Fox runs a soft hand down my spine. “Easy, baby. We’re not going to knot you. That takes some working up to.” His words reassure me even as my instincts whine for the knot I was just denied.
When Arlo finally comes, he buries himself deep inside of me, the piercing dragging perfectly along my walls. Fox follows right after, flooding me until slick and cum are leaking out around both cocks.
A low whine pulls from my throat as I’m pressed into Arlo’s chest, Fox dragging Arlo into a filthy kiss of their own, my happy heart swelling further. This was better than any fantasy I had drummed up over the last few months.
We collapse in a sweaty, sticky tangle, Arlo slowly pulling out of me, Fox’s cock still seated inside of me. Without waiting, I jam myself farther down, a cry of satisfaction releasing from me as it starts to swell against my pussy.
My lips part as Arlo presses kisses along my jaw. “So fucking pretty like this. Jesus, we should have done this sooner.”
Fox floods me a second time as I shake around his cock, his knot growing impossibly further fluttering against my entrance until the pressure puts me over the edge.I can’t wait to get his knot actually inside me.He wraps a hand around my waist, Arlo scooting closer so that I’m fully swarmed by the two of them.
My eyes drift shut, body boneless and satisfied. “Best party ever,” I mumble.
They both chuckle as I’m pulled under.
This is just one night of fun… right?
I push it away, curling tighter into their warmth, and let myself pretend, for tonight at least, that this could be more.
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Sunlightfiltersthroughtheblinds of Arlo’s tiny bedroom, warm across my bare skin. I’m pinned between two furnaces, Arlo’s face buried between my breasts, one arm slung possessively over my waist, and Fox curled behind me like a living blanket, his tattooed hand resting heavy on my hip. My thighs are sticky. My pussy is deliciously sore. And the combined scent of us is so thick in the air I can taste it on every inhale.
Peach and vanilla and citrus wrapped up in pineapple-caramel and deep cedarwood-leather. It smells like sex and safety and something I’m not ready to name.
I shift, just a little, and slick leaks out of me again, mixing with the mess they left inside me last night. A soft whimper escapes before I can stop it.
Fox’s hand tightens on my hip. “Morning, baby,” he rasps, voice gravel-rough from sleep and everything we did. His lipsbrush the back of my neck, and I feel his cock twitch against my ass, already half-hard.
Arlo lifts his head, hair a total mess, that lazy grin spreading across his face the second our eyes meet. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice still husky. “All flushed and pretty and leaking for us again. Greedy little Omega.”
My face burns. I try to hide it behind my hands, but Arlo catches my wrists and pins them gently above my head, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Don’t hide. You were so fucking perfect last night.” He rocks his hips once, letting me feel how hard he is. “Still are.”
Fox makes a low sound of agreement and nips at my shoulder. “Smells so sweet in the morning. Like you want us to eat you for breakfast.”
I laugh, embarrassed and turned on all over again. “I thought this was just one night.” Not that I want it to be, but these two Alphas have never shown any other intention toward making this a permanent move. I’m trying not to get my hopes up.
Arlo’s grin widens. “We did say that.” He releases my wrists and rolls out of bed, completely naked and completely unbothered. The silver piercing at the head of his cock catches the light as he stretches, making my pulse spike. “But pancakes first. Can’t fuck you properly on an empty stomach.”
Fox huffs a quiet laugh behind me and presses one last kiss to my neck before he climbs out, too. “He’s right. You need fuel, baby.”
They don’t give me a chance to overthink. Arlo tosses me one of his oversized tees and Fox helps me slide it on, his hands lingering on my thighs as the hem falls just past my ass. I’m still sticky between my legs, but neither of them seems to mind.
The kitchen is tiny, barely big enough for the three of us. Arlo moves around, pulling out mix and a pan while Fox starts thecoffee. I hop up onto the counter, legs swinging, and watch them move seamlessly.
Arlo glances over his shoulder and winks. “You gonna sit there looking edible or are you helping?”
“Supervising,” I say, grinning. “You two look good together.”
Arlo snorts as Fox drags him possessively into a kiss of their own, their tongues tangling long enough that I have to press my thighs together. God, I need a shower. My scent spikes, a small whine slipping through my lips.
Fox pulls back and moves to me, his hand finding the back of my neck as he passes, thumb stroking along my throat in a way that makes my pulse jump. “Careful. Keep making noises like that and we’ll skip the pancakes.”
Arlo chuckles and pours batter into the pan. “Ignore him. He’s just grumpy because he didn’t get to come in your mouth last night.”
Fox flips him off without looking, but there’s a small smirk tugging at his lips. The domestic ease of it all makes my chest feel too tight. This is supposed to be casual. One night. Friends with benefits at most. Just Alphas on my team I had a little fun with after winning and then we’ll go back to normal.
