"Fuck," he growls, leaning back. His cock throbs in my mouth. I speed up, trying to match Zeke's pace. Seb lets out a breathy grunt.
"All good back there?" James asks. His hand is shunting back and forth in the corner of my eye. Zeke grunts, his right hand redoubling its grip on my hip. I let out a muffled moan of enthusiasm, and I slurp harder. We're speeding up, our pace matching each other, sensation building in every nerve. I let out a small squeak of delighted surprise as James' strong fingers start deftly rubbing my clit.
Seb is panting. "I'm not, gonna last, much longer, Omega. If you, don't want, my cum down your throat, now's the time to move."
I bob my head deeper, holding my breath and swallowing the meat of his cock until my lips graze against the top of his swollen knot.
Seb moans in response, his hips shuddering, and breaks in me, flooding my mouth, a trickle dribbling down my chin. I drink him down with garbled pleasure as Zeke pounds into me.
Seb pushes himself up onto his elbows and strokes my hair as he pants through his aftershocks.
"Fuck. I'm so close, darling. You're incredible." My cunt flutters at Zeke's panting growl.
"Mmmph." Every nerve in my body seems to be lit up.
Seb eases himself out of my mouth. He pushes himself up and pulls me up into his arms.
A wail of pleasure bursts forth as Zeke's knot teases up against my entrance at the change of angle. Seb pulls me to his chest and lifts my head, and lets a tender, lingering kiss fall on my lips. He wipes up the trickle of cum and spit that's dripping down my chin with his thumb. My lips feel like they are directly wired to my clit. I short circuit in a shock of pleasure, my skin electrified and twanging as Zeke's knot stretches my entrance but doesn't quite get through.
A soft, strong hand turns my face away from Seb's mouth. James' eyes melt into mine as he claims my lips in a kiss that warms spots I hadn't realised were cold. His head drops to my shoulder and his teeth scrape the side of my neck.
Zeke's free arm wraps around me from behind and the nerves on the side of my neck spark into life from James' kiss as he pinches my clit. I arch my butt against Zeke and lean into James' lips as Seb pulls us all together, finally popping Zeke's knot into place. The stretch is almost too much to bear, but it's also somehow exactly what my body needs.
Every nerve inside me is singing. Sound seems to fade into the background. I'm floating on kisses and knots and safe warm hands.
My mind is hazy.
Seb's forehead is pressed against mine. Zeke's arm is wrapped around me. James' hands hold us steady.
I collapse on Seb's shoulder, spent.
Chapter 18
I ease Zeke and Dellie down onto the bed, helping to adjust them so they are lying on their sides and Zeke's back isn't too distorted.
I have to remember to make sure he only knots her sitting or kneeling from now on. Less torque on his back during aftercare that way.
Wait.Shit. I keep thinking about her like she's ours.Permanentlyours. I have to be sensible about this.
But I don't want to be sensible.
They're locked together, still torpid with afterglow. Seb crawls over next to them, burrows his head between Dellie's outstretched arms, and nestles back into her, being her little spoon. He closes his eyes, a loose grin on his face, as she strokes his hair.
He's not cracking jokes. He's not tugging a laugh out of people at his own expense. He's not hiding something he doesn't want us to see behind humour. His face lights up with quiet joy as she whispers something in his ear.
I don't think I've ever seen him look like that before.
Seb's been so tired lately. Too tired. He finds it so hard to get to sleep most nights. And he would never forgive me if I let him know I'd noticed. He thinks he hides it well enough, but his little tells are there—the way his face flickers before hemakes a self-deprecating joke when things are tense, the way his shoulders hunch when he thinks we aren't looking.
But the tension is seeping out of his body like water from a sponge. His face is softening into contentment as he drifts off to sleep in Dellie's arms.
Her scent wraps around us, cocooning us in floral comfort.
"Everything okay, lovely? Was it okay… did you like playing like that?" I murmur, keeping my voice low so I don't wake Seb, trying not to let her see just how scared I am of the possibility that I misread something.
Her smile is warm. "I haven't played a game like that before. But… I think it was fun. Yes."
Despite the warmth of her expression, the skin on her thighs is mottling, so I pull the duvet over the three of them. There are goosebumps on Dellie's exposed arm, where the duvet isn't quite big enough to reach, so I tug another discarded blanket free, and drape it over her exposed flesh, and turn away to go and get the other things I need for their aftercare.
