I can still think.
I can still feel every sensation with full clarity.
Which means I get to feel all of this, completely and without the blissful buffer of rut or heat stealing the edges off.
And I'm not sure if that's a blessing or a curse.
"Good boy," Cliff growls, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he speeds up. "Taking me so well while you fuck our omega."
Each thrust of his thick cock drags against my sensitive walls, stretching me wide before pulling back almostcompletely, only to drive deep again. The friction is exquisite, a perfect burn that makes my own cock ache with need.
Elowen's hands slide down my back, her nails digging into my skin as she meets my thrusts. The three of us move together, a perfect rhythm of give and take, pleasure building with each movement until I'm not sure where I end and they begin.
"I'm close," I gasp, my body trembling on the edge of release.
"Now," Cliff snarls, his hips driving forward. That's all he says. That's all he has.
His words push me over, and I shatter between them, my body convulsing as pleasure crashes through me. Elowen follows with a cry, her inner walls clamping down around my cock, and Cliff buries himself deep, grinding into me.
I drop my forehead to Elowen's shoulder and breathe, my body trembling with the aftershocks, every muscle wrung out and useless.
Her chest is still heaving beneath mine, her heart hammering against my ribs where we're pressed together, and after a moment her hand finds my hair. Her fingers move through it slowly, pushing the damp curls back from my forehead with a tenderness that makes my chest ache in the best possible way.
“You okay?” she whispers, but all I can do is hum in response.
Behind me, Cliff is very still, his thick cock still seated deep inside my body and one hand spread flat between my shoulder blades. He's not moving. Just waiting. Letting everything settle.
I could stay here forever.
The bed shifts somewhere next to me, and I lift my head, watching as Raff moves.
He handles Adam with a gentleness that doesn't match his size. His big hands are careful as he repositions the unconscious omega onto his stomach. Adam doesn't stir. He's completely out, his face slack against the sheets.
Raff takes his time, spreading Adam's ass cheeks, revealing his slick, stretched hole. Even from here I can see how puffy and gaping he is, abused from taking two knots.
Moving slowly, Raff positions his thick cock at the entrance, then pushes in with one smooth, relentless stroke. Adam's body yields easily, taking Raff's length without any resistance.
My tattooed mate moves his hips, thrusting in a steady rhythm that makes the bed rock beneath us. The wet sounds of fucking fill the room—slap, slap, slap—as Raff's balls slap against Adam's skin with each thrust.
I watch for a moment, well aware that some people would find this strange.
That watching my brother get fucked should feel wrong, but it doesn't.
It feels like exactly what it is—Raff’s alpha biology overriding everything else to soothe an omega in pain. Even passed out, Adam's body is responding, the involuntary tremors in his limbs smoothing out under the rhythm of Raff's thrusts.
It's pure instinct, an alpha rutting into his mate to force the distress out of his system through pure dominance.
Every thrust makes the flush in Adam’s skin even out, the tight lines of agony around his eyes finally relaxing.
I watch Raff's hand smooth up Adam's spine, slow and certain, and feel something in my chest settle.
His lean muscle and dark tattoos, coupled with the wayhe carries himself, is beyond sexy. But watching him now, his broad back shifting with every movement, the dark lines of ink catching the low light, his complete and focused attention on the omega beneath him, it's something else entirely.
Behind me, Cliff pulls out slowly.
Then I feel Cliff's hands immediately check me over the way he always does after we’ve made love. He spreads my ass, his thumbs parting me gently as he examines my hole, making sure I'm not hurt. He touches the rim, then dips one finger inside me before pressing a single kiss to the center of my spine.
Then he shifts, moving around us both, and I roll to one side to give him room.
