“Take that cock,”Tristan growls as I begin to come. Thick ropes of white spurt everywhere, splattering all over my chest and stomach.
Tristan’s eyes go wide at the sight, and he fucks me harder. Grinding my back against the pantry shelves. Delirious with pleasure, I stare down my body, watching the alpha’s thick cock slide in and out of me. The last wave of my orgasm fades and the cum across my belly drips over the sides of my waist.
“Do you like the way I feel inside you?” Tristan’s fingers dig into my ass. He’s close. I can feel it. “Do you like being stretched so wide it hurts?”
“Yes.” My words are breathy moans. “Please, alpha. Give me that cum.” My dirty words light him up, and lust flashes in his eyes.
“Fuck, yes.” Tristan slams his hips forward. I’m bounced, impaled over and over again as he uses my body to get off.Slowly, his expression begins to tighten, mouth tense and cheeks flushed, but right before he explodes inside me, the pantry door is ripped open.
“Basil!” I squeak, but Tristan could care less. He keeps fucking me ragged. It’s kind of hot.
The green-eyed alpha looks between us, then down at my limp cock. “Really?” His tone is weirdly sharp. Not playful at all. It’s a little out of character. Basil normally loves to catch Killian or Tristan fucking me.
“Do you want a piece?” Tristan asks the stern alpha, his hips never faltering. And I hope Basil does. Even though I spent all night with the sexy alpha, I’d love for him to squeeze in here and take me again.
“No.” Basil cuts a quick look into the kitchen, then whispers harshly, “Beth is coming down any second now.”
I’m immediately snapped out of my post-orgasm haze. “Shit.” I look up at Tristan, but I can already tell he’s not going to let me go until he comes.
“Give me one second.” The burly alpha doubles down, ramming his big cock deep inside my ass. Jostled, I grab his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life. After two more pumps, Tristan’s whole body tenses, his cock twitches, and he lets out a vicious roar. It rips through the house, making me flinch.
Cum floods my insides, making me whimper, then pant. It’s so messy.
“Tristan,” Basil lets out a frustrated grunt. “There’s no way she didn’t hear that,” he scolds the alpha. “We’re supposed to be discreet,” he reminds both of us. “It would be nice to let Beth settle into life here before we traumatize her by fucking all over the house.” He walks off, leaving the pantry door wide open.
Tristan tips his head back, eyes closed and smile firmly in place. “Sorry.” He chuckles, pushing his hips against my body.He’s still coming. The alpha can unload an ungodly amount of cum.
“Do you need a towel?” Basil asks from somewhere inside the kitchen.
“Yes!” I can already feel cum and lube dripping out of me.
Finally, Tristan lets out a deep hum of relief, telling me he’s done. He places a lingering kiss on his mating bite and I hum, very happy.
But then Basil suddenly reappears in a flash, tossing a hand towel at me, before vanishing again. I catch it, a little put off by how weirdly aggressive he’s being. “He’s being weird,” I say to Tristan, and the burly alpha nods.
But then Basil says, “She’s here.” And panic rips through me.
Tristan instantly moves. He grabs the towel, wrapping it around the base of his cock and pulling out as quickly as he can without hurting me. I stifle a whimper as he slips free, and hot fluid pours from my stretched hole. My alpha works quickly to clean me up, wiping down my groin and legs, before helping me put my flannel pajama pants back on.
I plaster a smile on my face, then step out of the pantry first. “Good morning,” I say extra cheerfully as Beth steps around the corner.
The omega looks stunning this morning. She obviously slept well. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks are rosy. She’s wearing one of the cute pajama sets I ordered for her. Just like the nightgown, it's too big. The black silky pants hang off her hips, puddling around her feet, and the matching cotton top billows around her middle. I do love the way the long sleeves cover her hands though. It’s kind of cute.
“Good morning,” Beth says as she scents the air. For a second, I’m terrified she can smell Tristan dripping out of me, but then she says, “That smells amazing!” She looks at the stove. “Are you making something with cinnamon?”
Tristan and I both freeze.
This isn’t the angry, violent omega we met last night. This girl is friendly and bubbly.
It has to be a trick.
There’s no way one night with an alpha can correct an omega so quickly. Can it?
“It is cinnamon.” I glance at the timer over the oven. “I’m making a french toast bake. It’ll be ready in three minutes.”
“That sounds amazing,” Killian says as he and Basil sit in their usual spots at the kitchen table, but Tristan lingers on the other side of the kitchen island, watching us. I get the feeling he doesn't trust her either, but he’s smart, leaning casually against the counter.
I smile at my alphas, trying to concentrate on how happy I am to have all of us here together. Even though Beth has had a rough start, I still want her more than anything else in the world.
