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In one quick move, I’ve knocked his hand from me, spun and grabbed his hair in a rough hold, tilting his head so I can attack his mouth with mine. He meets me, battles me with nips and sucks and scrapes of his teeth and then he lets me win, because I need it. I need to be in control, and Topher knows that.
He chuckles when I rip his shirt off, literally. The fabric tears and falls to the floor. His fingers attack my flannel and buttons go flying. I grin against his mouth, loving that he’s as worked up as I am.
“I’m so fucking jealous,” he says, running his hands over my bare skin, sliding them around to grab my ass and grinds against me, my cock pressed between our bare bellies. “I’m so jealous you got to see her first.”
I pull back and scan his face, because he really sounds upset by that. “Technically,” I remind him. “You saw her first. All those years ago.” He found her wandering the woods when he was out on a jog. She’d just moved here, just lost her parents, and he hid her from us for a full week before Davis got curious about where he disappeared to all the time and followed him.
He squeezes me tighter and smirks. “I know.” He’s totally unrepentant about it. Always has been. He had an entire week of Vee all to himself and I was fucking jealous at the time. “Doesn’t change the fact that I want to see her now.”
My lip quirks into a smile. “Why? Jealous she pretended to not know me?”
He presses a kiss to my sternum. “Sassy girl. We’re going to have to punish her for that. She should respect her prime alpha.”
A growl rumbles out of me as he grazes his teeth over my nipple. At the back of my head is the thought that maybe I’m not her prime alpha, not anymore. It’s been seven long years, things have changed. Maybe she’s part of a pack already. But she didn’t have any bites on her neck, no claiming marks that I could see, and any alpha would be a fool if they didn’t bite her on that pretty neck of hers.
My thumb brushes over Topher’s claiming bite as I cup the back of his neck, and I feel the bond between us thrum with pleasure. I want a matching bite on Vee’s neck, right where everyone can see it and know she’s taken. Mine.
Topher gives me a soft smile and then pushes my pants and boxer briefs entirely off my hips. The fabric pools at my feet as he takes me in a rough grip again. “I thought you said you couldn’t do gentle tonight? You got me all hot thinking of you fucking me roughly and now you’re-”
He cuts off as I shove him back. He lands with an oof on the bed before pushing up to his elbows to cock a brow at me. But I’m already yanking his pants off. He kicks his feet to help me remove them. My mouth waters at the sights of his cock bouncing against his abs, a bead of pre-cum smearing across his brown skin.
I get a flash for a moment of Vee’s creamy white hands running over him, and my mouth literally waters at the contrast. The two people I love most in the world.
Fuck, I need that, need them to be together, need to watch them. Need to command them, tell them what to do, how to please each other.
With a groan, I swoop down and lick up the trail of pre-cum before sucking him into my mouth. Topher’s hips buck and his hands lace into my hair as he curses. “Fuck, Jacks. Yes, just like that.”
He whines when I pop off him, reaching over to the bedside table for a bottle of lube. I fist his cock while I work a finger into his ass. Topher writhes and whimpers under me at the invasion, but by his heavy breathing and the flush on his skin, I know he loves it.
I know I said I couldn’t be gentle, but I don’t want to hurt him either, so I take the time to stretch him. But once I’m buried balls deep in his ass, all bets are off.
“Jacks, please,” he gasps out. “Please fuck me. I need it.”
A pleased smirk curls my mouth before I flick my tongue over his nipple, then the tip of his cock.
“What do you need, babe? Hmm?”
Topher’s hands grab at me, trying to position my hips between his thighs, my length nestled between his ass cheeks. I swat his hip and growl. “Tell me.”
“Jesus, Jacks. I need you to fuck me. Please. Fuck me rough. Remind me I’m yours.”
That’s all I need to hear. With quick movements, I yank his knees up and wide, grip my cock at its base and guide it to his puckered hole. In one quick thrust, I’m buried deep and we both groan.
He’s so fucking tight and hot, gripping me like he never wants to let me go. “Move,” he urges, fingers digging into my hips, my back, my shoulders. “Move. Fucking move.”
“You aren’t in control here,” I snarl at him. But in the next moment, I give him what he’s demanded, pulling my hips back and slamming back into his tight grip. Topher howls in pleasure, in relief. I fuck him like a man possessed, rough, fast, so hard he slides up the mattress and has to brace his hands on the bed to keep from hitting his head on the headboard with every thrust of my hips.
The knot at the base of my cock swells, aching to be buried, squeezed, but I won’t do that to Topher, not tonight. Probably not until after I’ve knotted Vee. I love Topher. He’s a part of me. My alpha recognizes him as mine, but my alpha also wants to knot his omega, fill her with cum, breed her. And so, as much as I want to push into Topher’s ass and lock into him, I refrain. It’s not particularly pleasant for him, but it’s not unpleasant either. He’s game for it anytime I need it, knowing sometimes there’s nothing like a knot buried in a hot channel for an alpha.
“You gonna come for me?” I rasp, wrapping my fingers around his cock and stroking roughly. He cries out at the contact as cum dribbles from his tip. Not an orgasm, but he’s just so turned on, so close, that he’s leaking all over himself. “You gonna make a mess all over your stomach? One I’ll have to clean up?”
“Yes,” he moans. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck yes. Fuck me. Just like that.”
My balls slap against his ass as I pick up my pace, striking deep inside him until my knot stretches him just slightly. He yelps and tries to scramble away. But I don’t let him go anywhere, holding him in place. “Look at you,” I growl as my balls tighten up, ready to spill. My grip tightens around his length, stroking harder, faster. “Look at you taking my cock so fucking good. Fuck. I never get tired of this. Of how well you take me. Yes, fuck, Topher. So good. So fucking good.”
I slam my hips into him, and growl, “come for me.” I lace the order with my alpha bark and he calls out my name as white ropes of cum spurt over his stomach, half in pleasure, half in exasperation with my command.
The sight of him messy and writhing, the feel of him clamping down tight, sends me over the edge. I slide my hand from his cock to my knot and squeeze roughly, massaging the hard mass and filling him repeatedly with jerks of my dick, drawing out both our pleasures.
