Page 24 of Love in Excess

I tug Celeste against my chest to press a kiss to her head, my Omega letting out a little hum of contentment before settling again. The other side of the bed is empty, Lincoln absent. A quick perusal of the apartment reveals Lincoln sitting beside his kitchen counter, a small mug resting beside him. I straighten up and stretch, a faint throb in my thigh reminding me that Istill need to go get that patched up. Maybe this afternoon. Or tomorrow.

Hazel-green eyes watch as I slip from the bed and make my way across the hardwood floor. “Hey, you okay?”

He nods, his gaze flicking to the bed before coming back to rest on my face. “Yeah,” he says, his voice quiet but steady. “Just… processing.”

Jasmine whines softly and pads over to the bed, curling up at Celeste’s feet. Her tail thumps once, then stills, and I can’t help but smile. That dog’s as gone for her as we are. I step closer to Lincoln, my hand finding his shoulder, and before I think too much, I pull him into a hug, my arms wrapping around him. It takes him a minute before he melts against me, his head resting against my chest, his breath warm against my skin. My fingers cradle the back of his neck, his soft hair brushing my skin, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing.

“I didn’t tell you how proud I am of you,” I murmur, my lips close to his ear. “How I love that you gathered her up without hesitation. How you’ve protected her, even when you weren’t ready to call her yours.”

He sighs and pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes searching my expression. “I can feel it. I know you’re mine. Both of you. I just…”

“You’re waiting for the other shoe to drop,” I finish. “This isn’t that kind of relationship. If you want to walk out that door, Lincoln, and if things don’t work out, I get it. But I’m not going anywhere.”

His brow furrows, his lips parting like he’s trying to find the words. “How can you be so sure of me?” he asks.

I lean closer, my thumb brushing the base of his neck. “Because you’re mine. And I don’t give that title out lightly. I also don’t take back my words.”

His eyes soften, and I can’t hold back anymore. I lean down to kiss him, my lips brushing his with a tenderness I’ve been holding back. He responds by leaning in, his hands finding my waist, fingers curling into the waistband of my boxers. The kiss deepens, my tongue grazing his, and the heat builds, a slow burn that’s both sweet and desperate.

I slide my hand down his back, pulling him flush against me, the kisses turning hungry as my teeth graze his lower lip. He makes a soft sound, a quiet moan that sends a jolt through me, and I grin against his mouth, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.

“Do you have lube?”

Lincoln lets another small, strained sound before I lean in to kiss him again, needing something to ground me. I always thought I’d fall in love with a Beta because of Celeste, but I’m beginning to realize that Lincoln was always going to be mine, just as I am his. I pull him to his feet and gently push him against the counter, loving the way he so easily melts beneath my touch.

There’s no resistance or hesitation in this moment as I reach down to cup him through his pants, Lincoln rocking into my grip. “One day, I’m going to have you fuck me,” I growl against his lips, quiet enough not to wake Celeste. “But I think you need something a little more. Tell me I’m wrong.”

Maybe I should wait until this evening or even after Celeste’s heat but some part of me is yelling to claim Lincoln, to make him understand that he belongs with us, not just beside us. Lincoln just hums into the kiss, one of his hands fumbling in a drawer before unearthing a few packets of lube.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Doc? Stretch you all out and knot you until you feel like you can’t take anymore?”

A garbled moan spills from his lips as I turn him around and bend him over the counter, gingerly taking the packet between my teeth and tearing it. I liberally coat my fingers before slidingthem between his cheeks, rimming his puckered hole, while trying to figure out how the fuck we got to this point.

It hits me then how strong Celeste’s scent truly is, the need to claim what’s mine taking over my rational thought. “Color, Doc? Shit.”

“Green. So green. I don’t even know why. Just fuck me, Alpha.”

I pause for a moment, wondering if I truly heard those words from his lips. He called me Alpha.HisAlpha. He rocks his hips back against my fingers, Lincoln relaxed enough that one slips in up to the first knuckle. Jesus Christ, he’s perfect. It isn’t long before I’m pumping another finger inside and another, Lincoln rocking back against every thrust until his scent is nearly as strong as Celeste’s.

I grip his waist as I dig out my cock and press it against his hole, the tip slipping just inside. He clenches around me, his head falling to the counter as I continue to push forward. A small sound tears my attention to the bed, Celeste sitting up with wide eyes as I sink further into Lincoln’s ass. I can smell her slick from here, despite whatever block she has on. It’s faint but there, the dim lighting in this room doing nothing to hide how turned on she is.

Yeah, we’re not getting to the station any time soon.

Once I’m fully seated, I reach forward, my fingers intertwining with his on the counter, Lincoln arching forward with a moan. I pull out and then slam back in, needing the relief, Lincoln responding by thrusting back against me. With Celeste, she’s always so pliant, so soft, so needy. With Lincoln, he responds but he also takes.

And I fucking love it.

“Look at our Omega, Doc. She’s loving this, watching you stuffed with my cock. It’s not as fancy as yours but I’m going to make you feel good, Lincoln.” Each word is edged with a growland a promise, Lincoln huffing out a grunt as he turns his head toward the bed. Celeste has this wild grin on her face as she steps off the bed and moves closer before dropping to her knees beside us.

I laugh at her insistence, her small hands moving up Lincoln’s thighs. “I want your cock in my mouth, Lincoln. Can I have it?” Her voice wobbles a bit but Lincoln just nods. I slow my thrusts so she can shuffle between Lincoln and the counter, our Beta placing a hand behind her head to keep it from banging against the cabinets.

Well,damn.

I pick up my pace again, my knot fluttering against his ass, each thrust driving me wild with the way he’s squeezing me. I’m at the end of my control, Lincoln sagging between us as Celeste hungrily sucks on him.

“If you don’t want my knot, Lincoln, I need to know now.”

“Give it to me.”

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