Page 39 of Forbidden Taste
“Holy fuck, that’s good,” Riley murmurs, one of his hands still tangled in mine, tightening as Leo’s thrusts heighten in speed and force, the small Omega being pushed up every time Leo sinks into his ass. His moans start to bounce off the walls, his head thrown back, lips parted as Leo dives in for a kiss.
It’s an erotic dance to watch, Leo letting out the most adorable frustrated sounds as if he needs more. Riley squeezes my hand tighter, managing to catch my gaze before his lids shut, pleasure taking over.
“Alpha, he needs your knot,” he pushes out, his voice raw. Leo drags one of his legs up over his hips. “He’s not going to let go of me, but he needs you. Fuck, sweetie, I’m going to come but don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
Leo doesn’t even falter, leaning down to take the bite on Riley’s neck between his lips as I settle behind our Zeta. I place a gentle hand on his back, letting him know that I’m there, not wanting to terrify him. I wait for his permission, his thrusts slowing as his back arches just the slightest and then I hear it. “Please.”
God, I’m not going to last long, that soft plea on his lips as I surge inside of him. His ass tightens around me, Riley and I smothering him between us, Riley’s whines rising—a high, sweet melody against Leo’s low growls. I press my chest to Leo’s back, my lips brushing his shoulder as Riley clings to his arms. “God, you’re so beautiful, sweetie,” he murmurs, his tone thick with awe, “so damn gorgeous like this. Are you going to fill me up while Hawk knots you? Yeah?”
His words ignite something in Leo—his sounds a mixture of snarls and purrs, a wild, wholly Zeta noise that rumbles through me, vibrating where our bodies connect, and I groan, my hips snapping harder, my knot swelling, nudging his entrance.
I knot him—pushing forward, stretching him wide, locking us together—and Leo cries out, a ragged scream as they both come, scents thickening until I’m suffocated by sugar and spice, pleasure thrumming through me. I nearly flop onto both of my mates, before having just enough sense to pull Leo to his side, his cock bobbing as he slides out of Riley.
Leo’s asleep in minutes, cute snores permeating the nest as I catch my breath, my gaze falling on the Omega now sprawled out beside us.
“If it’s going to be three days of this,” I muse, “It’s going to be a wonderful rollercoaster.” My body’s already heavy, my muscles aching, but it’s a good ache, a fullness I wouldn’t trade.
A giggle falls from Riley’s lips as he rolls onto his side facing us, snuggling up against Leo’s chest. “I’m all for it,” he pushes out, his voice breathy and strained. “I didn’t know where I’d fit during his heat but fuck, it’s like he goes harder when he’s not holding back. I might be spent after three days but I think I like this version of Leo.”
I’m definitely in agreement there. I press a soft kiss to the back of Leo’s neck, hovering there for several seconds before speaking again. “How was dinner?” I don’t particularly want to bring up the topic but I also want to make sure that Riley is okay, that he’s safe.
Riley offers me a small smile over Leo’s shoulder. “I walked out. Told them I had mates to attend to.”
I tilt my head, concern flickering in my chest. “And you’re okay?”
Riley’s eyes soften, his lips curving faintly, and he shakes his head. “Can we talk about that later? I’m safe and I’m hoping that stuff is behind me but I don’t… I don’t want to deal with it right now.” He sits up a little, leaning over Leo’s shoulder for a kiss. I gladly oblige, tasting the sweet honey on his lips.
“Let’s take care of our Zeta and figure everything else out later.”
Riley curls in closer, burying his head in Leo’s chest as I reciprocate, my lips grazing along his neck, imagining a moment when my bite is on his shoulder, a claim that will show the world that he’s mine, that he’s loved, that he’s perfect just the way he is.
twenty-eight
LEO
I finally am able to focus nearly 36 hours later, soft light filtering through curtains, revealing the mess of the nest I built. My entire body aches, every muscle tender, the slightest movement making me groan. Hawk’s sprawled over my side, his arm slung across my chest, his dark hair tickling my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck. Riley’s lower, curled against my hip, his lips encircling my cock, lightly sucking, a gentle pull that sends a shudder ripping through me. I brace myself, my hands fisting the sheets, my breath hitching, and then I come suddenly, a low groan spilling from my throat as my release floods his mouth.
Riley wakes sputtering, his eyes flying open, his voice rough with sleep and surprise. “I thought that was a dream,” he says, coughing, a grin breaking across his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, cum dripping onto his chin and then rolling down his neck.
Laughter erupts between us, Hawk joining in when he catches sight of Riley covered in my release. “I think it’s time for breakfast. I tried feeding the both of you but it seems I’ve found some very stubborn mates. Showers and food is in order. Let’s go,” he purrs, a command in his voice as he stands up and then helps me to my feet.
My body protests every movement as he guides me to the bathroom, Riley trailing behind, his steps nearly as sluggish as mine but the bond between us is bright. Hawk starts the shower first, gently washing us down, caresses every sore part, every raw patch of skin with a care I didn’t think an Alpha had.
By the time he’s run the bath, helping us inside, I’m seconds away from falling asleep again, Riley curling up against my chest beneath the bubbles.
My Omega presses a soft kiss to my jaw, my arms tightening around him. “That was one hell of a nest,” he teases.
“I didn’t know what the fuck was going on,” I admit, a faint laugh threading through my words. “Just that it needed to be soft. It’s not pretty, but it’s mine.” There’s a pride in that, a piece of me I didn’t know I had until it took over.
“Yeah, it was.”
Hawk disappears and returns with a small charcuterie board full of fresh fruits and cheeses. “You both look like you’re about to pass out so I decided a few finger foods would be best until you’re awake enough to stomach more.” He places the tray on the edge of the tub before sliding in next to me, his thigh pressing to mine.
He leans in for a kiss, a quiet claim that stirs the aftereffects of my heat, still riding me hard. I give it back, eagerly despite the exhaustion, my hand finding his jaw, holding him there, needing the connection. “How are you feeling?”
I shift, the ache in my muscles flaring, and let out a breath. “I thought it’d be worse, not being in control but I don’t hate it. I’m just… I’ll be happy not to have one for a while.” That primal need driving me wasn’t the worst sensation but I’ve spent so long being in control that I’d rather not experience that sensation every three months or however often it’s supposed to happen.
Riley giggles, his head tilting against my shoulder. “There’s blockers and everything for that but, uh, just fair warning—my heat’s supposed to hit a week or two after graduation. It might be all fucked up now, but…” His words trail off, a grin tugging at his lips, and Hawk snorts, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through the water.
