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“He picks this time—” Her words cut off when I snapped my hips into her, jolting Jack as well until he thrust deeper as well.
“He finally—” I let my weight fall onto Beatrice and latched onto the bite on Jack’s shoulder. “Fuck. Benedict,” Jack growled my name. “Again. Then her.”
From then I alternated bites between them. This was no position for a fierce and fast fuck. Our omega was too precious for that.
“More… I need your knots.” She swirled her hips as if she wanted… well, more.
“Can you…”
“Please… I need a knot.”
I pulled out, swallowing back the moan. Jack’s knot sat lower than mine, the space between the base of his cock and knot only a finger’s breadth. Mine was more, perhaps two. “Are you—”
“Do not as if I am sure… I need a knot.”
“Fine. Jack. I will knot her and then you try—”
“Yes.” He nodded as if he could read my mind and knew my intention. I thrust in, knotting her, and following me closely was Jack, his knot forcing me deeper. I rolled my hips once, not wanting to hurt her but needing to move as my body demanded.
“Vixen,” I groaned her name. “I—”
She squeezed down, almost experimentally. I felt my orgasm build like a storm gathering strength over the ocean. But I held back, not prepared for this moment to end. Then she squeezed again, more sure this time, as if she knew that all the movement must come from her because we were crammed so tight inside of her we could do nothing but endure the pleasurable torture of her hot, slick quim. My eyes sought Jack’s, but his were closed. His bottom lip caught between his teeth.
She clamped down again, then took up a steady rhythm of milking us. Though her body was trapped between our much larger ones, we alphas were at her mercy. The strength! It was almost too much. And then they became almost erratic and of different strengths. My body began to shift slightly, desperate to find that elusive sensation. I turned my head and bit down on her mate bites, uncaring if it was mine or Jack’s. Her body arched underneath me.
“Alpha… Goddess.” Beatrice shouted, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. “Good… Goddess, so full”
My balls drew up, my cock swelling, and then my climax took me. And Hells, I could feel Jack twitching cock as he came.
We lay there, shaken and sated, until Jack’s knot slipped free. He disappeared, but only long enough to bring us water and a plate of candied orange peel. “Don’t eat it all at once,” he commanded. “I’ve ordered a bath… You’ll be sore.”
“If that is the price to see the face of the Goddess, it is one I am willing to pay.”
“Then you enjoyed it?” I asked, strangely pleased that she had.
“Hmmm…”
I ran my hand along her thigh, dipping between to scoop some of the cum leaking from her. I idly brought my fingers to her, wanting her to taste our combined essences. But, when I lent close, I saw that my mate was asleep. I sucked my fingers clean.
“Asleep?” Jack asked.
“Yes… I’ll still take that bath, I think. Let her rest.”
After soaking in the tub with Jack, I lay between my lovers and knew I would do everything in my power to keep us in this blissful harmony until we drew our last breaths.
That was a piece of mysticism associated with the lovers’ circle we had not discussed yet. Careful not to disturb them, I slid out and knelt at their feet, looking over their perfect bodies and sending up some half formed pair that all the songs and stories about true mates were just that. Scraps of fiction best suited for the stage than for real life. Romeo and Juliet was playing at the Court Royal—a production rushed and incomplete because they’d begun staging it not long after Beatrice had gone to the modiste. What might seem like a tragic live story to the regular theatre goer filled me with unholy dread. They’d been a pair, Romeo giving her a lovers’ circle and by the end they were fated to die. True Mates, as they liked to call us, could not live without each other.
Even if that weren’t true in the scientific sense, the thought of living without Jack or Beatrice made my stomach twist in knots. If I lost them, then I would have lost the world.
“Pax?” Jack rolled on to his back, a hand reaching under the sheets to fist his knot—Goddess, how could he get hard after all the sex we’d had last night, I couldn’t imagine. “You going somewhere?”
“Yes. To take care of business.”
That had his hand off his cock, his eyes open, and him sitting up.
“Careful,” he hissed. “We—”
“We will talk with her about everything. But I cannot have her walking into Drexler’s.”
