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“So fucking perfect,” I say, trembling with the focus it takes not to come the fuck apart. I’m so glad Alden is here to keep me in check, to make sure I’m gentle.

“Are you okay?” I ask Elliott, cupping his cheek.

Elliott rubs his cheek against my hand. I pet his head and down over his neck, remembering he liked it on the day we met.

“How does your alpha’s cock feel?” Alden asks Elliott, arm reaching to take Elliott’s cock in hand.

Elliott gasps and tenses, squeezing a pleasant vise around my dick. “He’s big, so big, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Good.” Alden leans over Elliott’s shoulder and kisses me, then together we kiss Elliott.

Alden moves my palms to Elliott’s hips. “Go ahead and fuck our omega on and off your dick,” he tells me. “You love that don’t you, Elliott?”

“God damn, the mouth on you.” I reach past Elliott and squeeze Alden’s ass, then give it a light smack.

“Oh my god,” Elliott moans and rises onto his knees, then slides down my length, squeezing me like a fist. “You two are so hot together.”

“Mm.” Alden kisses Elliott’s neck. “I wish you could see how hot you two are right now.”

I give an exploratory thrust upward. Elliott bites into his bottom lip, brows darting in.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask.

“No. It feels so good.”

I exhale. Thank fuck.

“I told you so,” Alden says between kisses down Elliott’s neck.

“Fuck off,” I say on a thrust.

Alden laughs sinfully against Elliott’s skin. Elliott makes a sweet whimper, I’ll do anything to hear again.

Plunging my cock into his hole is a totally different sensation than the heaven of Alden’s mouth.

Adoration beams through our bond as Alden watches. Gratitude and pleasure too. He loves sharing this first with me. I do too.

I thrust up into Elliott a little harder this time, and he gasps, tipping his head back to rest against Alden’s shoulder. Alden weaves his arms around Elliott and rubs his nipples with his thumbs. Elliott whimpers, hazel eyes filling with bliss.

“How does Ty’s big cock feel?” Alden asks against his ear, eyes still on me.

“So good,” Elliott moans. “So full.”

“Mm. I bet,” Alden says. “I can’t wait to try riding him too.”

Elliott mewls, and I suck in a gasp. Alden smirks, so faintly only I catch it, and only because I’ve known him for most of my life. He likes the effect he has on me and Elliott. He feels powerful. It’s so sexy.

Alden tilts Elliott’s head toward him and kisses him, grinding against his ass as he roams his hands all over Elliott’s body from his pecs to his abs to his pretty dick weeping precum.

While they kiss, I experiment, trying out different angles and depths, cataloging the sounds each thrust of my hips brings from Elliott’s lips, the way he clenches me and how Alden reacts to it. And I can feel everything through our bond.

Alden breaks the kiss. “Hold our omega’s hips and fuck him on and off your dick. He likes it. Right, Elliott?”

“So much,” Elliott moans.

Alden guides my palms around and layers his hands over mine, then demonstrates, lifting Elliott up my length, then drags his hips back down until I bottom out.

It feels like Alden is using my body as an extension of his, and it’s so sexy, so quietly dominant that I give myself over to him, to the pleasure spreading through our bond.