by D. J. Heart
“Great,” Mick said, his voice sounding a little funny. Chris was immediately on edge.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and his first thought was that something had happened to Mason. It was a horrible feeling, and there was a part of him that resented the fact that he’d gotten so attached to the omega.
“There’s something between us, right?” Mick asked, out of the blue. Chris was so shocked by the question he almost swerved off the road and into the trees.
He righted the car and slowed way down.
Mick had rejected him. He remembered that clearly, no matter how drunk he had been. The hurt he felt as Mick pushed him away still felt fresh.
“Why do you say that?” he asked, the words coming out like an accusation.
“You and me. We were more than friends, weren’t we? Even if we never did anything. I mean… I know it made you uncomfortable, but you can’t deny it.”
“I think you denied it pretty firmly,” Chris said. He didn’t know why Mick was talking about this now. It wasn’t fair.
“You were drunk. Did you really think I was going to let our first time be while you were drunk off your ass and feeling reckless?”
Chris hadn’t thought of it like that. He’d been rejected, and that had been it. Thinking about it from Mick’s point of view it seemed pretty obvious how he could have seen things differently.
“Is that why you went it alone to get revenge on your brother?” Mick asked, making Chris confront his motives for not involving his team—his friends—in a way he had successfully avoided for the past eighteen months. “We all thought command had you on some classified mission. If we’d known what was going on with you we would have helped.”
Chris sighed. He was glad they were having this conversation over the phone. He didn’t know if he could have handled it face to face.
“It wasn’t the only reason, and I didn’t think it would take me so long to figure out who the actual owners were. I guess I just… I don’t know.”
Chris wished that he’d just talked to Mick earlier. It just seemed so stupid now. Mick didn’t say anything for a while, and Chris wondered what he was thinking.
“Mick?” he prompted when the silence dragged on for almost thirty seconds.
“When I knotted Mason…” Mick paused, his voice apprehensive. Chris wondered what was going on. “We bonded.”
Chris took his foot off the gas and let the car slow to a crawl. He couldn’t have heard that right.
“What?”
“I bonded with Mason,” Mick repeated. “It happens sometimes when alphas who are in a relationship fuck the same omega.”
Mick’s voice was tight, like he was bracing for a fight or rejection. Chris didn’t know what he was feeling, but it wasn’t bad.
“What does that mean?” Chris licked his lips, his mouth feeling dry. Sharing Mason he could handle, fighting Mick for him, on the other hand, would kill him.
“He’s ours and we share him, I hope,” Mick said.
Chris took a deep breath, releasing it slowly.
“And you’re okay with that?”
“I thought I’d lost you, so yes.”
Chris smiled. “I’m really, really glad,” he said. His heart was beating fast and his palms were sweaty, but he felt amazing.
“Is Mason okay?” he asked, suddenly wondering how their—and wasn’t that a great thought—omega was handling this.
“He’ll be okay. Did you know he’s going to be a doctor?” Mick sounded impressed and proud. “Starting his third year in medical school in the fall.”
“So we’ll be the muscle and he can be the brains. That sounds about right,” Chris laughed. He was grinning so wide his cheeks hurt.
“You’re happy about this?” Mick sounded vulnerable.
“Yeah,” Chris’s voice was soft. “I’m… this is more than I could have hoped for.”
He almost couldn’t believe it.
***
Chris parked the car next to Mick’s in front of the house, getting out and walking up toward the front door.
Brandon had a funny sense of humor calling this a cabin.
The door opened, and Mick came out to greet him. They hugged, neither of them saying anything, and Chris buried his face in Mick’s neck. He took a deep breath, the scent of Mick’s body filling his nose, along with the sticky perfume of sex and omega.
Chris hardened in his pants, and this time when he rubbed his crotch against Mick’s, his friend didn’t pull away.
“You got your guys?” Mick asked after a minute. They pulled apart, both of them flushed and breathing hard.
“In the trunk. Is Mason up?”
Mick shook his head. “Heat wore him out. He’s been asleep since nine.” His voice was fond.
Chris licked his lips. “Good. Let’s get my guys squared away in the basement. It’s probably best if we don’t get Mason involved with them.”
Interrogations could get ugly, and even alphas could get squeamish watching the results of Chris’s work.
“Sounds good.”
Clapping Mick on the back, bumping against him as they walked back to the trunk, Chris reached into the compartment and grabbed Eric around his waist and hoisted him over his shoulder. Mick did the same with Vincent, and together they carried the two alphas down to the basement.
The space was perfect, and Chris had to admit that Brendan knew what he was about. They stashed the two alphas in separate rooms, tying them up and setting them up on an I.V. drip to get them rehydrated and to get their blood sugar up.
Once he was sure both Eric and Vince were securely tied down and locked away, Chris headed back upstairs with Mick. They locked the door to the basement and made their way to the couch.
“I—” Chris started to talk, but Mick interrupted him by leaning in and licking across his lips. Chris shuddered, reaching up and grabbing Mick by the neck and kissing into his mouth like his life depended on it.
Leaning against each other, chest to chest, Chris and Mick made out like they were trying to make up for lost time. They let their hands roam greedily, touching and squeezing and grabbing like they couldn’t get enough.
It wasn’t long before they were horizontal, rolling off the couch and onto the floor, grinding against each on the carpet.
It felt so good, and Chris had never been happier.
“I’m going to come in my pants,” Mick warned. His voice was strained and happy.
“Do it,” Chris said, licking across Mick’s jaw and reaching down to palm his crotch. He could feel the bulge of Mick’s cock, hard and warm through his jeans, and as he squeezed down he felt it throb.
“Fuck!” Mick called out, his body going tense. Chris milked his cock through his jeans, his own balls pulling up tight and getting ready to shoot. He tried to hold back, wanting to savor the moment, but Mick was having none of it. He flipped Chris on his back and spun around so that he was facing Chris’s legs and thrust his bulge down into Chris’ face.
Chris pushed at Mick’s hips, the rough denim and metal buttons of the alphas fly digging into his nose. The domination was a little too much, but before he could say so, Mick ripped open Chris’s jeans and took his cock in his mouth.
Gasping, Chris lifted his hips and fucked into Mick’s mouth. Having Mick practically pinning him was worth the blowjob.
“You taste so fucking good,” Mick said between greedy slurps, jerking Chris off and squeezing his knot as he licked the head. “You have such a pretty cock.”
Chris couldn’t hold back any more. Mick was swirling his tongue over the slit of his cock, licking around his head and hollowing his cheeks like a pro. He had to come.
“I’m gonna… Mick, I’m gonna come,” he warned. Mick just sucked him harder. “Fuck!”
Chris shot his load, and when Mick just starting drinking it down—spurt after spurt of alpha cream—Chris was so turned on he was seeing stars.
It was amazing.
Rolling off him, Mick pushed to his
feet and licked his lips. He towered over Chris, looking down at him with a satisfied grin. The bulge in his pants was just as pronounced as it had been before, only the sizable wet spot letting Chris know that he’d shot his load.
“Good?” Mick asked, his voice cocky. Chris laughed, nodding his head and pushing up on his elbows.
“So fucking good,” he confirmed. Mick’s smirk got even cockier.
“Next time it’s your turn,” he said, reaching out his hand to help Chris to his feet. Chris took the giant mitt and pulled himself up, wrapping his fist in Mick’s hair and kissing him.
He could taste himself, his spent cock twitching at the salty flavor.
“It’s a deal,” Chris said. If Mick could suck a cock and feel good about it, then so could he.
After a few more minutes of lazy making out, they headed upstairs. Chris stopped in the door at the sight of Mason starfished out on the bed, the covers pulled down to reveal his shoulders and naked arms.
“Looks good, doesn’t he?” Mick said, coming up behind him. Chris nodded, licking his lips and swallowing. Mason looked like theirs.
“Ours,” he said, a host of meaning in the single word.
Chris and Mick moved past the bed and into to the bathroom. They brushed their teeth and got undressed, Mick wiping down his sticky cock before they both headed back into the bedroom.
Climbing into bed felt like heaven. Mason didn’t wake up as they rolled him to the middle of the mattress and pushed his arms and legs together, nor did he stir when they each pressed up against him and wrapped their arms around him.
“Good night,” Mick said. The room was dark, but Chris could see that he was smiling.
“Good night,” he replied. He shifted his leg so that his thigh was draped over Mason’s lower body, closing his eyes and making himself comfortable. He could feel Mick doing the same, and it made him feel all warm and tingly.
Falling asleep had never felt so good.
***
Chapter 24
Mason woke up because he was hot.
He opened his eyes, wondering why he felt like he was in a sauna, and let out a startled yelp. Chris’s face was just an inch away from his own, their noses almost touching, and the alpha was staring at him. Seeing that Mason was awake, Chris grinned.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice honeyed smooth and happy. He moved closer and kissed Mason gently on the lips, his arm curling around Mason’s waist and squeezing him like a teddy bear. When he pulled away, Mason felt dazed.
“Finally,” Mick chimed in from behind him. He rolled over and pressed the length of his body against Mason’s back, his cock coming to rest against Mason’s thighs, slipping his arm around Mason’s waist. “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up.”
Sandwiched between the two alphas, their cocks nestled against his legs, Mason felt overwhelmed.
“Sorry,” he said, lifting his hand and putting it on Chris’s waist. This was his alpha. The thought was strange.
“It’s okay,” Mick said, kissing the back of his neck and grinding his cock into the space between Mason’s legs. “You can make it up to us.”
Before Mason could ask what exactly that would entail, Mick pushed the covers down and moved so that he was kneeling in the middle of the bed, facing Chris and Mason. He grabbed Mason’s legs, flipping him over into his back and pulling him down.
Mason let out a cry of surprise at the manhandling.
“Take it easy,” Chris laughed, sitting up as Mick lifted Mason’s ankles and pushed them toward him. He grabbed Mason’s ankles, pulling them back so that his ass was exposed.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Mick said, his hands coming down to grab Mason’s cheeks. He kneaded them, pulling the fleshy mounds apart and exposing his hole. “I think I want a taste.”
He couldn’t mean… could he? Mason looked up at Chris, the alpha’s smiling face peering down at him, and waited with bated breath as Mick slid down to his belly between his legs. Mick pushed Mason’s legs apart with a firm grip on his inner thighs, leaning in to put his mouth on his hole.
It felt amazing.
“Delicious,” Mick purred, dragging his tongue over Mason’s hole. Lifting his head, Mason blushed when he saw Mick looking right back at him. The alpha looked satisfied, like this was right where he wanted to be.
“Yeah?” Chris asked. He got up on his knees and moved to straddle Mason’s head, still holding Mason’s legs back and out of the way so that Mick didn’t have to expend any effort while he ate him out.
Mason looked up at Chris’s ass just a few inches above him, his mouth watering for a taste. Shifting his grip on Mason’s ankles, Chris lowered himself down so that his balls dropped down on Mason’s face, and Mason eagerly lapped at the low hanging orbs.
“You like that?” Chris rumbled, dragging his balls up and down over Mason’s face.
“Yeah,” Mason moaned, his breath hitching when Mick suddenly added two fingers to his ass. The long digits pushed down on his prostate, and Mason shuddered.
“Slutty little hole,” Mick said, his voice low and rumbling.
“I think you’re right,” Chris said. He looked down at Mason, his grin wolfish. “Do you like having your ass played with, Mason?”
Mason nodded, distracted by Chris’s balls. They were just out of reach of his mouth.
“Sit on his face,” Mick suggested, adding a third finger to Mason’s hole. “He’s a great little ass-licker.”
“Sit on it?” Chris asks, his voice rough. He sounded like he liked that idea very much.
“You should have seen him last night,” Mick said. “He pushed his tongue into my hole like he was starving. Felt so good.”
“Fuck,” Chris said, carefully lowering himself down over Mason’s face. For the second time in twenty-four hours, Mason found himself with his face smothered by an alpha’s muscular ass.
It felt just as good the second time around.
Chris spent a few seconds just sitting on Mason’s face. He was a little tentative, most of his weight resting on his knees rather than Mason’s face, but Mason still felt a thrill of submission. Chris was using him, and that made him feel good.
Once he was a little more sure of himself, Chris pulled Mason’s legs back until his spine was vertical. He then shifted his grip to Mason’s upturned ass, spreading his cheeks and exposing his hole, using his arms to trap Mason’s legs and keep him from kicking.
It was perfect.
“Look at that hole.” Mick’s voice sounded awed. He pushed his index and middle fingers from each hand past Mason’s rim and pulled them apart, opening Mason up and making his ass gape.
The stretch burned, but the intensity of the feeling made it feel more good than bad. Looking up at Chris’s wide back, Mason couldn’t see what the two alphas were doing, but just feeling it was enough.
“Is he eating you out?” Mick asked, and Mason realized that he’d just been lying there with Chris’s ass in his face without doing anything about it. He started licking, but the angle wasn’t right, and he couldn’t reach Chris’s hole.
“No, let me just…” Chris shifted, lining his crack up with Mason’s nose and mouth, and slid forward until his rim was pushing down on Mason’s lips.
“Come on, eat me out,” Chris demanded, but Mason was already licking. As Mick continued fucking his fingers in and out of his ass, pulling them apart and opening Mason up like he was getting ready to fist him, Mason gave Chris’s hole the attention it deserved.
“Good, right?” Mick said as he worked Mason’s hole. Mason could hear the grin in his voice.
“So good,” Chris confirmed. He put more weight on Mason’s face, smothering him and cutting off his breath. He stayed there, sitting on Mason’s face like it was his own personal throne. He was heavy, and there was sweat in his crack, but Mason loved it.
He kept licking until he got light headed, and then he lifted his arm and clapped Chris on his hip. Getting the hint, Chris lifted his ass up and
let Mason breathe for a minute, the scent of alpha musk so thick it was almost choking, before lowering himself back down.
“He’s so fucking wet,” Mick said after a while, and Mason wondered how many fingers were in his ass now. It felt like a lot more than two.
“Yeah?” Chris said, leaning forward. “Let me feel.”
Mason gasped as another pair of fingers slipped inside him, right next to the ones Mick already had buried there.
“I think he’s ready to get fucked,” Chris said, pulling out and wiping his fingers on Mason’s ass.