My body goes stiff, for a moment. My brain doesn’t mean to panic—but it does, a reflex carved deep from things I’d rather not remember. Too many nights where pleasure was a trap, and where soft touches came with sharp words and sharper consequences.
But this…this doesn’tfeeldangerous.
It feels good.
I like it.
And that’s what makes it terrifying.
Do it for Charlie, I tell myself despite the shame pulsing in my veins. Not wanting to fall over, I pull my hand free, then place it next to Charlie’s head, holding myself steady while he works so hard to make me feel good, but I suddenly feel like a fraud.
I don’tdeservethis. His comfort. His trust. His hands on my skin like I’m something worth savoring.
And then more guilt hits me as I realize I’ve never even let Autry touch me like this. She’s asked so many times to suck me or ride me, but I always pull away. I insist on going down on her, or watching Rhett rut her. Because I don’t deserve her. She’s too perfect. And she has spent weeks trying to reach me, but I’ve kept her at arm’s length.
And now here I am, letting Charlie drink me down like it’s nothing. Like I deserve it.
Instant regret twists in my gut, hot and fast, making the back of my eyes sting. Ashamed, I glance over at Autry, expecting to see betrayal—or worse, hurt.
But the pretty omega is smiling.
Soft and full and real. Her eyes glisten, but not with jealousy. She’s watching us with this quiet kind of pride, like we’re something beautiful she’s grateful to witness.
Shelovesthis.
She lovesme, even now as she rides our sweet omega.
But somehow…that makes it worse.
I look away, heart hammering as I hang my head. I don’t deserve this. Any of it. I want to run from this room and never look back, but I can’t. Not now. Not when Charlie’s touching me like I’m keeping him alive.
Not when Autry’s working so selflessly to ease Charlie's pain.
I can’t leave, and I won’t.
“Myrick.” Autry cups my cheek, forcing me to look at her. “Beta,” her voice is sweet but throaty, laced with something almost dominant. “Come for me.Now.” Her voice drops as she says the last word, just like Rhett’s does, and my body instantly obeys.
My hips buck forward, pushing deep into Charlie's throat. He sputters, then sucks right as I break apart. I grunt as my orgasm fills Charlie's mouth, dripping from the corners of his lips as he struggles to swallow all of it.
It’s wild and messy and so very sinful.
A muffled noise breaks free from my throat as I slowly lift up, pulling my already softening cock from Charlie’s mouth. The male omega looks blissed out, belly full as Autry keeps rolling her hips.
“Open, for your beta.” Autry tugs Charlie's jaw down, forcing him to show me his empty mouth. “He swallowed every drop.” She smiles like she’s proud. “Tell Charlie what a good boy he is, Myrick.”
I nod and swallow hard, trying to force down the lump in my throat. “Such a good boy.” My voice is hoarse.
“Myrick?” Rhett’s deep voice is right in my ear, his big body curling around mine. “Did he suck you off?” He sounds hopeful. Maybe even thrilled.
I nod again, too emotional to say the words out loud.
“Looks like we have two good boys.” Rhett kisses the side of my neck, nuzzling our mating bite, then he reaches forward, tapping Charlie’s lips. The omega opens eagerly, and Rhett strokes his tongue, petting him. “Autry?” Rhett’s commanding tone makes her freeze in place. “Sit on Charlie’s face while I fuck him raw. Myrick?” My sexy, strong alpha looks at me. “Do you want to watch, my love? Or do you want to jerk Charlie off?”
My heart blooms, relief and gratitude washing over me.
“Oh yes.”Autry’s head falls back as she straddles Charlie’s head. I can already see his tongue at work.
“I’ll help.” I reach down and grab Charlie's shaft as Rhett takes his place between the omega’s legs.
