“We do not have time for this.” Zayd’s words are strained through his teeth.
“I can be quick,” I assure him.
Zayd shakes his head. “We cannot leave our omega unsatisfied. It is not right.”
“I’ll make it up to her later. To both of you. I promise,” I plead. “I just really need some relief, man. And the more we argue about it, the less time we’re gonna have.”
“It’s okay, Zayd. I don’t mind.” Layla places a comforting hand on Zayd’s arm. “I want to help.”
Zayd’s brow wrinkles with concern as he looks down at her. “But this is not the way we do things. Our omega’s pleasure supersedes our own.”
“We’re being exiled today for not doing things the right way,” Layla reminds him. “We can negotiate the terms of our relationship in more detail later, but for now, please let me helpmy husband retain his human dignity before we’re forced to leave our home planet forever.”
After a determined sigh, Zayd says, “Of course.”
I waste no time pushing my jeans down to my ankles and bending Layla over the edge of the bed.
Chapter 27
Zayd
Thisisthefirsttime we have disagreed.
When there is only one alpha and one omega, it is easy to compromise our cultural differences. Two against one proves to put us at odds. We are unable to equitably reconcile our differences.
But Layla was right. We are already outside of what either of our cultures would consider normal. And we had already agreed that we would need to find out what was right for the three of us, and that decision had already set us apart from the Throkyn way.
When we agreed to leave, we agreed to an entirely new way of life. It seems Sutton’s need for relief at the expense of our omega’s pleasure is one of many new paths we will need to navigate.
While I do not care for the neglect Layla has accepted to suffer, I have to admit I am not at all opposed to the scene playing out before me.
My own cock hardens when Sutton flips Layla’s skirt up over her back after he bends her over the bed and slips his cock into her weeping pussy.
Layla’s ass jiggles in the most delicious way with every slap of Sutton’s hips against it. The same as Sutton, I struggle to control myself at the heady mix of their scents.
We are running short on time, and I am not ashamed to let my erection be seen by anyone, but it is impossible for me not to join them.
I push my pants down just far enough to grip my cock and start pumping.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” Layla says, watching me before her eyes flutter and she cries out.
“Fuck, yeah. We made her come.” When Sutton glances over, triumph in his eyes, and finds me with my cock in my hand while I watch them, he grits out a curse, pulls his cock out of Layla, turns toward me, and finishes in his own hand.
Sutton’s cum coats my length, eases my effort, and I come in just a few strokes.
“Your five minutes are up,” Kydax says, drawing all of our attention.
Only he and Ellie-Mae stand in the doorway.
“They were up a couple of minutes ago, but I begged him not to interrupt,” Ellie-Mae says, her cheeks flushed. The scent of her slick is in the air.
Holy stars… They were watching.
“Go. Now,” Kydax barks but not at us.
I do not know how much they saw, or when Angie left, but the two of them saw enough to know why we cannot stay. An omega should not be aroused by anyone but her own alpha.
Strykr was right. There are too many unknown variables at work here. Our relationship would be a distraction from the work the Center does to help humans on their path back to civilization. Coming to terms with co-existing with an alien race that wants to mate with a select few of their females is enough for now. Sutton’s designation, alpha or otherwise, is exceedinglyrare. It will be best to let them find out that some of their males may also be suitable mates for the right alpha and omega pair when the world is in a less volatile state.
