Page 35 of Alpha's Two Omegas

And, yeah, my knot.

I still couldn’t get over that. I’d never knotted anyone before, mostly because I was, and always had been, in love with Alder and anyone else was just temporary. Except Ronnie. He was ours now.

The pleasure of it had been unexpected. I had been half out of my mind with lust and pleasure as Ronnie had worked himself up and down my dick, panting and writhing like a fucking fantasy and begging Alder for more…

Yeah, I had to admit that half the pleasure had been because Alder was there with us. He’d taken charge so naturally and had worked Ronnie’s body like a master. All I’d been able to do was lay there like a dildo for them to fuck themselves on and yet, somehow, it had been perfect. I hadn’t known that was what I wanted. I’d always tried to be a good alpha for whoever I was fucking at the time, even if I’d made it clear before we started that this was a one-night-only, means-nothing, no-strings way of getting us both off. It was just that people expected alphas to take charge and rut into them and growl, and I’d tried my best but it hadn’t been anywhere near as good as last night.

Last night, I hadn’t had to pretend to be anything other than myself. Alder already knew me as well as I knew myself and Ronnie somehow managed to fit perfectly between us. I’d been so close to coming the entire time, so overwhelmed by the feeling of those two omegas moving over me and touching me and gliding up and down my dick…

Damn, I really needed to stop thinking about sex with my omegas while I was at work. I was getting hard and it was going to take a lot of effort to make my dick go down. The memory of my knot filling Ronnie was lingering like a sun-spot in my mind, keeping me constantly right on the edge of arousal. I’d never felt anything like it.

I might not be the most aggressive alpha or the most possessive, but something primal inside me reared up at the thought of knotting my omegas. They weremine. I’d fill them with my dick, my knot, my seed…

There was a sudden silence around me in the shop and Ronnie and Wilfred both looked over at me.

Wilfred looked concerned. “Is something wrong, Ty? Are you feeling well?”

“Yes.” I blinked at them. “I’m fine.”

“It’s just you were growling.”

Oh. Oops.

“Just thinking, that’s all.”

I tried to get my mind out of the gutter and focus on work. We were back, doing another photo shoot for Sunflower Smiles and Ronnie was in his element. This whole thing had been his idea. He’d said that the shop wasn’t just about selling products, it was about making them, too. Hand-crafting everything with love. It was about Wilfred.

Ronnie had wanted to capture some photographs of Wilfred working and, after a little persuasion, he’d agreed. He was currently wearing his big apron and was absolutely covered in clay, with a streak of it across his cheek and happiness in his eyes.

He really loved what he did here.

Ronnie brought his camera over to me and showed me the image on the screen. It was a perfect shot of Wilfred smiling to himself as he worked, surrounded by his creations.

“It’s brilliant, kitten,” I said.

Ronnie blushed and then, to my surprise, pressed a quick kiss to my lips before hurrying back to Wilfred.

When they were both satisfied with the shots and I’d verified that I could put them on the new website, which had expanded to include much more about the artistic side of things, Ronnie began to pack away. I let him pack everything up but I’d carry the heavy equipment out to the car.

Wilfred came over to me and smiled.

“That was fun,” he said. “I felt like a model.”

“Youwerea model,” I pointed out.

“I suppose I was.” Wilfred threw his head back and laughed. “Well, it’s not a bad way to go.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ah.” He paused. It was the first time I’d ever seen Wilfred hesitate. “Well, it’s just that we’re, ahem, struggling a bit at the moment. I’m not sure we’ll… last much longer.”

At my surprise, he rushed to reassure me. “Don’t worry, Ty, your fee is already set aside and I’ll make sure Ronnie’s paid as well. We should get enough for the shop to cover all our debts and make sure everyone is paid. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to afford to pay Richard right up until the shop closed but I think we’ll manage.”

“You- you’re closing the shop? But you just paid me to design a whole new website.”

Not to mention, Wilfred had insisted on paying Ronnie, too, and Ronnie had been pleased and amazed that he could earn money doing what he loved.

“It might not come to that,” said Wilfred. “We might make it. Now we have our new website and everything.”

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