Page 29 of Broken Bonds
The first time Todd hooked me up to a milker I thought I’d died and ended up in the afterlife. A good one.
Since then, there have been a few times where if I’ve been working too much or Jax thinks I need a break, he’ll surprise me by bringing me over and letting Todd have me for a whole evening. Especially near full moons. I mean, overall it’s bullshit that shifters change on full moons. But there is something strong about the pull of a full moon that sends my already healthy libido soaring. Not a fraction as much as a mating heat, though.
When I’m in a mating heat, most of the time I don’t even know, let alone care, who it is Jax waves in to fuck me. Fortunately, my hubby and my pack watch out for those of us who experience deep heats.
Within five minutes, I’m shooting off and my moans make Jax fill my mouth, while my ass squeezing Todd’s cock makes him shoot.
He doesn’t pull out though as he laughs, slapping my ass. “That was a fast one, huh? Not getting off that easy.”
“No, he’s not,” Jax groans, not going all the way soft.
He loves watching me like this, sitting back and relaxing and taking his own brief mental vacation while I’m helpless and needy and squirming.
Being pack Alpha isn’t easy. At all. But he’s been friends with Todd since they were kids, and fuck buddies since they were adults, and Todd is one of the few people besides me Jax feels comfortable fully letting his guard down around.
Not that Jax doesn’t fuck me well—he absolutely does, and even if we didn’t have playmates like this I’d still be satisfied with only my hubby.
Thankfully, Jax loves and trusts me enough to let me safely play with others so there’s no frustration for anyone. A couple of our omegas are mated to Alphas who only let them play with others during their mating heats or initiations, and while they love their spouses, I know they wish they had a little more leeway like many of us do.
I feel Todd’s cock twitching inside my ass, flexing, also not going completely soft, just a little less hard. He reaches down and tugs on his balls. “I needed that,” he gasps. “I went easy on you that time. This next one will rattle your teeth.”
I moan around Jax’s cock, my cock throbbing as my passion kicks in again.
Mostly a moan of anticipation, because this isn’t my first time being rutted by the massive elk, and now with his first one out of the way he’ll be good for at least another twenty minutes of pounding before I get a breather.
He pulls out. While I can’t see him, I know he’s adding more lube and swapping out the condom. Between my heats I’m not usually slick enough I can go without lube.
Then Todd’s back, slamming his cock into me now that I’m loose and ready for him, making me moan around Jax’s cock.
That earns me a head-scratch from my hubby. “Good boy,” Jax coos. “You’ve earned this reward. Just lie there and enjoy it.”
Oh, believe me, I do and I will.
I mean, seriously, oh no, I have to lie here, securely strapped down, filled with cock at both ends while a milker drains my balls?
Uh, yes, please!
I hope to finally talk Jax into trying for a pup at my next heat. My heats are fairly predictable, so it’d give us time to prepare. Once we have a baby, our playtime sessions like this will be extremely curtailed. A couple of years ago I thought I had him talked into it, but I didn’t catch that heat, and he backed off wanting to try again.
I didn’t push him. I’ve never had a “I have to have a baby or I’m a failure” mindset some omegas get stuck in, but I do want at least one pup. Besides, while I’m not a wolf, I’m still a canine, and mixed canine babies aren’t rare, even though it’s always easiest when both partners are the same species. And there’s a good chance our baby won’t be a shifter.
But right now?
Right now, a deep, blissful orgasmic fog swirls through my mind, the rest of the world falling away as I am forced to lie here and feel and enjoy.
Jax scratches my head again. “Oooh, yes, I will absolutely be fucking you while you fuck that new pup. With my hand around your throat and me whispering dark and dirty things in your ear.”
I didn’t realize I was so close to the edge and I moan as the second orgasm is forced out of me, between Todd’s cock gliding against my sweet spot and the undeniable pull of the milker.
Jax’s fingers tighten on the back of my head as he leans in. “We’re not leaving here until you’re milked dry, baby,” he rumbles. “Because I’m going to lock you up for the next week and let Todd bend you over every time you stop by to pick up the new pup.” I whimper. “That’s right,” Jax continues. “If you can come while I fuck you or he fucks you, that’s fine. But the next time your cock’s unlocked, you’ll be strapped down just like this. Settle in, because this will be your life for the next few weeks until after the new pup’s initiation.”
He darkly chuckles. “I want you so worked up that when you finally fuck that pup he’ll absolutely know his place, and so will everyone else.”
He’s done this to me before when we’ve had a new member and Todd hosts them.
And it’s hotter than fucking hell.
“You just want to give everyone else Shawn’s sloppy seconds and make sure every damned Alpha—and everyone else—smells like Shawn and remembers their place in this pack,” Todd grits out as he starts shifting gears and his rut takes hold.
