Running my hand down Sutton’s spine, I tell them both, “Hold still.”
“What’s happening?” Layla asks, trying to see over Sutton’s shoulder.
Sutton buries his face in Layla’s cleavage, giving her a better view.
“Hold him, omega. We are still learning,” I tell her, and she wraps her arms around Sutton’s shoulders as he braces his arms with his hands flat on the table.
Same as before, I press my tip to his puckered hole.
“Breathe, human,” I say and slip my slick tip past his entrance.
Sutton whines as he exhales. His body seems to remember me, much the same way an omega would, and it is far less effort to sink all the way inside.
And as such, it seems only right to praise him. “Good boy.”
Chapter 40
Layla
Sutton’scockswellswhenZayd buries himself in Sutton and twitches excitedly when Zayd calls him a good boy.
I don’t know what happened between them while I was sleeping, but whatever it was, I like the results. The shift in their dynamic is intoxicating. Not that things didn’t work when Sutton was in charge, but this… It just feels right in a base, natural way.
“Does it hurt?” I ask Sutton.
“The best kind of pain, baby.” There’s a shiver in Sutton’s voice.
“You like it?” I ask.
“Of course he does,” Zayd pipes in. “My human loves taking his alpha daddy’s cock.”
Sutton moans, and I squeak when Zayd thrusts against Sutton’s rear and the force drives Sutton deeper into me, and I can feel Zayd vibrating through him.
“Shit. Sutton. Are you bigger now?” I gasp.
“It’s probably my knot,” Sutton says.
I shake my head, my eyes wide. “I don’t think so. I’m not just talking girth.”
Sutton never failed to fill me up, and he is definitely wider, but he never went this deep before.
He draws his hips back, his eyes rolling back at the pressure of Zayd behind him when he does. When he thrusts back in, he looks shocked. “Fuckin’ A. I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” Sutton says, eager to put his new and improved equipment to work.
“No. You will be a good boy and fuck my omega at my command, human.” Zayd wraps his clawed hand around Sutton’s throat, pulling Sutton back against his chest. “Tell me… Tell your alpha daddy you understand.”
“I understand.”
Zayd tightens his grip on Sutton’s throat until Sutton utters a hushed, “Daddy.”
“Good boy,” Zayd smiles, showing his fangs dripping with venom.
Butterflies swarm my stomach.
Zayd can’t bite Sutton. It will put Sutton in a coma.
They both read the concern on my face and pause, giving all of their attention to me.
“It is alright, omega,” Zayd coos, reaching around Sutton to lay his big hand on my cheek.
