I get dressed, shoes laced, then head out.
By the time I hit the hallway again, the house is quiet except for the faint hum of the heater and the unmistakable sound of kissing.
It’s soft at first. Wet. Rhythmic.
I slow down before I even round the corner. And sure enough, when I step into the living room, there they are.
Skyla’s in Alex’s lap on the recliner, her sweet body melted against his. Her little hands rest against his bare chest, fingers splayed over muscle and scars, while his arm is looped lazily around her waist. The recliner rocks slightly with the movement, their mouths fused together in a way that makes my throat go tight.
Alex breaks for air, his lips curving up against hers, and she lets out the softest sound—half breath, half hum. She looks so fucking happy.
For a moment, I stand there, headphones in hand, trying to decide if I should join in or quietly sneak out.
Alex pulls back just enough to smirk, his mouth still hovering dangerously close to Skyla’s. “You just gonna stand there and watch, or you planning to join in?”
I don’t even think. I kick my shoes off, toss my headphones somewhere behind me, then I vault over the back of the couch. The cushions dip under my weight as I land, momentum carrying me straight toward the recliner—straight toward them.
Skyla laughs, then shifts, scooting to make room on Alex’s lap. “There,” she says as she pats Alex’s leg, her hand dangerously close to the thick erection tucked in his shorts.
“Oh, yes,” Alex hums, licking his lips. “Sit rightthere.” He glances down at his cock, then back at me, teasing, but I’m too turned on to care.
It’s a tight fit—me half on Alex’s leg, half on the arm of the chair—but the heat of my two sexy packmates feels too good. I lean in without thinking, catching Skyla’s mouth first. Her lips are soft and warm against mine, her small hand coming up to rest against my chest.
The recliner rocks beneath us, creaking in protest, but none of us move away.
Alex’s low, satisfied growl vibrates through my chest. His fingers catch the hem of my shirt, tugging playfully. I break the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head, my breath already coming hard. Skyla’s eyes flicker down, over my chest, abs, and tented shorts. She licks her lips, and my cock twitches.
Before I can stop myself, my mouth crashes against hers again, kissing the life out of her, taking it deeper. Her soft sounds vibrate against my mouth, her fingerstrembling against my bare skin. The air feels too thick to breathe, the heat between us pulling tight.
Alex’s hands are everywhere—trailing down my back, over my clothed cock, up Skyla’s stomach, palming her perfect tits.
The weight gain is definitely worth staying home.
“I need both of you,” Alex growls, ripping Skyla’s fitted shirt over her head, then reaching for the waistband of her leggings. She pants, breathless as I stand, taking off my shorts.
But before I can ask if they want to go back to Skyla’s nest, her soft mouth opens and her lips wrap around my cock. Swift pleasure makes my toes curl and my head fall back, as she strokes my shaft in time with her mouth, sucking me deep, then leaning back, over and over again.
“That’s right, omega,” Alex shifts, making the chair groan. “Swallow that cock.”
Curious, I open my eyes, watching as Alex tugs his shorts down his legs, freeing that big, beautiful alpha cock. It juts straight up in the air, his balls hanging heavy. Then he grabs Skyla’s hips, positioning her so she’s facing away from him, and settles her onto his lap.
He must have entered her, because her breath catches, then she moans loudly around my shaft. Skyla circles her hips, and Alex’s eyes roll into the back of his head.
Skyla licks and sucks, spit covering her lips and dripping down her chin.
“Goddammit, Sky,” I moan. “That sweet little mouth is so fucking good.” I gather her hair up, fisting it. Then I pull her closer, forcing her to take me deeper. I take my time, rocking my hips into her face, not letting her pull back until her nose hits my groin. Her eyes water as they shimmer up at me.
“Such a good little cocksucker,” Alex praises our omega as he reaches around her, pinching one nipple, then the other. He moves her up and down, fucking himself with her sweet body.
“I need to eat this pussy.” Alex grips Skyla under her arms and lifts, pulling her off my cock and his at the same time.
I pout when cool air hits my balls.
Alex leans back in the recliner, forcing it to flatten as much as the worn springs will allow. Then he pulls Skyla up, forcing her to straddle his face with her knees on his shoulders. Her hands fly out, gripping his chest as a very girly giggle bubbles from her throat.
“Beta.” Alex barks as he holds Skyla’s hips, then pushes his face against the apex of the omega’s thighs. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I move instinctively, climbing into Alex’s lap. The recliner creaks under us, protesting, but no one gives a shit.
