Chapter Sixteen

No better sight existed, at least according to Sam. Tracy lay in the nest she’d made from the bedding they’d given her. It sparked possession in him, the desire to have her, to keep her. She’d already found comfort in his scent, the use of it like the first step of foreplay for her heat. He hadn’t serviced an omega through a heat before. His time with Nora had been short, and she hadn’t gone into heat during it. Even when casually dating, omegas rarely allowed alphas to service them, choosing instead to use drugs or allow a beta to watch over them.

It didn’t make him nervous, however. When he breathed her in, he knew what to do, as if he’d always known somewhere. An instinct he didn’t know he had controlled him, told him what to do. Nothing on him hurt besides the brutal aching of his heavy cock, beyond the demanding throb of his knot. His leg felt fine and his arm, while still in a cast, didn’t bother him. That was probably a reaction to her heat, a way for nature to assure an omega’s heat couldn’t be denied.

He crawled into the nest, the one she’d made large enough for all three.

Large enough for four. He tried to ignore the wayward thought, ignore the male who hid in his own room. Mason had added a blanket from Dylan to the pile despite Sam’s glower at its inclusion. Sam could have gotten over his past with Dylan, but the fool had made his position clear.

Dylan didn’t want Tracy, so he didn’t deserve to be there, even in that form. A look from Mason had shut Sam up, however. It was about Tracy, not about them, and whether he liked it or not, the omega had a thing for Dylan as well.

Sam’s hope that she’d get over it, or that Dylan would get his head out of his ass, had mostly gone away. If her scent when in heat didn’t make Dylan put aside his nonsense, nothing would. There existed few things as powerful or ingrained as biological need. If Dylan could resist that, he was far more stubborn than even Sam had given him credit for.

A stroke of Tracy’s fingers brought Sam back to the moment. She slid them over his chest, the touch lacking her usual hesitancy. In her eyes, lust swam, so thick and deep it hardly held a speck of her.

A deep desire drowned out the fear and shyness inside her. That was the thing, though, an omega’s heat was scary and powerful and cleansing. It didn’t care about the past, the future, about anything but satisfaction. It forced people to move forward, to dwell only in the things they wanted right then, only in the moment.

And Sam intended to do that. He grasped her hair and pulled her into a kiss. He let himself have her the way he wanted, knowing she wouldn’t be frightened off by it, that if anything, she’d demand more. There would be no censoring themselves, no caution or doubt, and she’d need nothing less than everything Mason and he had to give.

Tracy kissed him back with all the fervor he gave her, then more. She pressed closer, sliding her leg over his lap as she tried to crawl inside his skin. She sought entry with her demanding tongue against the seam of his lips until he parted them, until he gave her everything.

She rocked her hips, grinding against his already solid dick, her pussy damp and hot and leaving wetness on his length. She caught his bottom lip with her teeth as she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his thick cock in a solid hold.

“Wait,” he forced out. “You’re not—”

She rose to her knees, pressed the head of his dick against her dripping entrance and slid down his long shaft in one quick motion that silenced him beyond a surprised gasp.

Mason’s dark chuckle came from just beside them, with him having gotten into the nest unnoticed. “Oh, she’s ready.” He slid his hand between them, moving down her lush body to find her erect little clit.

Tracy rode Sam, her body lithe and beautiful. She didn’t hide, didn’t seem to care she was nude and on display. None of her worries could fit inside that space, filled as it was by the three of them and her heat. Her muscles shifted beneath her skin, her thighs tensing as she rose, her abs contracting as she rolled her hips in the most sensuous dance he’d ever seen. She used him for her own need, her thrusts and speed and focus on what felt best.

And he’d experienced nothing better. He let her take everything, sacrificed himself at the altar of her heat, content to watch as she fucked herself on his hard shaft.

Mason’s body was so close, sliding his fingers against Tracy’s clit even as she writhed, as she moved up and down over Sam. The drag of his fingers made her gasp and shudder, clutching Sam’s shoulders for balance.

The bite of her nails made him harden further, made his need grow. Now wasn’t the time for holding off, though. It wasn’t the time to show how long he could last. She needed him to come, her heat only lessening with his release, with his cum soaking into her needy body. There would be many more rounds before the lust-driven omega would be sated.

It meant the next time her hips came down, when the sway of her pert breasts and hard, pink nipples became too much, he let himself go. His knot swelled so fast it hurt, locking into place behind Tracy’s pelvic bone. Her body was tight around his, but Mason’s fingers never stopped. He ground them against her clit until she threw her head back and squeezed down around Sam’s knot like a vise.

His cum burnt as it left him, like every part of him had grown too hot, but Tracy’s reaction was instantaneous. Her forehead came to rest against Sam’s shoulder, her chest rising and falling in hard pants as she came, as his release filled her, trapped by his swollen knot.

He carded his fingers through her hair, the soft red strands as wild as ever in his grasp. He pressed a kiss to her temple as she leaned against his sweat-soaked body, a moment of quiet in the eye of the storm.

This was something he’d never thought he’d get.

Mason never let up on his tormenting touches to his omega’s hard little clit. He wasn’t a sadist, but he wouldn’t deny enjoying a bit of ‘too much’ when it came to his partners. That lost look when lines sprang up between their eyebrows and they didn’t think they could take more. Sure enough, Tracy whimpered, a slight squirm, but trapped as she was on Sam’s knot, she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Easy, kitten.” He pressed a kiss to her ear, then offered a quick love bite to the lobe. A little sting was good, and the hormones raging in her body finally distracted her enough that he wouldn’t frighten her off with it.

Even as they waited, even as the cum Sam had filled her with soaked into the needy walls of her pussy, even as she was stretched on Sam’s knot, her scent said she was far from done. The clenching of her cunt, when Sam would growl and she would whine, showed her body had already started to wind back up.

That was how this went, though. Omegas took more than a couple of rounds to sate them, before their bodies finally collapsed at the end, exhausted. It helped ensure the best chance at reproduction, since they went into heat only once a year or so.

Mason had seen more than a few omegas through their heats in the years when trying to fill that void, the years before he’d realized the bond between he and his fellow alphas was the missing part. He’d driven himself to exhaustion trying to sate the desperate omegas, giving all he had to satisfy them. In the end, he’d been tired, and they’d been happy enough, but it had lacked any connection. It had been bodies and nothing more. At least he hadn’t ended up impregnating any of them.

Taking Tracy together, caring for her as a group, that got to him on a deeper level, something no one-on-one relationship had ever come close to. It was the part that had been lacking before.

So when Sam’s knot finally went down enough for him to slip from her, when her unhappy whine said she was empty and didn’t like it, Mason wasted no time.

He put her on all fours and shoved her chest toward the floor, until her face was inches from Sam’s wet and hard shaft.

Mason lined up and plunged into her waiting cunt, rewarded by an instant tightening and a cry from her perfect soft lips. She squeezed around him as she came, and he swore it wouldn’t be the last time. He’d get her off until she was shaking and begging and pleading for a break. If she was going to milk them dry, he’d damn well do the same to her. He’d make it impossible to deny what they had.

She bracketed her hands on Sam’s hips to give her leverage, forcing herself backward to take him deeper, harder. Gone was the timid omega, replaced by the seductive vixen who would drive him as hard as he did her, who would demand to be fucked and filled.

Deeper and harder he could do. Mason leaned forward and grasped her hair in a punishing grip, then moved her lips to Sam’s length. “Go on, why don’t you entertain yourself.”

She didn’t have to be told twice, stretching her pink lips around Sam’s thick cock in a heartbeat, taking him deep into her waiting mouth.

Mason broke his thrusts off for a second as he watched. “You taste yourself, kitten? Because that’s quite a treat. You are mouthwatering.” His words came out rough, graveled, and he didn’t wait for any response before he resumed fucking her with hard and quick motions.

He took her like he needed to—like she needed him to. He filled her entirely with each thrust, then pulled back until he’d almost left her before plunging back deep inside her hot pussy. It forced her body to stretch more, teasing and tantalizing every inch of her snug cunt with his straining cock. Every hard thrust that knocked her forward was met with a shove backward from her, as if begging him for more, to keep going, to give her everything he had.

Mason let her suck Sam’s dick, that twisted part of him loving that Sam was likely too sensitive for it to be entirely pleasant. Still, Tracy needed all she could get, and the thought of her taking both alphas in some way, at the same time, nearly undid Mason. Besides, while swallowing the cum down wouldn’t be as good as leaving it deep inside her, it would still help take the edge off.

Her pussy clung to him, tightening in erratic waves around his cock. He didn’t stop or slow him, didn’t change his speed at all. He gave her everything he had, knowing she’d be sore later, but also knowing she’d happily bear that.

We’ll all be sore.

He grasped her hip in a crushing hold, the image of her pinned between Sam’s and his dicks too much, too perfect. He swore right then that no matter what, he’d take care of her.

Always.

He pictured her years later, belly swollen with a child—their child—that glare she tried to give when wanting to look tough, the one she couldn’t hold because of her sweetness. He thought about how it would feel to have this omega for good, to claim her fully, to have her be theirs.

It wasn’t her snug, soaked pussy or the sight of Sam’s dick filling her mouth that made him come. It was the future he finally saw.

The thought tossed him over the edge, his cock jerking before the base of it swelled, her pelvic bone locking him into place, her lips never fully relinquishing Sam’s cock.

The first spurt of cum sent her moaning around Sam’s length, the muffled sound so filthy and depraved Mason’s dick gave another shot of cum, his balls aching as he filled her with every drop he had.

He leaned forward, resting his weight against her, against Sam, exhausted and sated and happy in a way he’d never felt before.

And his promise echoed in his head.

No matter what, I won’t lose this.