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They had all afternoon.

And Isam would take his sweet time with his mates, knowing what lay ahead.

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Servas’s mind had turned off, his thoughts incoherent and floaty, as his body focused on one thing. Coming.

The orgasm built and built inside him, like a wave that grew stronger and bigger, gaining strength until it would break. Muscles tightened, his eyes shut, and his whole body throbbed, hummed, ached with the need to come.

Mostyn’s mouth was heaven, a tight, wet, hot suction that had stars dancing behind Servas’s eyelids. And Isam’s fingers… They were long and thick as they reached deep inside him, effortlessly finding that spot that drove him mad. And Isam knew it too, rubbing it with perfect accuracy between hard pumps.

It all dragged noises out of him that would’ve embarrassed the fuck out of him under any other circumstance, but he couldn’t make himself care. His thighs quaked, trembling with the effort to keep his hips pinned to the mattress rather than choke Mostyn, whose lips and tongue were greedy, hungry, sucking him in again and again. The slick, obscene cadence of Isam’s fingers fucking him, Mostyn’s mouth slurping and sucking, and Servas’s own breathless gasping drowned out everything else.

The heat spiked up his spine like a lightning strike, and Servas let out a sound, rough and strangled, as his whole body seized. The orgasm crashed through him, ripped apart his legs and his guts, made him shake and shudder. He came so hard it flashed cold at the edges, plastering his senses with nothing but shudders and sounds. Mostyn’s mouth gentled, then pulled away, and Servas collapsed, boneless and gasping.

Servas opened his eyes to slits—it was all blurred color and sweat. Mostyn’s face was smeared with spit, and he slowly licked his lips, like he was savoring every drop. His hands loosened their grip, stroking Servas’s thighs up to the hip, then back down, a slow, grounding touch that helped Servas come down from the most intense high of his life.

“I’m gonna…” Servas’s voice was more of a croak, so he cleared his throat. “I’m gonna need a few minutes to recover from that. Why don’t you guys…?” He vaguely gestured.

Mostyn’s mouth curled up again. “Mmm, I’m sure Isam and I can find a way to pass the time… What do you think, alpha?”

A low laugh rumbled out of Isam as he lifted his slick, glistening fingers from Servas’s thigh and pressed them against Mostyn’s mouth. Servas watched, feeling oddly untethered, like his bones had gone soft, as Mostyn opened immediately, lips parting to let Isam’s fingers in. Servas could hear the wet sounds—the slide, the muffled groan—could feel the mattress shift as the two of them closed in together.

Isam’s hand curled into the hair at the back of Mostyn’s head, rough, and he was… Fuck, he was kissing Mostyn hard and deep, tongue flicking out to taste what still lingered on Mostyn’s lips, their bodies pressed so tight that Servas could see the hard jut of their cocks between their stomachs. The sound was pure greed—open-mouthed, lips smacking, as if the taste of Servas on Mostyn’s tongue was a treasure Isam needed for himself.

Servas’s brain kind of stopped working. Again. All he could do was stare as Mostyn scrambled up, muscles long and lean and still sticky with sweat, to straddle Isam’s lap. He planted his knees and ground down, shameless, and Isam’s big hands cupped Mostyn’s ass, holding him in place with ownership, pride, and a deep need, all packed into the gentle roughness of those strong alpha hands.

Isam looked at Servas. “Do you have lube?”

Lube. Servas’s cheeks heated instantly. In all his careful preparations, he hadn’t considered that. He didn’t need it. With his body making its own slick, he never had, but Mostyn… “I forgot.”

He could barely keep the hint of panic out. How inconsiderate of him. And it stung even more after the way Mostyn had given him so much pleasure mere minutes before.

But Mostyn shrugged. “We can get creative.” He gestured at Servas’s ass. “He should have enough for both of us.”

Isam quirked an eyebrow at Servas in a wordless question, and he immediately nodded. Isam’s long fingers slid inside him again, different this time as they scooped up the slick still present and transferred it to Mostyn’s ass.

Their mouths met again as Isam’s fingers slid inside him, Mostyn moaning softly. So fucking hot. In fact, it was so arousing that Servas’s ass slicked up all over again, which made him strangely proud when Isam came to collect some more. No one had ever done that. No one had ever used his slick as lube for someone else, and damn if it wasn’t the hottest thing ever.

Being a beta, Mostyn needed more prep than Servas would, but Isam took his time, opening Mostyn up until three fingers sank in with ease.

“Isam…” Mostyn all but whined, and Servas smiled at the needy tone.

Isam swiped some last slick and rubbed his own cock for good measure, then held it up for Mostyn, who rose on his knees, then gently lowered himself. It was not an easy fit, and he took his time as he worked himself downward inch by inch, sweat beading on his face. Isam lay practically motionless, letting Mostyn do the work, and Servas loved his patience.

He had a front-row view and got to see every damned second of it. How Mostyn’s lashes fluttered as he tensed and relaxed in a pattern Servas knew all too well. How his jaw tensed with concentration as he forced himself farther down, probably riding that edge of pain and pleasure. How his body shook with tension that slowly seeped out the more he took in.

When he’d taken all of the alpha’s cock, Mostyn leaned back a little, both hands braced on Isam’s shoulders, teeth bared for a second in what looked like a nearly wild animal grin before he started to ride.

It was an uneven motion at first. Mostyn’s muscles trembled with every movement, and his body eased, then tensed, eased, then tensed again like he was finding and losing his rhythm in the same breath. Isam just held him at first, only starting to move with him once Mostyn had found his cadence. They moved together, a push and pull that reminded Servas of tides—powerful, inevitable, beautiful.

They didn’t look at Servas, but they didn’t need to for him to feel included. He felt like a live wire, shorting out at the sparks that jumped between the other two each time Mostyn bottomed out and stuttered a curse or when Isam set his jaw and let out a guttural, hungry growl. The mattress creaked and shifted. Servas could smell his own slick in the air, tangling with their musk and the sharp spike of sweat, making the whole room hot and close and filled with nothing but them.

He watched and watched until something clicked inside him and he needed to join, his body moving before the thought had even fully formed in his head. He knelt on the bed, spreading his legs wide, then looked over his shoulder. “Mostyn…”

Mostyn didn’t need more than that. He climbed off Isam’s cock, kneeling behind Servas. The beta’s gentle hands held Servas’s hips as he positioned himself. At the same time, the bed moved as Isam lined up behind Mostyn.

“I’m ready,” Servas answered the question Mostyn hadn’t asked. Well, not with words, anyway.