Sutton
“Goslow,Zayd.Idon’t want her coming until she’s on my cock.”
This is unreal. I should be ripping him off of her, furious that another male is touching my wife. I keep waiting for all the bad feelings to come back, seeing them touch in an intimate way, but it's just the opposite. I want to watch him fuck her. I want to see his cum spill from her stretched out pussy, then slip my cock into her sloppy wet hole and fill her again.
“Let us both get what we want,” Zayd says, lifting Layla, cradling her in his arms on his way over to where I sit on the couch with my cock out.
Standing before me, Zayd shifts Layla in his arms to hold her under her arms, facing him, then lowers her onto my lap. I hold my cock as he slots me inside of her.
Layla sighs and immediately rolls her hips as I cup her tits in my hands, holding her back against me.
To my further shock and amusement, Zayd drops to his knees between Layla’s and my legs. Gripping Layla’s hips, he helps her move up and down my length, doing most of the work for her.
“I could get used to letting someone else do the work while I just enjoy it.” The smile in her voice is palpable. I feel it in every muscle, flowing through my veins.
“Make her come, Zayd. I’m too fucking close.”
Zayd, acting on my orders, has a cleansing effect. All the insecurities I developed while he was gone seem so pointless. I can barely remember why I was worried and anxious.
When Zayd’s tongue licks through Layla’s slit again, making her channel contract around my cock, I imagine I was in the room with them when Layla was in heat. It was I who told Zayd to lie on the bed. It was I who ordered him not to look or touch.
And in a way, it was. Layla made those rules out of respect for me.
Layla whimpers with every flick of Zayd’s tongue around her clit. The knot in my core tightens, barreling toward my release every time a rogue lap of his tongue finds my shaft.
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss through gritted teeth as Layla strangles my cock as she comes.
Chapter 24
Zayd
ItiseverythingIcan do not to rip Layla away from Sutton and sink my cock inside of her.
Getting to lap up her sweet slick is a treat. Much to my surprise, so is the taste of her on Sutton’s skin. It’s different than tasting him on her. Somehow even sweeter. There was a moment when my tongue found his skin that I considered lifting Layla off of him to fill my mouth with his slick-soaked cock.
No Throkyn alpha has ever bedded another male. I put the thought out of my head as quickly as it entered. The thought is madness.
“On your feet,” Sutton orders me as Layla catches her breath after coming on Sutton’s cock and on my tongue.
I stand. My cock tents my pants.
This dominance game won’t last forever. I am the alpha, but Sutton deserves to know, without a doubt, that I am not going to steal Layla from him. So, just as we do when we play fight with our pups, I let Sutton win this fight, take the lead to help rebuild his confidence.
“Strip them off of him,” Sutton tells Layla.
On the other hand, I quite like it when Sutton gives Layla orders. I want to reward him for his commanding performance. Thank him for his generosity.
Layla’s fingers tickle my bare stomach as she drags them down my taught abs. She hooks her fingers inside the waist of my pants and pulls them down my hips. When my cock bounces free, her lips slacken open.
“Suck him off, baby.” Sutton grips Layla’s hips as I tangle my fist in her hair, her lips slipping down my length.
My eyes lock onto Sutton when Layla whines, looking to follow his lead as we fuck Layla from both ends.
“She’s close again,” he says with a wry grin on his lips.
“Our omega is pleased?” I ask, not realizing what I said until Sutton cocks his head slightly.
He asks, “Ours?”
