Page 32 of Ember

“About that…” I paused.

Alejandro was curled in the passenger seat toward me, stroking my leg and glaring at the cars passing us.

“I, uhhh, accidentally set off a rut. Alejandro’s hanging on by the thread of me not wanting to get knotted in the supply closet.”

Alejandro growled; whether because I mentioned knotting or because I mentioned being uncomfortable, I wasn’t sure. Fresh wetness poured out of my pussy at the sound of the throaty noise and I wondered how bad it would be to just pull over and let him fuck me in the back seat.

Silence on the other end.

West. West’s comfort. “I’m so sorry. You can leave? Hang back? Join in? I don’t know. I didn’t mean for you two to meet like this.”

West started laughing. “It’s fine, my love. Only you could set off a rut so quickly. I want to stay unless you want him all to yourself.”

“Oh, yes, stay. We’ll tag-team him.”

The drive wasn’t that long but I was so hot by the end of it I was ready to sayfuck itand make West meet us by the side of the road.

I pulled in, put the car in park, and dragged Alejandro inside.

He pulled up short when he saw West.

West was standing in the middle of the living room with his arms crossed over his chest. My omega had amazing biceps, and I wandered closer to lick them.

West smelled like milk and honey, the scent sweet. He was aroused too, even if he was scowling hard enough to turn someone to stone.

Alejandro eyed him, blinking rapidly. “West?” he said, his voice a rasp. It had to have been difficult to pull his thoughts together enough to use actual words.

“Yes,” West said, dropping his arms.

“Omega,” Alejandro purred, his eyes glazing over again. “Mine.”

West’s nostrils flared, scenting Alejandro. He swallowed hard, his body shifting.

Alejandro stepped forward slowly, like West would spook. I was pleased to see him eying West as though he wanted to strip him too. He paused half a foot away when West tensed.

I waited to see if Alejandro would come over all bossy, yanking West into a kiss. And if West would be okay with that.

Alejandro kept eyeing him, looking around almost frantically.

The alpha took another step forward and West tensed again. I saw the moment his body language shifted from desire to bordering on discomfort.

Alejandro must have seen that too, because he gave a soothing purr.

And then he knelt down.

West’s scent exploded, almonds bursting out of the milk and honey. Heat rippled through me, and I stifled a whimper.

Alejandro slowly brought his hands up to West’s thighs, still purring. “Omega,” he rasped, a prayer or a plea. Like West was a dark god, and Alejandro a supplicant.

The power of it rushed through me, and West relaxed more, his scent blooming more than I’d scented in a long time. Certainly not with an alpha.

Alejandro held West’s gaze and ran his hands up his thighs, and West made a small, strangled noise that sounded so much louder in the hushed quiet of the room.

Slowly Alejandro stroked his hands over West’s stomach. He leaned forward, lifting his shirt to reveal a small slice of skin. West watched him, unable to take his gaze off Alejandro. Seeing them together made my own perfume bloom, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted both of them touching me at the same time, or if I just wanted to watch. Both thoughts made me clench with need. This was better than any fantasy I could have imagined.

Alejandro licked the exposed bit of skin, and West let out a ragged breath. Slowly, slowly, Alejandro licked his way over West’s stomach. My omega did so well, holding himself rigidly, still scowling, debating if the supplicant would become a sacrifice or accepted.

I wasn’t sure myself.

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