“What?” There’s no way I heard that right.
Sutton turns his eyes back to meet mine, letting me look into them, allowing me to gauge his sincerity.
“It was such a foreign feeling,” he continues. “I mean… You know me. I’m straight as an arrow. Never even considered being attracted to a male. So… When I felt aroused around Zayd, before I left the Center, it confused me and pissed me off. I associated it with smelling you on him. I thought it was smelling you on him that was pissing me off. Really, I was just pissedoff that I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I was out of control and didn’t know how to get it back.”
“Oh, my god,” I gasp.
Sutton rolls his shoulders and takes another deep breath. “When I smelled you on him again, when he came to our house to get me, it started making sense. When I smelled him on you again, it made even more sense. Then, when he walked through the door, it made perfect sense. Whatever I am, my desire is linked not just to you, Layla, but to Zayd too.”
Zayd sighs, sitting back on his heels, his focus locked on Sutton. “You put into words what I could not.”
“You feel it too?” Sutton asks him.
“It has haunted me. It is not our way. This dynamic… It is unprecedented.”
“Then it’s not what you want?” I ask Zayd.
“It is not what I expected,” Zayd says.
Sutton claps a hand on Zayd’s shoulder. “It’s not what any of us expected.”
The way they look at each other, I sort of feel like I’m intruding on their moment.
Until Sutton reaches out, grabs my wrist, and pulls me back in to stand between them again.
“What does this mean?” I wonder.
“What do you think?” Sutton asks Zayd.
Zayd looks back and forth between Sutton and me, then sits up on his knees, putting him eye level with me again. “I think it means it is up to us to figure it out.” Zayd glances over my shoulder at Sutton, who nods.
“One thing we know, for sure, is that you need an alpha’s mark to move freely around the Center. Without an escort,” Zayd says.
“And I know I can trust Zayd to mark you without giving into the instinct to claim you…” He lets his statement hang as themale’s eyes meet again, and a smile appears on both of their faces before Sutton adds, “Before we’re ready.”
“What does that mean?” I ask even though I know what he means. I just want to be sure Sutton truly means it.
“Just that nothing is off the table,” Sutton says, cupping both of my breasts in his hands from behind me, his cock growing hard against my rear. “But for now, we’ll do what we need to do to keep you safe.”
Knowing I’m not alone and that I’m not being saddled with a horrible choice, my body relaxes into Sutton’s hold, ready for whatever he has planned.
Zayd leans in and covers my breast with his mouth, lapping his tongue over my nipple, bringing it to a hard point again, picking back up where I broke us off.
“Mark her good, Zayd,” Sutton says. “Show me how it’s done. Properly.”
Zayd and Sutton exchange a look before Zayd nods, stands, takes me from Sutton, and throws me over his shoulder before dropping me on the bed, flat on my back.
Behind Zayd, Sutton sits on the couch, watching us and rubbing his cock through his sweatpants.
“Get her naked,” Sutton orders, and Zayd obeys, stripping my bottom half. I have to grip the sheets to keep from being pulled off the bed with my clothes.
As Zayd drops to his knees between my legs, Sutton pushes the waistband of his sweatpants down to free his hard cock.
I can’t believe he’s into this. Not just okay with Zayd marking me but watching, participating.
My pussy throbs, watching Sutton watch us. When Zayd rubs his cheeks on my inner thigh and says, “Your scent is divine, omega,” my slick flows like it never has before. I moan when Zayd covers my mound with his mouth and licks and drinks me in.
Chapter 23
