Page 41 of His Bonded Omega Mate
Partofmefiguredthat a week after bonding with two new mates that I’d be used to the sight of Roan touching Tate. I wasn’t. In fact, the further we got from the bonding, the more it bothered me.
Roan reached for me and pulled me into a sweet kiss, almost as if he’d sensed my trepidation. I’d purposefully kept my side of the bond locked down tight to prevent any hurt or upset. I leaned into the kiss, pushing my misgivings aside.
Hiroshi was living his best life with the three of us, and after all he’d been through, I wanted to be that safe space for him. To be his comfort. So I kept quiet and hoped that this would all settle.
Breaking from the kiss, Roan pulled Tate from Hiroshi and continued prepping him to take his cock. Although he was acting dominant, Hiroshi had instigated this. The man was insatiable. It didn’t help that all we did was work and come home. We had to keep this as quiet as we could while the council investigated the archives of the shifter clans, packs and prides. All the kept records of bondings. We even had the elves checking their own records to see if there were any stories of poly groups. So far, there was nothing.
Hiroshi crawled into my lap. “You okay?”
I didn’t answer, just kissed him instead. He wriggled, rubbing himself against me. I sensed he wanted me inside of him, probably enjoying watching Tate getting railed by Roan. Hiroshi seemed immune to the petty jealousy that plagued me. He just found it hot.
Pushing at his head, I shoved him towards my dick. “Suck it,” I demanded.
He did as ordered and I watched as Tate maneuvered so that he was under Hiroshi’s hips, taking the omega’s cock into his mouth. He sucked him, making Hiroshi cry out. I pulled away from them before Hiroshi bit my dick and just watched them.
It didn’t take long before Roan was helping Tate get Hiroshi off. The omega’s shouts and moans showing his pleasure. He then collapsed on the bed with a radiant smile.
Unable to bear Roan having all of Tate’s focus for much longer, I swooped in, kissing my mate and working my way down his body until I had his length in my throat. I swallowed around him, making him shout and Roan groan.
Within seconds of each other, Tate and Roan came. The alpha’s knot swelled, locking him inside my mate. I still had the taste of Tate on my tongue as I pushed his leg up, shimmed onto the floor, and used my tongue and fingers to massage the knot, trying to get it to go down faster with the added stimulation.
Roan pushed his fingers into my hair as I worked him. His groans echoed through me and Tate, making my mate whimper with overstimulation.
Within minutes of my ministrations, the knot shrank, and Roan pulled free. I climbed up onto the bed, claiming my mate’s mouth. “Are you okay?” I whispered into his ear, my words only for him.
“Yeah. Just give me a minute.”
“We don’t have to.”
“I want you. I need it.”
In the corner of my eye, I saw Roan go to Hiroshi and gather him into his arms. That was how we were supposed to be.
I held Tate close, kissing every inch of flesh I could reach as I held him to me. There was this intense need to cover him in my scent. Get rid of the alpha smell that lingered on his skin.
“Come on, let’s go shower,” I urged.
Tate got to his feet with my help as Hiroshi climbed into Roan’s lap, taking the alpha inside him.
I didn’t mind them together. They were right. They fit. I just didn’t want Roan with me or Tate. The feeling was growing to the point I worried I’d say something I’d regret. It had to be temporary. Lack of sleep or something.
With Tate in my arms, I eased into the bathroom. Switching on the shower, I waited a couple of seconds for it to heat before stepping under the spray. The water was perfect. The pressure was just right for massaging away all the tension in my shoulders.
“Ash…”
“Yeah?”
“I enjoy it, but it isn’t the same as it was.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice low despite the shower.
“Being with Roan. He doesn’t feel like mine,” he confessed in an undertone. There was no way the others could listen in. They were too distracted by each other.
Not mine. There. That was what I’d been feeling put into words by my mate. My only mate.
“We still have the bond marks, though. We are still a unit.” I heard the confusion in my voice.
“They are changing. Yours are lighter.”
