He stares back, flushed and breathless as the rest of us are. Something wordless passes between us in that moment. I want his permission, and the game we’re playing means he isn’t going to give it to me.
“Color?” River rasps.
“Green, oh god, green, please.”
When he opens his lips again, I know what he’s going to do.
I nod, a tiny confirmation of my consent. It’s all he needs.
“Don’t come.”
His alpha bark rings through the room, the commandwrapping itself around my mind in a tight grip, telling me to be a good omega and listen.
I don’t.
His demand is simple to resist when I know what he really wants from me.
I shatter, his name a sharp cry slicing through the air between us.
31
The lookof sheer pleasure on River’s face as I come will be etched in my brain forever. He holds my gaze as I ride out my orgasm for as long as he can, before his head tips back and he lets out a deep groan, his thrusts faltering as he comes.
I’m so awash with sensation and the thrill of seeing River break, that I almost miss how Ambrose gasps, and curses. His body trembles as River keeps him held in place, and I can’t see it from this angle, but I’ve heard him make those sounds enough before to know he’s coming.
The air buzzes with the electric current of what we did together. River strokes his hand up and down Ambrose’s back, and I caress the older alpha’s hair as he looks up at me from between my thighs. His expression is blissful, despite his face being coated with my slick and his ass filled with cum. Or maybe because of that. It’s a side of him I’ve never seen, and a strange sense of gratitude swells within me.
My eyes meet River’s again, and there’s a hesitant smile on his lips. Maybe it’s not great that he has a pipeline into my emotions after bonding me, but in this moment, I can see thathe understands that gratitude. I don’t need to be able to feel his emotions in return to tell he’s just as grateful for this amazing alpha giving up control and for being able to grant him a respite.
We bask in the aftermath of our pleasure for a moment longer, then River pulls out of his mate carefully. His cock is still half-hard and glistening with my slick and streaks of his own cum, and he grimaces a little at the mess that they’ve made of the pillow under Ambrose’s knees. The older alpha rights himself, pulling back from where his face was pressed between my legs to give me a sated smile. I smile back, getting lost in how good he looks all loose and relaxed like this.
River glances between us, then down at the splatter of Ambrose’s cum on the floor. He shakes his head. “We’re going to have to work on that.” His tone is stern, but his eyes glitter with delight.
“Sorry, sir,” Ambrose says, looking only slightly penitent.
River grips the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss that has Ambrose smiling and flushing.
The tattooed alpha moves between my thighs. “And what about you, angel?”
He keeps calling me that.Angel. Is that really how he sees me? Some divine creature instead of the omega who upended his life?
“I don’t want to lie,” I murmur, heat still simmering under my skin, tempered but not doused.
“You wanted to disobey your alpha?” River asks, gripping my spread thighs.
My breath hitches. “Yes.”
He cocks a brow at me. “Why? Are you a brat, omega?”
I shake my head, cheeks flushing. “No. I want to be good. But I want to please you even more. And I could feel in your bark that you didn’t want me to listen.”
A purr starts in River’s chest. Ambrose chuckles. “I think you’ve met your match.”
I expect him to protest, but River’s purr deepens. “You’re both perfect.”
After he cleans himself up,it takes River fucking me on the chair that’s now so coated with fluid that they’re going to have to throw it away, and Ambrose knotting me in the shower while River gave us filthy encouragement for my heat spike to abate. We’re snuggled together on Ambrose’s bed, me sandwiched between the alphas as they purr and pet me lazily, and it’s amazing, but there’s something missing.Someone.
“Are you okay?” River’s voice cuts through the peaceful silence.