Lars.
“It’s okay, love,” Lars whispered. “I’ve got you.”
“Lars,” Sven moaned, but it sounded more like a whine. “I need… I can’t wait. Please, Lars, do something.”
He didn’t know what to do. Palani had said he’d ask Grayson and come back if he refused. But what was Lars supposed to do in the meantime? He could fuck Sven, but would it work? Would it even help at this point?
It also might piss off Grayson. And as much as Lars didn’t give a shit when people got angry with him, this was different. He couldn’t afford to upset Grayson, not when Sven needed him. Though why he had to pick that alpha out of everyone available, Lars didn’t know. Sure, Bray was out of the question after what had happened in the kitchen—Sven had tried to explain, but Vieno had helped make an understandable tale out of Sven’s confusing mumblings. But dammit, there were other options. Isam was freaking hot, Adar was built like a damn tank, and the list continued.
But Sven chose Grayson. Out of everyone, he chose the one man who managed to get under Lars’s skin, who made him feel things he’d never felt before, who made him want to… No. He was so not going there.
Sven moved restlessly against him, seeking his lips, and Lars gave in, kissing him and drowning in Sven’s heated, frantic mouth. Sven’s hands found his shirt and pulled it out of his shorts, his warm hands touching Lars everywhere he could reach him.
They could undress, right? They’d need to be naked anyway, Lars reasoned. It was hard to get Sven to let him go for even a second, but when the burning omega understood Lars wanted to undress him, he whipped off his shirt and dropped his pants and underwear in seconds, then yanked Lars’s shorts down when he didn’t act fast enough for Sven’s liking.
“Please, Lars, fuck me. Please.”
Lars fought for control, his cock so hard it almost hurt. Every time he inhaled Sven’s scent, a wave of arousal rolled through him, making him want to bury himself inside Sven and never leave. If this was what Grayson had smelled before, in the gym, how the hell had he been able to walk away?
“He’ll be here, love,” he soothed, pulling Sven tight against his body.
“What if he refuses?”
“He won’t. No one would refuse you.”
Not Sven, but they might once they understood Lars was part of the package, he thought. That was his fear with Grayson as well. The man wanted Sven. Lars had no doubt. He’d seen him look at Sven in the gym, and there had been something there. Maybe it was the pheromones Sven was throwing off, though Lars hadn’t felt them as strongly as he did now, when his whole body ached with want.
Whatever it was, Grayson wanted Sven, but would it be enough to overcome the man’s frustration with Lars? What if he didn’t want him there? He couldn’t leave Sven with him. He wouldn’t. Someone had to make sure he was okay. He’d rather watch on the sidelines for two days as Sven got wrecked than run the risk of him getting hurt while Lars wasn’t there.
The door opened, and Lars’s head shot up, relief flooding him when he spotted Grayson. The man closed the door behind him, then rushed toward them. When he was two steps away, he staggered back as if something had hit him.
“Oh god,” he groaned, balling his fists. “Are you sure, Sven?” he asked between clenched teet
h.
Sven looked up, his eyes glazed over and his cheeks flushed. “Alpha,” he whispered, his voice filled with longing.
“Dammit, he’s too far gone,” Grayson said. “Lars, is this really what he wants? He can’t give consent anymore, so I need to trust you on your word. Does he want me to do this?”
Lars hesitated. It was, but was he sure he didn’t want to try it himself first? He could… No, they’d all stressed that Sven needed an alpha. He couldn’t risk his health, his life.
“Be quick, boy, because a few seconds more and I won’t be able to walk away,” Grayson snapped.
It was the casual use of the word boy that had Lars pay attention more than anything else, and his answer came fast. “Yes, sir. He chose you when he still could consent.”
“I won’t hurt him,” Grayson promised, and more than anything, that settled Lars’s worry.
“Thank you, sir.”
He bit his lip when he realized he’d tacked on the sir again. It had been instinctual, a response to the authority that came off the alpha in waves now, more than ever before. Well, it was a sign of respect toward older alphas, so Grayson probably wouldn’t think anything of it.
“Lars, I realize this is not easy for you, and I’m sorry for that. Please forgive me if I’m not generous toward you in the next few hours. His smell is intoxicating, and it’s gonna be a while before my alpha will allow you to take part, do you understand?”
Lars nodded as he let go of Sven. “Go to Grayson, love,” he told him, fighting back the emotion in his voice. “He’ll take care of you.”
Sven never even hesitated, just stumbled over to the alpha, who watched him with burning eyes. “Do you need me, little one?” Grayson asked.
Sven’s answer was a low, long moan, and he reached for Grayson’s belt. Lars swallowed back the bile in his throat as the man he loved undresssed another man. An alpha. They’d talked about adding a third man, but never had he dreamed it would be at his expense. Never had he imagined he’d be forced to watch rather than be part of it, that he’d feel like an outsider. And there was nothing he could say and nothing he could do, no one to get upset with or angry with. All he could do was suck it up.
Grayson was in prime shape, Lars noticed with a little swirl in his stomach. His short beard and wavy hair had streaks of silver through the dark hairs, but his body was toned and strong. You wouldn’t think when you looked at him he had a job where he sat all day, but then again, Lars knew the man worked out like clockwork, so there was that.
His cock was thick and long, a perfect alpha cock that would quench the emptiness Sven had described experiencing. He would be happy for him, Lars decided, his body tense. He would focus on the fact that this man, this alpha, had everything his love needed right now. And he would rise above himself and fucking be happy for him, dammit.
His eyes welled up as Grayson lifted Sven, the omega’s slender body clinging to the much bigger alpha. They were a contrast in every way, Sven’s small body restless against Grayson’s controlled one. Sven was light skinned, not quite blond but close, while Grayson’s skin was darker.
Grayson lowered Sven onto the bed. “You ready for me, pup? Look at you, all burning up. You’re so beautiful, you know that?”
Lars wasn’t sure if it was the little nickname the alpha used for Sven, the gentle way in which he positioned him, or the sweet words he uttered when he didn’t have to, but Lars surrendered to the inevitable.
Maybe Sven had made the right choice. Maybe Grayson was exactly what Sven needed right now.
5
Sven’s body was on fire. The cool sheets caressed his skin, even as he restlessly moved, seeking Grayson. Oh god, that cock, that beautiful, big cock.
He wanted it. He needed it. He craved it.
“Alpha,” he moaned again, startling himself with his voice. Was that him, this wanton ball of need? Yes, it was. He didn’t care about anything else right now but that cock. His hole twitched, all slick and ready.
Grayson positioned him onto his back, and Sven let himself be moved, pulling his legs up, lifting his hips when Grayson put a pillow underneath. When Grayson’s fingers sought his entrance, he pushed back, opening wide.
“Damn, you’re wet for me, pup,” Grayson said, his beautiful, deep voice rolling over Sven like a silken brush. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
The alpha lowered himself on top of Sven, and his skin prickled with the sensation of that big, strong body covering him. He’d always loved to be fucked like this, feeling kind of helpless and powerless but so damn good.
“I’ll go slow,” Grayson promised him.
“No. Need you,” Sven whispered. “Please, alpha.”
He didn’t recognize himself, the need falling from his lips, the moans and whimpers that escaped as Grayson pressed the fat head of his cock against him, then slid in. Sven gasped as he was breached. Grayson’s cock was so much bigger than Lars’s, and Sven’s breath forced out in little puffs as Grayson slowly pushed in. It hurt, and yet it was perfect, his whole body more alive with tingling nerve endings.
“You okay?” Grayson checked as he was halfway in, sweat beading on his forehead and his teeth clenched.
He did that to the alpha, Sven realized. He made this powerful man fight for control. What a turn-on it would be to see him lose that tight rein he had on himself, to experience him letting loose.
“More, alpha, please. I’m good, but I need more,” he begged.
“Oh god, pup, you have no idea what you do to me. You’re so damn tight and wet and warm around me. You’re such a good pup, Sven, so perfect for your alpha’s cock. Open up for me, now. That’s it. Let me fill you.”
Sven felt himself give in, his whole body tuning into the alpha claiming him. He wasn’t empty anymore. Instead, he felt as one with Grayson, stretched to the max by that big cock inside him. Slick noises filled the room as Grayson bottomed out, buried inside him. Sven’s breath caught in his lungs at the first careful thrust, but then he opened his hips, canted his pelvis forward, and clung to Grayson’s arms.
“Fuck me, alpha.”
Grayson growled soft and low as he drove in with slightly more force. Sven whimpered with delight, opening wide to the delicious onslaught. Grayson’s next push was harder, deeper, but it still wasn’t enough, so Sven encouraged him with a soft mewl. God, he wanted this, wanted more.
“Hang on,” Grayson said, and Sven couldn’t look away as the alpha rose up high above him, then slammed in with all his power. Air left Sven’s lungs with a swoosh, and a giddy smile curved his lips. Finally, Grayson was giving him what he needed.
The bed squeaked and shook as Grayson fucked him deep, conquering every inch of him, his big balls slapping against Sven. He didn’t even think of touching himself, knew he didn’t need it. A few more thrusts like that and he’d come like a volcano. He’d never felt like this, not this perfectly in sync with someone else.
Lars.
The thought of him filled his head, even as his body was clenching tight, about to release. It wasn’t fair to Lars, his brain told him, but then his body took over. He didn’t need Lars right now. He needed this. He needed Grayson. He needed alpha cock. And dammit, he would not feel guilty about it.
His balls emptied, and he came with a groan, spurting cum all over himself and Grayson.
“Look at you,” Grayson panted, then sped up. “I’m right behind you. Ungh!”
He gave one last shove so hard Sven had to hold on to him, and then he threw his head back, grunting as he came. “Oh, you feel good, pup, so good.”
Usually, Sven’s body calmed down after he’d come. He loved cuddling with Lars, or more accurately, he loved being petted and stroked. It calmed him. But now, his body didn’t relax at all. On the contrary, it only seemed to fire up even more nerves, making him tingle everywhere.
“One more, and then I’ll knot you,” Grayson said. “I need another round ‘cause you’re so damn sexy and beautiful, and you turn me on
so fucking much. You feel this?”
Grayson thrust again, causing a filthy wet sound to echo through the room. The alpha was still hard as a fucking steel pipe, Sven noted with amazement, and his own dick hadn’t gone soft even a little bit either.
“That’s my seed inside you. It’s what your body craves now, to be fucked again and again and again till your hole is dripping with cum. You’re gonna be all sweaty and dirty and sore when I’m done with you, and you’re gonna beg me for more, pup. God, I can’t wait to hear you beg. You’ll be so beautiful and sexy when you do. You’re gonna beg me, pup? Hmm?”
Sven blinked, his cheeks burning, and his ass moving against Grayson’s thrusts automatically. He licked his lips. “I’ll do anything,” he said, and something changed inside him as he spoke, like he broke free of shackles that had been holding him, somehow. “Anything, alpha. I’ll beg if I have to. I need you. Please.”
Grayson looked down at him, his brown eyes so dark they were almost black. “You’re gonna be the death of me, little pup. You have me, okay? I’ll take care of you.”
With amazing tenderness, he brought his lips to Sven’s. The kiss was sweet at first, the alpha’s tongue tracing Sven’s lips, causing him to gasp into his mouth. He brought out his own tongue, moaning as it encountered Grayson’s. He opened up, inviting him in, and Grayson took him up on the invitation, roaming his mouth, exploring every bit of him as he kept thrusting in with controlled, deep moves. Sven moaned at the way his stomach danced in response, his cock rock hard and leaking.
“You taste so sweet, my boy. So perfect. We’ll kiss more later, but I need to take you again, okay?”
Sven nodded, and Grayson pushed himself up on his lower arms, speeding up his tempo. For a minute or so, the only sounds audible were the slaps of balls against flesh, grunts and sighs and little whimpers as Sven chased his second orgasm, Grayson never giving him quite enough to get there.
“Alpha,” he whined, shifting to get a better angle, his nails digging into Grayson’s biceps.