Page 38 of The Sad Omega

I wanted to close a hand around each of their packages and fondle them. Irian would love it, but it was too soon to do that with Isca. After all he'd been through, we had to tiptoe carefully around the issue of consent.

I cleared my throat to get their attention. Two pairs of brown eyes turned my way, as they broke their kiss.

“Shall we take this upstairs?”

“Yes! Let’s go!” Irian enthusiastically grabbed Isca by the hand and started to move towards the bedrooms.

Isca resisted, feet firmly planted, holding his ground.

“Now?” he queried, frowning slightly.

“Only if you want to, Isca. Or you can watch. If you want to,” I told him.

“But neither of us is in heat!” he protested.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.” Isca probably wasn’t used to thinking of fun and sex in the same terms. “I’m not going to force you into a heat. If you don’t want to join us, it’s fine, but Irian and I are going to play. We’d love you to be with us, but only if you want that.”

Irian was nodding enthusiastically.

Isca looked puzzled, as though what I’d said didn’t make sense. Then he said, “Maybe I’ll watch for a while, if that’s okay.”

“Of course, it is. You can stay, go, watch or join in if you want to. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Irian grabbed my hand and tugged.

“Impatient?” I laughed.

“Yes,” he hissed. He was too, I could smell his arousal easily now and it was adding to my own. The need to be inside him was becoming more urgent. He turned and ran to the bedroom and I chased after him. I could have caught him easily if I’d tried, but I liked to let him think he might escape.

Catching up with him just inside the bedroom, I threw him onto the bed, pinning him with my body and taking his mouth in a kiss, my tongue plundering his mouth. He loved this sort of play and it excited me how aroused he was. The scent was almost overpowering. I had to fight myself to hold back so this wasn’t over in a flash.

We rolled around on the bed, kissing and biting, while simultaneously trying to get each other’s clothes off. We broke off a kiss to quickly strip off our shirts, then resumed our play. I kissed, licked and bit all the way down his abdomen and then took the crown of his cock into my mouth. I circled it with my tongue, then stuck my tongue in the slit. He moaned and thrust his hips towards me urging me to take him fully into my mouth. I did, loving the weight of his cock on my tongue and the slide of the silky skin in my mouth, the burst of tangy sweetness that hit my tastebuds. A fresh burst of scent told me his slick was running hard, and I slid a couple of fingers inside him while I started to suck him off in earnest.

The warm slipperiness on my fingers, the tight grip of his pucker and his obvious arousal were heady and the need to fuck him senseless was becoming urgent. I sucked harder and curled my fingers inside him, and then he was keening and coming, hips thrusting erratically and then just holding there while the last jets of cum shot into my mouth.

I didn’t let him rest, flipping him over onto his stomach. He pulled his legs up under himself, presenting his ass to me, slick glistening down the inside of his thighs. I lined up my cock with his sloppy hole and thrust in with one movement. Irian howled his delight and thrust back against me, urging me to get going. My alpha brain responded to my mate’s cry and took over, and I pounded into him, hard and fast, obscene wet sounds filling the room, until he came again. My knot began forming. Irian keened. Exultantly, I howled and emptied myself inside him.

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When my brain came back online after a period of being completely blissed out, I became aware of Isca standing beside the bed, watching us intently. He was trembling.

Irian and I were lying on the bed, still knotted together.

“Can I touch you?” Isca asked, his voice shaky. His pupils were blown wide, so much so that his golden brown eyes looked black. I could smell the heady scent of arousal, but it didn’t come from Irian.

“Go ahead,” I replied, curious to see what he would do. Wondering if he was ready to take this step with us. “Touch us wherever you like.”

Tentatively, he stretched out and put his hand, feather-soft, on my shoulder. I felt gentle fingers tracing the muscles down my back, along my side and over onto my hip. He looked mesmerized. Then he caught my eyes, biting his lip.

“Anywhere?” he breathed.

“Anywhere. We’re yours. We belong to you.”

He shifted his gaze back down again. His lips parted. Fingers slid across my lower abdomen. The fingers stopped above the thatch of hair, Isca's pink tongue licked his lush lips and he hesitated.

“Go on,” I encouraged him.

His hand shook as he slid it down to where Irian and I were still joined. Irian moaned. A finger slid around the base of my cock where it disappeared inside Irian's body, and a tremor ran through Isca. He closed his eyes briefly. A fresh flush of arousal scented the air. His slick was flowing freely now, as he ran his hand up Irian’s ass, over his hips and up his side. Irian quivered under his tender touch.