Page 38 of Hidden Fates

Skye growls when our Beta pulls away from her pussy. It’s so damn adorable it makes my lips itch to shift into a smile.

“Just before I sent the distress call. So not long.”

“Good,” Sly comments, grabbing a fistful of Bellamy’s hair and dragging him into a sloppy kiss. “Mmmm, delicious.”

“Alpha.” Skye protests, hand slapping the mattress as she wiggles closer to Sterling. He lets Bellamy go and meets her halfway. His fingers pinch her chin, thumb brushing her jaw as he tilts her head back and kisses her slowly.

Bee uses the distraction to his advantage and pulls his fingers from her pussy. Clenching them into a fist, he holds her waist down and works his way inside her, stretching her the same way my knot would.

Skye shouts, writhing between them.

“Shhh, you can take it, my precious girl,” Sly coaxes, his hand dropping to cup one of her breasts. He rolls her peaked nipple between his fingers, adding pleasure to the hint of pain.

Bellamy shifts back as he sucks on her clit. I grab his hips and rub against him, leaving a trail of pre-cum across the back of his thigh. One cheek in each hand, I spread him wide and dump more lube onto his hole.

Sliding into him is easy until I reach the base where my knot has started to swell. He pants and groans as I fuck him, matching the pace of his fist moving in and out of Skye’s pussy.

“Knot,” she pleads, licking across Sly’s chest and flicking his nipples. “Please. Knot.”

Grabbing Bellamy around the waist, I ease his arm out of her and pull him into a kneeling position, shifting deeper into his ass.

“What a good brat you are, taking care of our Omega.”

“I want a knot too,” he whimpers, bouncing against me.

Sterling shifts over Skye. She’s tiny beneath him; her head only reaching his shoulder when they stand side-by-side. One leg wraps around his waist, the other lifts over his arm, giving us the perfect view as he lines up and sinks inside her.

Wet sounds fill the room as he slides in and out of her, slick leaking around his length as her body goes into overdrive, craving an Alpha’s knot and cum.

When Skye begs for more, her nails dragging down Sterling’s shoulders, I pick Bellamy up by the thighs and move us closer. “While your Alpha takes his time enjoying your sweet pussy, your Beta is going to fuck your throat,” I tell her.

Wrapping my fist around his length, I guide him to her mouth, rubbing pre-cum across her lips before they part and he slides inside.

Meeting Sterling’s eyes, we both start to move. Rough, deep thrusts. I lose control first, hands gripping Bellamy’s hips tight enough to bruise as I pound into him. Each thrust pushes him into Skye’s mouth, leaving him a mindless mess as he drowns in pleasure.

“Your ass must be the gateway to hell with how hot it is.”

Bellamy chokes out a half laugh-half groan as I slip my arm under his and clamp my hand onto his shoulder, locking him in place. Shallow thrust after shallow thrust, I push the rest of my knot in until it snaps into place and swells, sending torrents of euphoria through my body.

He comes, flooding Skye’s mouth, and shaking in my arms, nonsensical pleas falling from his lips.

I flutter kisses across the top of his back, shallowly shifting my cock until I find my release. “That’s it, brat, taking my cum like a good boy.”

Releasing his hip, I press my palm to his lower stomach, feeling the way it swells as I continue to come.

Sterling flips onto his back, taking Skye with him. Her hair falls around her shoulders, light skin flushed pink and covered in sweat. He holds her up so he can pound into her several times before pulling her down on his knot. It locks into place with an audible pop smothered by her wanton scream.

Careful not to pull too much, I shift Bellamy and me to our sides. He lays his head on Sterling’s chest next to Skye’s. They exchange sleepy kisses, their hands twined and their bonds humming with satisfaction.

Her eyes are clear, the haze from the mini-heat fading. It may spike later tonight, or this might be the end; we never know until she tells us it’s over.

My cock softens and I slip from Bellamy’s ass, pecking his lips when he winces as my cum floods out of him. “Don’t move. I’ll clean us up.”

Rinsing the sweat and cum from my skin, I grab three rags and bring them with me, taking the time to carefully clean each of my mates so they don’t wake feeling sticky and gross in the morning.

When I’m done, I throw them in the laundry and grab the things Sly brought upstairs. I crawl back to where my mates are lying, gather Skye’s hair, and slip the satin bonnet onto her head. She doesn’t stir, too exhausted from the heat and the sex.

Bellamy takes his from my hand, but Sterling can’t move to gather his braids, so I take over and do it for him. Securing the tie at the front so he can sleep comfortably. “Thank you.” He kisses me deeply, tired golden eyes shining with adoration.