Page 32 of Forbidden Taste
We’re not under the haze of Riley’s first spike, no frantic heat driving us—this is me, following my instincts. I’m fully hard again, my cock straining against my jeans, slick gathering at my hole, my mind warring between dominant or submissive, Alpha or Omega, the Zeta in me twisting it all into a tangle I can’t unravel.
The kiss deepens, my tongue sweeping Hawk’s, possessive now, my hands reaching for his pants, fingers hooking into the waistband, ripping them down his legs in one rough pull once he straightens them. The fabric pools at his knees, and he lets out a pleasurable growl that rumbles through the nest, Riley mewling in response, a soft, needy sound that sparks fire down my spine.
Sitting back, I admire Hawk’s naked body, his cock jutting out, pre-cum beading at the tip. I’m still not sure if I want to get fucked, to feel him inside me, or do the fucking, to claim him, sink into him until we’re both lost. The need’s overwhelming causing me to freeze, my gaze locked on him as if he would have the answers I need.
Hawk throws me a sultry grin, rising up onto his knees and then slowly turning his back to me, presenting to me like Riley had done yesterday. It’s one of the most submissive positions an Alpha can take aside from kneeling before me, his puckered hole staring back at me. My instincts are raging at me to take him, to use him, to show him who he belongs to. But I’m also worried that I won’t do this right.
Riley has no such qualms. “Well, that’s a pretty sight,” he murmurs, his hands sliding up my chest, his lips brushing my jaw, his scent sweetening, urging me on. “God, I can only imagine how ourAlpha is going to feel with that fat cock stuffed in his ass, sweetie.” He reaches to the edge of the nest, a small stand I didn’t notice before, and swipes a small bottle. “I’m going to open him up for you, okay? And then I’m going to watch you fuck our Alpha.”
He glances over at Hawk, the Alpha nodding, giving Riley permission. He’s submitting to both of us, my hands fisting on my thighs as I watch Riley squirt a healthy amount of lube on his fingers. Then he slips them between Hawk’s cheeks, the Alpha letting out a heavy groan, his back arching and pushing his ass higher up into the air. The only thoughts in my mind are how gorgeous he is and how much I need these jeans anywhere else but on me.
I strip, returning to my kneeling position, one hand on my cock, stroking as I watch Riley slowly open him up. It’s an erotic scene, Riley’s fingers slipping into the Alpha’s ass, Hawk rocking back and forth against the intrusion. It’s when Riley holds the small bottle toward me, squirting lube on my fingers that the dynamic changes.
“He’s going to need you, sweetie. My fingers aren’t nearly as large as yours. I also want to watch your face when his ass squeezes those digits. It’s glorious.”
Their encouragement is everything I need as I take up the spot Riley had, taking my time, my fingers tracing, teasing, loving the guttural sounds he pushes out. When I slip a finger inside, he clenches around, almost sucking me in further. Hawk gasps, his hips rocking back to coax me further, “Damn, your fingers are thick too. God, I love them.” Smooth words spill from his lips, guiding me—“Right there, babe, twist a little, fuck, yeah”—and I follow, my confidence growing until my desire to fuck him is overwhelming.
Riley’s voice cuts through my thoughts, his hand sliding up my chest. “I think he’s ready, sweetie,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “Show him how wonderful that cock is, hmm?”
I position myself directly behind Hawk, my cock slick with precum. Hawk’s hole glistens, slick with lube, and he glances back, desire overriding every other emotion. “We don’t have to be what society tells us,” he says. “Fuck me like you want to, Leo. You’re okay to want this.”
I inch forward, the head of my cock pressing against him, breaching that tight ring. He’s so much tighter than Riley, a ragged groan tearing from my throat as my hands find his hips, fingers digging into the lean muscle. Riley squeaks, a soft, needy sound, as Hawk drags him under his chest, their lips crashing together, Riley’s arousal exploding in the air. I keep pushing, inch by inch, the stretch like nothing I would have imagined, Hawk’s body yielding to me, and when I’m fully seated, my knot swells, pressing against his rim, testing the give.
“Fuck, that feels amazing, baby.”
Confidence surges as I fuck into him, my hands gripping his waist, pulling him back to meet each thrust. “Harder, baby,” he pushes out, his voice dripping with lust, “there you go, let me feel it.” I oblige, my hips snapping forward, the rhythm building—sensual, erotic, like a dance, Hawk swaying between us, his body fluid and graceful even now.
Riley’s soft noises fill the air, and I glance down, my breath catching as I see Hawk’s hips rocking into Riley, his cock buried in Riley’s ass, the three of us moving together, scents blending, a tangle of heat and want.
I’m embarrassingly close, my knot swelling further, my thrusts faltering as pleasure coils tight in my gut, and then Hawk says it—words I never thought I’d hear. “Knot me.” I still, my cock buried deep, my knot pressing against his entrance as my mind screams that this is all wrong, every instinct I’ve ever known crashingagainst this moment. Hawk twists around, briefly meeting my gaze. “It’s the best fucking feeling, being stretched like that—knot me.”
I sit back, pulling out halfway, my chest heaving, everything in me shouting that Alphas don’t take knots, that this can’t be right. I didn’t grow up that way–my entire family unconventional at best but sometimes my biological instincts override everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve experienced and tell me that I’m supposed to submit. I’m constantly struggling for no other reason that I’ve never had an Alpha give into me. Hawk chases me, climbing into my lap, straddling my thighs, his hands framing my face.
“Leo, you are allowed to have everything you want in this world. Do you want to knot me?”
“But you’re an Alpha.” My hands hovering over his hips, unsure.
“And you’re a Zeta,” he counters. “Labels don’t matter in this room. I want your knot. I want you to stretch me so fucking good. Do you want that?” His words sink in, a challenge and a plea. I nod, my hands finding his waist, guiding him onto his back.
I slide back into his ass, the warmth in his eyes staring back. Watching him work my knot inside of him, his ass stretching to accommodate me is everything.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he murmurs, “So thick, babe, stretch me, fill me up. Almost there, baby, fuck, yes.”
And then it’s in, my knot swelling hard and fast, locking us together, the pressure overwhelmingly perfect as he strangles my cock. I come a second later, a scream tearing from my throat, my hands clamping onto his hips as I spill inside him.
Hawk’s come splatters across my chest, his own groan mingling with mine before he drags Riley over, their lips crashing together. His hand wraps around Riley’s cock, stroking rough and fast,Riley’s whimpers erupting into the nest, his release spilling over Hawk’s fingers, his body trembling as he sags against Hawk’s side.
The sight of them beneath me is gorgeous, my hips still working, rocking against Hawk’s ass. A knot isn’t made for an Alpha, mine quickly deflating, cum and slick pooling between us as my own ass clenches around nothing. I fall to his other side, face buried in the crook of his neck, sated and less confused than I have been all day.
Hawk gasps, his chest heaving, his voice rough with awe. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. Holy shit, I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”
“That was okay?” I ask, propping my head up to search his expression.
“It was perfect, baby.” Hawk twists to look over at Riley, the Omega’s lids already sliding closed. “And you, sweetheart, taste like fucking honey.”
There’s a beat of silence before I gather up the courage to voice one last thought. “Is it okay if I hold you?” I murmur, one of my hands hovering over Hawk’s stomach, wanting them both—needing them close. “Both of you?”
Riley hums, popping up off Hawk’s side and crawling over us to slot himself against my chest. “A cuddle puddle? Fuck yes.”
