Page 53 of Trick or Heat

“If it gets too much, you can always bark at him. DJ will listen to you.”

The long-haired alpha rubs his neck, thinking it over, then he looks to his pack mate.

“Be gentle,” he barks at him. Then, with a defeated huff, he says, “Go to him.”

The alpha pounces on me once more, and I moan at how his scent clings to me from every mode of contact between us. It’s spicy and creamy and so fucking good.

We rip our clothes off each other and don’t waste two seconds. When the alpha gets me on his knees, I let out a needy whine just before he impales me, the slick my body has produced making it easy for him.

“Fuck,” someone whispers, but I can’t see who. The alpha starts to move, pulling his cock out slowly just to slam it back in. It takes me seconds—seconds—to come undone, my body bowing to him completely.

“What’s going on?” a new voice says from the door.

“He’s in rut.”

“And Casey?”

“In heat.”

I don’t hear anything else as the alpha fucking me pops his knot into me, sending me to new heights. The sound that escapes me is strangled as pleasure engulfs my body. My cock pulsates and I come right into the sheets, the feeling so overwhelming and so good at the same time. He continues to make tiny movements, touching me in every beautiful spot with his cock that he can until I can’t hold myself up anymore.

The alpha licks and nips and kisses me all over, his chest warm against my back. My stomach calms and I breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, there’s a new sensation. A tiny reverberation happening against me, the sound the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

“He’s purring,” someone says in awe.

“Well, shit,” is all I hear before I pass out to the sound of my alpha.

“More, more, more.”

The words spill out of the pretty omega as my cock penetrates her. I can’t control the pace; I just want more of her, to be as close as I physically can. Someone pushes in behind me, stroking my walls with as much speed and adrenaline as I am with my girl. The double sensation leaves me panting, right on the edge of oblivion.

“Yes,” she whispers in my ear, her candy apple scent curling around me. “I can feel how close you are. Come inside me, Casey. Please.”

“Listen to your mate, Omega,” a harsh voice whispers by my ear as his stubble brushes my cheek. With the mix of his rough hands and the omega’s soft skin, my entire body is lit up like a firework.

My bisexual heart is so happy.

There are noises, sounds full of pleasure, and it takes me a second to realize they’re coming out of me.

All three of our bodies are joined, my hips gyrating between them as I’m both fucked and fucking someone else. Candied apples and honey drown me perfectly, stealing the air from my lungs. That’s okay, I don’t need to breathe normal air anyway. Not when their aromas could cure any ailment.

The sensations shooting down my spine elevate quickly, the orgasm overtaking me with lightning speed. I gargle an unattractive sound that I’m glad I won’t remember later as I come inside her, my legs tensing. Then, my alpha, with his bulky form folded over me deliciously, pushes his knot into my ass and secures himself to me.

Fucking yes.

I mewl, contort, holding onto both of them for dear life as the plethora of glee washes over me. My stomach finally stops its aching, and my bones lose their battle with staying up as I slump down onto my omega’s sweaty form.

And when her hands slide into my hair and caress my scalp, it lulls me right to sleep.

“Beautiful dirty omega,” my big muscley alpha whispers, causing a moan to escape my lips. He’s the one with the dirty mouth, I’ve discovered. The other two, the ones manhandling and tag-teaming me, are reserved. Soft. They love to communicate with their touches. All lingering and perfect, while the other one likes to maneuver and grip. I love that I get to have both.

My other alpha—the one with the beautiful nutmeg scent—grips my thighs as he takes me in his warm mouth. My legs are suspended, held up by the alpha underneath me, my back to his chest. His thrusts are slow, methodical. Their combined efforts have me groaning with every slow movement.

“I love seeing you between them,” the dirty-talking alpha continues. “Watching them slowly wind you up is one of the highlights of my day.”

I look up at him, his eyes directly on me, but his hands are elsewhere. My girl is sitting beside him, her eyes dazed as she watches us together, soft little pants escaping her lips as the man beside her plays with her clit. My mouth goes dry, the sight sending a new feeling all the way to my cock.