Page 19 of And Omega Makes Four
He puts a hand on Devon's knee to stop his restless bouncing.
Devon exhales heavily and leans against Frankie's shoulder. "I just wish there was something we could do right now. I feel so useless, like I'm letting him down."
Frankie rests his head on Devon’s. "Beating yourself up isn't gonna help anyone. Sometimes, in order to figure out a solution, you have to give yourself a little distance from the problem."
"What do you mean?" Devon frowns, and I notice a sheen to his eyes.
"I mean…" Frankie reaches up to gently trace Devon's jawline. "You need to relax."
"How am I supposed to relax?" Devon’s voice cracks slightly. "I'm worried about River. I'm worried about us. I'm worried about everything."
Frankie’s voice is low and soothing. As always. "I know you are, but you can't let it consume you. You have to find a way to let go and release some of that tension."
"I don't know how," Devon says, shaking his head. "I can't stop thinking about him. About how scared he must be and how much he needs us."
Frankie leans in to press a soft kiss to Devon's lips. "I know. But you have to try."
Devon's eyes flutter closed as Frankie kisses him again, deeper this time. His body relaxes slightly, but I can still see the tension in his shoulders.
"Let us help you," Frankie says in a seductive whisper. "Let us make you feel good."
Devon's breath hitches as Frankie slides his hands up Devon's thighs.
The three of us have been together for a long time now and our relationship is complex. In a lot of packs, it's taboo for alphas to hook up like this. But for us, it's just part of who we are.
It's not always easy, but it works for us.
"Kyle." Frankie peeks over Devon’s head and catches my eye. "Come here."
I sit beside Devon, and Frankie reaches out to me, pulling me in for a kiss. I can feel Devon's body relaxing as he watches us.
"We're here for each other," Frankie says, his voice soft. "We take care of each other and make each other feel good."
Devon lets out a soft moan as Frankie kisses him again.
I reach up to cup his cheek, stroking his skin with my thumb. "Relax, baby." My lips brush the whisper against his ear.
Devon closes his eyes and leans into our touch. His body is still trembling slightly, but now it’s for a different reason—a good reason. The tension is definitely beginning to leave him.
Frankie kisses his way down Devon's neck, his hands working to undo Devon's pants. Devon gasps as Frankie's hand slips inside, stroking him slowly. "That's it," Frankie murmurs with a soft grin.
I lean in to kiss Devon, swallowing his moans as Frankie continues to stroke him. His body responds to us, his hips rocking as he grinds against Frankie's hand.
"Fuck." Devon gasps as Frankie pulls away, his cock hard and throbbing.
"That's better," Frankie says with a smirk. "Now, let's get you out of these clothes."
He tugs at Devon's shirt, pulling it up and over his head. I help him remove Devon's pants, leaving him naked and exposed.
"You're so beautiful," I whisper, kissing him again. "So perfect."
Devon whimpers softly as Frankie begins to kiss his way down Devon's chest, his tongue flicking over Devon's nipples.
"Please..." Devon moans, his body arching up to meet Frankie's touch.
"What do you want?" Frankie asks, his voice low and husky.
"I want you," Devon gasps. "Both of you."
