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I approached the desk, with a flirty little smile dancing around my lips. I put down the tray, and since I was his, I leant across and placed a quick kiss on those firm lips. Talius’ face softened, and he pulled me back in for another kiss. For a moment, it was as if we were alone in the room. Then I remembered we weren’t, and my usual shy omega nature reasserted itself. Heat flushed up my neck and I hurried out of the room.

My heart was still doing a little happy dance as I rejoined Irian in the kitchen and told him what had happened.

Chapter 17

TALIUS

I leaned against the doorway, watching them. I’d come home early.

Unaware they were being observed, the two young men were kissing, bodies pressed close.

They were both about the same height, and there were many similarities about them. They were both lean, slender bodied, and favored pale t-shirts and grey sweatpants. Irian was a dark blonde, his hair a mix of all shades of gold and brown, and his skin was a pallid faintly olive colour. Isca had light brownhair, currently cut short, and a very pale, almost white skin. They both had fine features and soft, gentle natures. They were omegas, after all.

Isca had his arms around Irian’s neck and was kissing him enthusiastically. Irian had his arms around Isca’s waist, holding him close. And from the way he was involved in the kiss, he was just as into it as Isca. Even from this distance, the affection and desire between the two of them was obvious.

It literally took my breath away, seeing them like this, and I must have sighed or made some sort of noise, because they startled, and seeing me standing there, hastily moved away from each other. From their reaction, I would have said they felt guilty, or maybe they were just embarrassed at being caught. We hadn't talked about boundaries.

Both were out of breath, and even as they moved apart, Irian gave me a tentative but happy smile as he glanced my way from under his long lashes. He knew me well enough to know I wouldn't be upset with this development. Isca, though, dropped his eyes to the ground, but not before I saw him bite his lip and the guilty, slightly anxious expression on his face. A deep red stain flushed his pale skin from neck to ears.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I told them, my voice coming out more husky than usual.

Irian grinned, but Isca flicked me an uncertain look.

I cleared my throat, coming to join them in the kitchen. “You’re beautiful together.”

“You… you don’t mind?” asked Isca hesitantly. I was impressed he had the confidence even to ask. Our little omega had come a long way towards regaining his confidence.

“Not at all,” I assured him. I stopped as I reached Irian, and wrapping an arm around him, pulled him to me. Nestled in the curve of my arm, he smiled up at me. His plump lips were still flushed and moist from his kiss, and I bent to taste them, running my tongue over his lips and kissing him myself. I could taste Isca on his lips. Then I turned my eyes to Isca, standing there a little awkward and unsure. I held my hand out to him and he took it, and I pulled him gently towards me and wrapped my arm around him. Now I had both my omegas in my arms, looking up at me with their wide brown eyes, one beaming and happy, one hesitant and uncertain.

I flicked my eyes to Isca’s soft lips. “May I?”

He lowered those long curvy lashes. “Of course,” he mumbled.

I caught his chin with a crooked finger and tenderly lifted his face to look at me.

“Not of course, Isca,” I admonished him, gently. “You always have a choice.”

“But you’re the alpha.”

I shook my head. “That doesn’t matter. If it’s not consensual, it’s not worth having. And no matter what you’ve been told in the past, no-one has the right to make you do anything.”

“I’m an omega,” he said, sadly.

“You’re a person, Isca, not a possession.”

“That’s different to what …” the unsaid words hung in the air, but I knew what he meant. It was different to what he’d experienced in his previous packs. He was having trouble breaking his old conditioning.

“I know. Your previous alphas weren’t very good people, Isca.” Without thinking, I tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. He leaned into the touch and then surprised me by stretching up and touching his lips to mine.

“Mmm.” I kissed him back and his tongue tentatively flicked across my lips. I opened for him and we deepened the kiss, giving and taking. His kiss was amazing, it was the freest kiss he’d ever given me, as though now he’d decided he was fully in. I savored the taste of him, the slide of his tongue against mine, the scent of him in my nostrils. I could lose myself in him.

A movement in my other arm brought me back to my surroundings and Irian’s longing gaze as he watched us, his tongue sweeping over his luscious pink lips. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss with Isca, though I was more than happy to turn my attention to Irian, sliding my tongue straight into his mouth and kissing him deeply. He hummed in appreciation, no doubt enjoying the taste of Isca on my tongue. While we kissed, I ran my hands through Isca’s hair, making sure he knew he was still a part of this.

Irian’s kisses were always intoxicating, but I wanted the two omegas to understand that this was us. I dragged myself from Irian’s kiss, and gently indicated to the two men that I wanted them to kiss.

Delight lit up Isca’s face. Maybe he hadn’t thought I’d meant it when I said I was fine with them kissing. The two men smashed their lips together in as passionate a kiss as any, and I devoured the sight. It was stunning. My cock evidently thought so too, because it was pressing hard against the denim of my jeans. I smelt the faint scent of arousal and I could see the tenting of their sweatpants, which were so flimsy they hid absolutely nothing.

I groaned. The scent stirring my interest further. My cock hardened more.