Page 27 of Convincing the Heartbroken Beta

“Sascha,” Cam hissed. “Stop.”

Sascha huffed. “Then move your feet!”

Brandon followed behind them, even more confused than he’d already been the past two weeks. While he’d been missing Sascha like crazy, had longed to have him in his arms every night, he’d also found his thoughts drifting to Cam on occasion. He’d already determined he’d have to confess to Sascha. They’d made a promise to always tell each other everything, and Brandon had vowed to himself he’d never break any promise to Sascha.

Once they’d made their way inside and gotten Cam to sit at the kitchen table, Sascha was able to pry Cam’s fingers away from his forehead.

“Ooh, ouch.” Sascha’s brow creased as he examined the one-inch cut right at Cam’s hairline. “You did a number on yourself.”

Already the blood had begun clotting, so the next step was clean-up. “Sascha, all the first aid items are in the downstairs bathroom under the sink.”

Sascha bit his lip as he brushed Cam’s hair away from the cut. “Don’t you think his wound should be licked clean first? After all, that’s the best antiseptic and he certainly can’t lick his own head.” Sascha batted his eyelashes at Brandon.

“Nope!”

Cam was halfway to his feet before Brandon slammed his hand on Cam’s shoulder and forced him back on the chair.

“Sit still, Cam.”

Brandon regarded Sascha with narrowed eyes. Nothing was making sense. He’d been grappling with guilt over his misplaced affection for Cam, yet his mate was encouraging him to lick the guy. He doubted things could get more confusing.

“Are you saying you want me to lick Cam? Or that you want to do it?”

Sascha moved closer to him and trailed his fingers up Brandon’s arm. “Maybe we should both do it to make extra sure his cut is thoroughly cleaned.”

Brandon’s heart beat high in his throat while Cam trembled beneath his touch. Maybe it was his guilt that had been misplaced, not his affection.

“You have to be sure, love.”

Sascha nodded. “I am. This realization came to me last night. This is why fate brought the three of us together.”

Cam cleared his throat. “May I interject? Because I want it on record that I did not touch, lick or otherwise molest your omega while you were gone. Regardless of how I feel about you both, I’m not that big of an asshat. Sure, all I did was fantasize, but even that made me feel guilty, so I certainly wouldn’t go so far as to—”

“Shut up, Cam.”

Brandon and Sascha cut Cam off in tandem then both leaned down to lick away the blood from his wound. As their tongues rasped across Cam’s salty skin, they touched and tangled, Brandon tasting both Sascha and Cam at the same time. His cock throbbed in his jeans because his thoughts had drifted to him and Sascha tasting Cam together—but on a different part of his body.

The tension in Cam’s body eased under Brandon’s hand as the licking changed to kisses. Sascha nuzzled and kissed Cam’s face and neck on one side and Brandon did the same on the other. Brandon caressed Cam’s chest over his shirt and when his hand brushed against Sascha’s, the entwined their fingers together before they returned to dragging their palms across Cam’s torso.

“G-guys, I’m gonna blow here in a sec.”

Brandon chuckled against Cam’s ear. “Then do it.”

“Oh gods,” Cam whimpered.

Brandon slid his tongue up the side of Cam’s neck. “Undo your pants.”

With shaky hands, Cam obeyed Brandon’s orders. Once he’d yanked down his zipper all the way, Brandon clasped Sascha’s wrist then guided it to Cam’s exposed briefs.

“Touch him, love. Make him feel good.”

The moment Sascha cupped his hand around Cam’s crotch, Brandon leaned in and pressed his lips to Sascha’s. They explored each other’s mouths while Cam writhed beneath Sascha’s touch, moaning, his breathing ragged. Brandon joined Sascha in stroking Cam inside his underwear with Cam’s pre-cum helping ease the way.

Soon, the kiss between him and Sascha was being shared with Cam, and Brandon knew without a doubt that they had been ordained to be together by fate.

Cam fed moan after moan into their joined mouths, bucking his hips as Brandon and Sascha’s fingers flew over Cam’s hard, thick length. Cam tensed, breaking free of the kiss. His dick erupted over their hands, pulsing jets of warm cum.

They shared another three-way kiss, the exchange gradually slowing. Brandon reluctantly pulled away with a final press of his lips to each of his mate’s. He smiled as the truth of his thought settled in his bones. He’d gone decades without a mate, had believed there was no one out there for him. But even though he hadn’t realized it, what he’d been doing was waiting for two mates instead of one.