by D. J. Heart
Hopefully Chris would pick up, even if it was just so that he could give his best friend permission to fuck his omega.
Mason closed his eyes and forced himself to wait.
***
Mason wasn’t looking good. His skin was clammy, his eyes were unfocused and fully dilated, and he was holding himself like his whole body hurt.
The phone rang, and then to Mick’s tremendous relief, Chris picked up.
“Hello?” Chris sounded like he was in mission mode, his voice hard and detached, and Mick could hear the sound of muffled screaming in the background.
“Hey, we have a situation. Mason has gone into heat. He’s been trying to ride it out, but it isn’t working.”
“I’m a nine-hour drive away,” Chris said, his voice flat. “Can he make it long enough if we each start driving and meet in the middle?”
Mick looked at Mason, who was standing stock still in the door. “Mason, can you handle another four hours?”
Mason shook his head, clenching his jaw like staying still was taking all his effort.
“He says no.”
“Well we have to fucking try!” Chris burst out, his voice frantic.
“He’s been asking me to knot him.” Mick blurted the words out, wishing he could take them back the minute they were out of his mouth.
“What?” Chris didn’t sound angry, just confused.
“Can I talk to him?” Mason asked, holding out his hand. Mick nodded.
“Hold on, Chris. Mason wants to talk.” Mick gave the phone to Mason.
“Chris, it’s not a bonding heat. I just need an alpha’s knot. It doesn’t have to be you.”
Mick winced. He knew Mason was trying to convince Chris to let Mick fuck him, but this was not the way to do it. Telling his alpha that he wasn’t necessary and that another man might as well take his place?
Not the way to get his way.
“Thank you!” Mason breathed into the phone, and Mick wrinkled his brow. Chris couldn’t have said yes, could he? Mason handed the phone back to him.
“Do you mind?” Chris asked. He didn’t sound angry at all. Mick was confused. The bond between an alpha and his omega trumped anything. Intruding on that relationship was unheard of.
“You’re okay with it?”
“If it’s what he needs.”
Mick digested that. He should have known that Chris wouldn’t be selfish and let his instincts get in the way of his omega’s health.
“I’ll…” Mick swallowed. “I’ll call you if it works, okay?”
“Thanks. Take care of him for me.”
***
Chapter 21
Chris hung up the phone and opened the trunk of his car. He punched Conroy in the back of the head, knocking him out long enough to inject him with another dose of tranquilizer, and slammed the trunk shut.
He’d grabbed Vincent when he was on his way to work, posing as a cop and knocking him out with a Taser the second he rolled down his window. Dressed as he was in his borrowed uniform, he’d simply lifted the unconscious man out of his car in full view of the morning traffic, put him in the back seat of his car, and driven away with his siren blaring.
No one had tried to stop him.
He’d taken Vincent to a quiet side road, trussed him up, and put him in his trunk next to Eric. He’d misjudged the amount of tranquilizer, though, because after changing his clothes and the license plate on his car and driving for about an hour, Vincent had woken up and started making a racket.
But now he was unconscious again, and Chris could get him back to the cabin. He’d planned on using back roads, driving carefully and taking full advantage of his fake state trooper badge if needed, but now he wondered if he should put the sirens back on and hurry.
But that would be risky, and if Mason really would be fine with Mick’s knot, unnecessary.
Chris shuddered. Just the thought of Mick fucking into his omega… it made him so hard he could barely stand it.
He wondered what Mick thought. Chris had given in way too easily—that was obvious from Mick’s confusion—but the truth was that he didn’t mind sharing Mason with his best friend at all.
Wanted to, even. The only thing better than Mick fucking Mason, was Chris and Mick fucking Mason together.
Driving along, one hand cupping the bulge of his jeans, he imagined it. Mason trussed up in soft nylon ropes—his legs folded up at the knees and his arms fastened to the top of his thighs—on his back as Chris and Mick fucked him from either end, making out as their omega warmed their knots.
Chris had never quite managed to picture how it would work between him and Mick in the bedroom. Neither one was submissive in the least, but this…? This impossible fantasy?
He wanted it so bad he could taste it.
Taking his hand away from his dick, Chris forced himself to stop daydreaming about tag-teaming his omega with Mick. Even if Mick took care of Mason now, that didn’t mean he’d be open to any kind of threesome in the future.
Besides, Chris had decided to respect Mason’s boundaries. He couldn’t imagine that the omega would appreciate Chris sharing him with his friend like some common whore.
No. It was best to put all thoughts of Mick and him out of his mind and focus on building a relationship with Mason.
Resigned and determined, Chris ignored his erection and drove on.
Hopefully he would make it home by midnight.
***
Chapter 22
Mason listened to Mick’s side of the conversation, letting out a relieved breath when he agreed to go through with fucking him.
“So… you’re really okay with this?” Mick asked, his voice edging into the low rumble of an alpha about to get his knot wet. It sounded predatory and smooth, and not at all like he was giving Mason an out.
Mason shuddered, nodding twice and clenching his jaw. He wanted to run toward the alpha, but this was Mick’s show. Mason was an omega, and Mick was going to take him. Fuck him. Use him hard.
He couldn’t wait.
Mick stood still, and then he peeled off his shirt and let it fall to the floor. Mason watched his broad chest, dusted with light blond fuzz, and had to wipe his mouth when a trail of drool ran down his chin.
Mick grinned, all of a sudden looking cocky, and unbuttoned his pants. His cock sprang free, and Mason felt like he’d been punched in the gut. The shaft was long and thick, with a flared mushroom-shaped head and a fat knot resting at its base.
Mason wanted to feel it inside of him.
“Come here,” Mick ordered, his voice dripping with authority. Spreading his legs, his boots planted wide apart, Mick took his huge member in his hand and started stroking himself.
Mason scrambled forward.
“On your knees,” Mick ordered, and Mason went down with a pang. The impact jarred his knees, but he could hardly feel it over the sheer need coursing through his veins.
“Tilt your head back and stick out your tongue.” Mick sounded like he had all the time in the world, and his easy confidence made Mason’s hole feel wet and slick.
Craning his neck, he opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out over his lower lip. Mick loomed over him, his huge cock filling Mason’s vision. He crouched down and slapped his dick down on Mason’s cheek, the smacking sound like thunder in Mason’s ears. He put his hand flat over his shaft and ground it into Mason’s upturned face.
Heavy balls knocking against his chin, Mick’s knot pressing down on his lips, Mason felt like his brain was short-circuiting. The alpha cock was hot and heavy against his mouth, cheek and forehead, pre-cum dripping into Mason’s hair and making his face wet.
Mick crouched down and pushed Mason down under his balls and into the space between his legs. The scent of alpha was overwhelming, and Mason felt like he was in heaven.
Mick flexed his muscular thighs, and suddenly Mason was trapped.
“Come on, Mason. Show alpha you can use your tongue,” Mick rumbled. His voice was breathy and deep, an
d it sent shudders down Mason’s spine. He pushed his tongue out further, swiping it over Mick’s taint, letting the musky flavor of sweat and alpha fill his senses.
Mason’s heat was pushed into overdrive. He swiped his tongue as best he could as Mick pushed his head back, moving him from his taint to his hole. Mason lapped at the tight ring of muscle, Mick’s thighs squeezing his head so hard it hurt, feeling like an animal in heat.
Panting, holding Mason by the hair and pushing him up into his ass, Mick didn’t sound like he was thinking rationally either. When Mason managed to push his tongue inside Mick’s hole, the alpha let out a pleased grunt and his thighs went lax.
With a grunt, Mick stepped back and picked Mason up under his arms. He manhandled him over to the couch and dropped him to the floor. Mason leaned back against Mick’s hard body, but the alpha pushed him forward and bent over the back of the couch, delivering a smack to his ass that had Mason howling.
“You’re taking my knot,” Mick growled, ripping off Mason’s pants and making him forget all about the sting on his ass. It was aggressive and perfect, and Mason’s hole twitched in preparation of taking the alpha’s beautiful cock.
“Please, alpha. I need it,” he moaned.
Mick wasted no time. He lined his cock up with Mason’s hungry hole, big mitts gripping Mason by the waist and holding him still, and drove inside with a grunt.
Mason cried out, the intrusion driving the breath from his lungs and making him feel owned.
“You’re going to take it,” Mick growled, pulling out and slamming back in. Mason moaned.
“Tell me how it feels,” Mick ordered, reaching around and placing his hand on Mason’s throat. He breathed into Mason’s ear, pounding into him, his grip over Mason’s Adam’s apple just shy of choking him.
“It’s good,” Mason whimpered. “So good. So big.”
Mick let out a rumble of approval and lifted his shoulders so that he was standing straight, holding Mason by the hips and pulling him back on his cock in tandem with his hips.
Mason clutched at the smooth leather covering the cushions, hands trying to find purchase as Mick drilled into him. His cock was pressed between his belly and the back of the couch, and each time Mick fucked forward it rubbed against the buttery leather. Combined with the way Mick was driving his cock over his prostate, Mason soon went careening off the edge. His whole body tensed up, his hole gripping Mick’s cock, and he shot his load in a series of spurts that felt like they were being yanked out of his balls.
It was the most painful orgasm he’d ever had, and yet he didn’t want it to end.
Clenching down on Mick’s cock, Mason couldn’t wait to feel the alpha’s big knot filling him up. He wanted to be pumped full of come, and then he wanted Mick to make him hold it.
His heat demanded it.
“Fuck!” Mick growled, his grip on Mason’s hips bruising, his thrusts speeding up until the sound of flesh on flesh sounded more like a spanking than the brutal fuck in progress.
“Come on,” Mason whined, clenching down and gritting his teeth. After about twenty seconds of pounding that was sure to leave his hole sore for a week, Mason finally got what he wanted.
Mick came with a roar, shoving his knot into Mason’s hole and lifting him up to his chest and hugging him tight. Mason felt the knot filling him up, Mick’s cock pumping him full of come and quenching his heat.
Breathing hard, Mason felt exhausted and wrung out. He leaned back against Mick’s hairy chest, closing his eyes and thanking everything holy that the alpha’s knot had done the trick.
He didn’t know what he would have done if Mick’s knot had failed to give him relief.
“Did it work?” Mick asked, lifting him around to the couch and sitting down. He arranged Mason’s legs so that they were spread out on either side of his jean-clad thighs, reaching up and pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. Mason leaned back against his chest like it was the world’s most comfortable chair, the knot in his ass throbbing each time another load of come was deposited into his gut.
For some reason it struck him as funny that Mick was still wearing his pants and boots while he was naked.
Funny and kind of hot.
“Think so,” he said. Trying to talk revealed that he was more out of breath than he’d thought.
“Good.” Mick breathed out, not moving. He had his hand on Mason’s abs, and for some reason that single touch felt more intimate than the knot in his ass. Mason shifted, feeling suddenly vulnerable.
After a few minutes had passed, Mick picked up the phone.
“I’m just going to send a quick text to Chris telling him that it worked,” Mick explained. A few seconds later, Chris replied.
“What did he say?” Mason asked. He felt weirdly guilty for being on another alpha’s knot, no matter how necessary it had been.
“He’s happy it worked,” Mick said, putting the phone down. Mason was glad, and he hoped that things wouldn’t be too awkward when Chris got back.
***
Mick’s relief that Mason’s heat was taken care of lasted all of five minutes, after which the fact that his knot was still inside his best friend’s omega started to eclipse anything else.
He tried to calm down. Five minutes was normal, wasn’t it? Any second now the ebb of come would stop and Mick’s knot would deflate and slip out of Mason’s hole.
Except it didn’t. Looking at his phone, Mick looked at the timestamp of the text message he’d sent to Chris, cringing when he saw that a full eleven minutes had passed since he sent it.
He was bonding.
The constant dribble of come into Mason’s ass felt amazing, as did the way Mason’s hole was working his cock. Mick wondered if Mason was aware of what was happening, but when he looked down, Mason’s eyes were closed and he was clearly asleep.
Great.
Was Mason some kind of super omega? One fuck and you were bonded? Mick lifted his hand to his face and rubbed his eyes, wondering what he was going to do.
He and Chris couldn’t share an omega. That wasn’t how it worked.
Mason shifted, and Mick knew the exact moment he realized what was going on. His body went from languid and relaxed to cardboard stiff in about a second. Mick hated to admit it, but the added clench on his knot felt amazing.
“What the fuck?” Mason whispered, shifting his hips like he was testing if that really was a knot stuck up inside of him.
“We’re bonding,” Mick said, stating the obvious.
“But we can’t be,” Mason exclaimed, shifting again and tugging painfully on Mick’s cock. “I already bonded with Chris!”
Mick didn’t know what to say to that. Mason probably knew more about what was happening than him anyway, since he was in medical school and all.
“Have you heard of this happening before?” Mick asked, the initial shock wearing off. He hated to admit it, but thinking over the implications of bonding with Mason, Mick wasn’t entirely sure he regretted it.
If there was anyone he’d want to be tied to like this, it was Chris.
“Sometimes established couples will bond with the same omega,” Mason said, adding, “but you and Chris aren’t a couple.”
Mick almost laughed. They might not have been having sex, but the relationship between him and Chris had been real.
“Are you okay?” Mick asked. He hoped Mason wasn’t too upset. From what he gathered, Mason hadn’t been interested in having one alpha, so God only knew how he felt about having two.
“I think so,” Mason said, sounding cautious. “It’s just a lot.”
Mick rubbed Mason’s stomach, trying to be comforting but just feeling awkward. He let his hand come to rest on Mason’s hip, deciding to just be quiet and let them both process things for a while.
He looked over at his phone, wondering how Chris was going to react when he found out what had happened.
***
Chapter 23
Chris was about an hour away when his phone rang.
He slowed down before he answered.
The road was dark, with only his headlights lighting the way, and he had to concentrate so that he didn’t veer off the narrow dirt road.
“I’m about an hour away,” he answered the call, looking forward to seeing both Mick and Mason again.