As I exit the sleeping quarters, I hope that I find Zayd in the galley. The only code for the replicator he taught me was for the tincture. Right now, I could really use a steak and potatoes.
Though my stomach growls and churns, aching to be fed, my brain chooses not to care as I approach the galley, and my senses are overwhelmed by the sound, sight, and scent of Zayd plowing Layla bent over the table.
I feel better, but I’m still weak. No matter how badly I want to, I’m in no condition to join them.
Zayd’s back is to the door, and Layla would have to work pretty hard to see around him. The last thing I want to do is make them feel like they need to invite me in. Or make them feel like they have to stop when I have to decline. Instead, I just hang out in the corridor, waiting for them to finish.
It’s incredible how responsive my body is to watching Zayd fuck my wife. Especially in my weakened state. Not long before the attack at our house, I had a nasty flu. As much as I love my wife, I don’t think there was anything she could have done to get me hard that week.
But ever since this connection started to grow between the three of us, and the changes my body has gone through, there’s little either of them has to do to get me going. No matter how shitty I feel. I think if I just had a decent meal in me, I’d have no trouble jumping in there.
My damn dick still thinks I can.
“Chill out, dude,” I whisper to my cock, now fully erect and angry as hell.
Fuck it. I can’t watch this if I can’t participate.
Frustrated with myself, I head down the corridor, hoping they’ll be done by the time I’ve finished showering.
Chapter 33
Zayd
“Layla,”Iwhisperinher ear when she arches her back to give my cock a better angle as I ride her from behind. “Sutton is awake. I just saw him in the corridor. He was watching us, then left.”
“Oh, shit. Really?” Her body freezes. “Did he look mad?”
“No. He looked exhausted.” I continue to pump gently inside of her.
Our omega feels so fucking good, hugging my cock in her sweet little cunt. I have to admit, I have not felt all that bad about the time Layla and I have spent together while Sutton has been ill. He knows everything and has not protested or asked us to stop. So, I do not feel bad for having been discovered and do not feel the need to stop.
“Should I go check on him?” Layla gasps and flattens her chest on the table when I reach around and finger her clit.
“After you come.”
“Okay.” Layla pants and rides my fingers and cock as she races to her finish.
In seconds, her body shudders, and her pussy clamps down on me as she comes. I will myself not to finish, to avoid knotting her and delaying her any further from finding her husband.
“I’ll be right back,” she says, breathlessly as she finds her balance before stumbling out of the galley and down the corridor.
This is the way it is meant to be. An alpha satisfying his omega to the point she cannot even walk straight. My chest blooms with pride at having successfully done so.
Then it shrinks again when I remember that I may never successfully claim her.
“Found him,” Layla says cheerfully as she escorts Sutton into the galley, freshly laundered. “He’s hungry. Feed him.”
“Yes, omega.” I make my way to the replicator and call up a fine plate of rare steak, baked potato, and green beans. Sutton’s favorite.
“Is this why you did not join us? Too weak from hunger?” I ask him, letting him know he did not go unnoticed.
“Unfortunately. But it looked like you had a good handle on things without me.” It is good not to hear any resentment in his voice.
“You’re not mad?” Layla asks. “I mean, hearing about it is one thing, but seeing…”
“I like to watch, Layla.” Sutton inclines his head, as if to tell her she should know this by now.
“Yeah. I know.” Layla shrugs. “This is all still so new to me. It might take me a little longer to get used to it.”
