It felt so good that it took Ryder way too long to hear what Spencer actually said.
When he did, that lick of panic swept through him again. “He came already? Should I— Should I stop?”
This was about making Ash feel good, right? And he’d already come, so …?
Ash’s whine rang through the room as Spencer pulled away from the kiss. He met Ryder’s gaze again, his blue eyes dark and hazy. “What? No. He’s in heat. He’s gonna come like a thousand times before we’re done. Keep going until your knot pops. He needs it.”
Right. Of course. Ryder knew that. Of course he knew that. He was just balls-deep in his best friend and love of his life and he’d lost all sense of reason for a second.
Ryder rubbed a soothing hand over Ash’s shoulder. “Is that right, bright eyes? You need it?”
Ash tossed his head back, his soft curls brushing against Ryder’s neck. “Fuck, yes. Ryder,please.”
Well, what the hell was Ryder supposed to do except give it to him? He gripped hard at Ash’s hips and started pumping. He’d never knotted anyone before in his life, and he could only hope the pheromones did what they were supposed to and his body followed suit.
Ash leaned forward with a satisfied little hum, breath catching at the end as Ryder fucked into him, and then his whines and moans were muffled by Spencer’s lips once again.
They smelled good together, Ash and Spencer.Toogood, like some decadent, spicy dessert Ryder had never heard of but now needed more than breathing. Not many people knew Ryder had a sweet tooth to rival a hormonal omega, but he did.
Fuck. He really, really did.
The air was filled with heavy breathing and heavier pheromones and the filthy sounds of slick squelching and sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin. Ryder could barely breathe in the mix of it. Everything was liquid heat and fog, that thick air catching in his throat.
He didn’t need to breathe, though—he only needed to feel. To fuck.
The way Ash’s channel was gripping his cock should be goddamn illegal.
And then Ash was whining again, louder this time. Ryder shook off his daze to see Spencer was pulling away from their omega.
“What are you doing?” Ryder barked, his hips stilling against Ash’s ass.
Because apparently when Ryder wasn’t panicking like an untried virgin, he couldn’t seem to stop putting on some weird dominance display. Ryder’s alpha was all wonky, was the thing. It wasn’t exactly pissed that Spencer was here—Spencer’s pheromones smelled too good with Ash’s for that—but it was … restless. Like it wanted Ryder to latch his teeth into Spencer’s throat and shake him. Press him down into the nest and force some kind of submission.
But even when Ryder barked and growled, Spencer didn’t seem to mind. His hackles never went up; his spicy-sweetpheromones never sharpened. He was remarkably chill for an alpha in the middle of an omega’s heat.
“He’ll be more comfy on his hands and knees when you knot him,” Spencer explained easily, like Ryder had asked nicely and not practically chewed his head off.
Sure enough, Ash stopped whining and dropped forward onto his hands. Ryder followed him down, drawn to his sweaty, slick-drenched body like a magnet.
“Fuck,” Ryder growled, licking over Ash’s scent gland. “Gonna knot you.”
He was losing the plot again, but hell if he could stop it.
“Yesss,” Ash slurred. “Yes, yes, yes.”
A deep groan came from right next to them. Spencer. “Oh fuck. Can I jerk off? Is that—is that cool?”
The fact that Spencer was even asking was ludicrous. The pheromones and scent of slick were so thick in the air, what else was he gonna do? But Ryderlikedthat he asked. That he was seeking Ryder’s permission for something so basic.
“Come here first,” he found himself saying. “Let me scent mark you.”
Spencer had every right to refuse. Alphas didn’t scent mark other alphas they weren’t close with, especially not during an omega’s heat. Ryder was basically acting like a rabid wolf, pissing all over every bit of property in the room just because he could.
But Spencer groaned again, one hand tucked motionless in his boxer briefs, like he was gripping the base of his cock hard, trying not to come.
Ash should be able to see that. He’d like it, wouldn’t he?
“And get fucking naked,” Ryder added.
