Without realizing that I’ve grabbed myself, I feel the bulge of my knot beneath my palm and quickly replicate her squeezing movement. I lose the breath in my throat and freeze, focusing on the mix of relief and pleasure.
“Keep going, Briar. Don’t get distracted now.”
Focusing back on them, I whisper a curse. Briar’s abandoned his knot in exchange for taking his shaft into her hand. Tongue lapping at the third rung of his ladder, she guides his cock toward her, the tip leaking so fiercely cum leaks down to pool on her tongue.
She pulls it into her mouth and moans, eyes closing. “Three.”
“One more, Petal. One more and you can have more cum in your belly.”
It’s all she needs to hear. When her tongue meets the fourth set of piercings, she moves so close to the edge of the bench her ass hangs off. Sparks fill Ronan’s eyes as he steers her by the hair to take his tip into her mouth.
“That’s four. Now, take what you need, omega.”
In a blink, she sinks down the first few inches. A gag fills the air before she shifts, a hand wrapping around Ronan to grab at his ass.
“Oh, shit,” he grunts, palming the back of her head.
I squeeze myself again, wetness building inside my underwear. My balls ache, the weight of my knot nearly unbearable.
Briar sucks on the cock offered to her, gaining another inch every time she lowers her head. Tears leak down her cheeks, and the wet sound of her mouth fills the air. Ronan’s caramel scent isstrong, trying to smother my vanilla. Neither of us is any match for the sickly sweet lemon-sugar scent coming from Briar.
Each inhale makes me gush more, my knot expanding too big for its constraints. Ronan knows it too. He tenses his jaw and glances at me while encouraging Briar to take him deeper, the third rung of his ladder disappearing into her mouth.
“You’re doing so good, Briar. I know what you need. My sweet little omega wasn’t satisfied with just an orgasm, was she? You need a belly full of your mate’s cum to soothe you. Landon just wasn’t up for the task.”
A feral noise builds in my chest and escapes before I can stop it. The challenge bites at me as the vision of my omega choking on his cock burns my eyes. It should be me feeding her what she needs.
Scent-matched pairs are said to have so many benefits that I forgot about this one. I’ve spent so long refusing to believe that she could be mine—ours—that I let her needs escape me.
An alpha’s cum has substantial benefits to their omega during heat, providing not only comfort but hormones meant to soothe, heal, and give enough sustenance to keep energy levels up without needing to break for food.
I never thought she would need that already or that it would even work. But if Ronan’s helps, then . . . Fuck. No, I’m not going there right now.
Briar whimpers and rubs her thighs together. I don’t need to look between them to know she’s soaked, slick dripping onto the floor. The scent of it is everywhere, trying to coax me to join them.
“You’re gorgeous, Briar. I look at you and can’t believe you’re our omega. Never imagined you’d be here sucking my cock and needing me the way you are. The way I need you,” Ronan murmurs, dragging a hand to her throat, over the bulgingmuscle. “Don’t stop. I’ll give you what you need. What only I can give you.”
It’s another dig.
“She needs to come,” I snap, gripping my shaft in a brutal grip.
“Does she?”
Briar makes a needy noise and buckles down, taking even more of Ronan’s cock into her throat. She strokes what she can’t fit and traces nails along his knot, teasing him.
“I’m busy,” he adds when I don’t answer.
I roll my jaw, fully aware of what he’s doing but unable to help myself. “Move her.”
“How?”
“Put her on her back.”
He smirks, knowing he’s got me hooked. Even as he eases Briar from his dick and she cries out at the loss, he doesn’t hide his smugness.
“Don’t stop,” she slurs, shaking her head.
The dazed look in her eyes would be concerning if it weren’t for the heat spike. It’ll only get worse when she’s in heat for real, and fuck me, I know I can’t be anywhere near her when that happens.