Now fully naked, I position myself above Theo as Ryker guides me to straddle his hips.
“He needs penetration,” Ryker explains, his voice clinical despite the obvious bulge in his pants. “Deep and consistent.”
A flicker of uncertainty must cross my face, because Jinx laughs—the sound edged with barely contained need. “Don’t worry, Glitch. Omega heats don’t work like you think. He’ll be on the receiving end for this part.”
Understanding dawns as Theo reaches between us, guiding my hand to where he needs it most—his entrance slick and ready, already stretched by his body’s preparation.
“Like this,” he demonstrates, pressing two of my fingers inside himself, his inner walls clenching greedily. “More. Can take three. Need to be full.”
I follow his guidance, astonished at how easily his body accepts the stretch. His pleasure becomes mine, a feedback loop of sensation that transcends designation boundaries.
“Now you,” Theo urges, hands reaching for me. “Need to feel you too.”
His eyes darken further as he takes in my nudity, something possessive flashing across his features. “Beautiful,” he breathes, reaching to cup my breast. “My beta. My Cayenne.”
The position becomes clear as Jinx guides me to straddle Theo’s hips, positioning me above his straining cock. The head nudges against my entrance, already slick with my own arousal—more than I’ve ever produced, another sign of how the virus has altered me.
“Ride him,” Ryker instructs, his large hands spanning my waist. “Control the depth and pace. He needs pressure and friction more than finesse right now.”
I sink down slowly, taking Theo inch by inch, watching his face transform with pleasure as our bodies join. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve experienced—not just the physical fullness, but the completeness I never knew to miss until experiencing it.
“Yes,” Theo hisses, head thrown back in pleasure as I seat myself fully. “Perfect. Move, Cayenne. Please move.”
I establish a rhythm, guided by Theo’s desperate sounds and the steady pressure of Ryker’s hands on my hips. Jinx circles us, his movements predatory and deliberate, waiting for his moment to join. The air thickens with pheromones—Theo’s heat, the alphas’ responding rut, and whatever my virus-altered body is producing—creating a feedback loop of escalating need.
Through our connection, I suddenly feel Finn more strongly—still unconscious but somehow aware. His increased presence suggests the booster is working faster than expected, his consciousness drifting closer to the surface.
Theo’s second orgasm builds visibly—his pupils contracting then widening again, his breathing ragged, his cock pulsing inside me. When he finally breaks, it’s with a cry that might be my name or Italian, his release flooding me with warmth.
I expect him to need recovery time, but his heat grants no mercy. He remains hard inside me, desperation evident in every line of his body.
“Again,” he pleads, hands clutching at my hips. “Need more. Need all of you.”
A large presence settles behind me—Ryker, his chest pressed against my back, his erection evident against my spine. “He needs more intense stimulation now,” he explains, voice tight. “And you need preparation if you’re going to take a knot.”
The words send a thrill through me. I’ve never experienced knotting—a beta limitation. But now, with the virus altering me, I find myself desperate to know that connection.
“Show me,” I manage, voice unfamiliar to my own ears—husky and commanding in a way that makes both alphas respond with visible interest.
Ryker’s hands guide me to lean forward, changing the angle of my connection with Theo while exposing my back to his attention. Something cool and slick presses against my entrance—not my core where Theo still pulses, but the tighter opening behind.
“Relax,” Ryker murmurs, working a slick finger inside with care. “I’ll make sure you’re properly prepared.”
The intrusion burns slightly, but beneath the initial discomfort blooms a new kind of pleasure—deeper, more intense, making me gasp against Theo’s chest.
“That’s it,” Ryker encourages as I rock between them, caught between Theo’s renewed thrusts and Ryker’s careful preparation. “Take your pleasure from both sides.”
Jinx appears beside us, stripped now to bare skin, his cock jutting proudly. “May I?” he asks, directing the question to Theo rather than me—a courtesy I find unexpectedly arousing.
Theo nods, reaching for him. “Want to taste you,” he says, voice slurred with pleasure. “Want all of you.”
The position requires coordination, but we find it—me straddling Theo, impaled on his cock while Ryker works me open from behind. Jinx kneeling beside Theo’s head, feeding his cock into the omega’s eager mouth.
The sight of Theo taking Jinx while still buried inside me creates a surge of heat—possessiveness and surrender tangled together. The sound Jinx makes—half growl, half whimper—suggests he feels the same overwhelming combination.
Time loses meaning as we move together, finding a rhythm that builds all our pleasures simultaneously. Ryker adds a second finger, then a third, stretching me with care even as his breathing grows ragged.
“You’re ready,” he finally pronounces, withdrawing his fingers. The emptiness feels wrong after the careful preparation.