Chapter 24: Tyler - Wrong Date, Right Mates

Elliott gently shakes his head side to side, sweat-drenched auburn curls fanning out on the pillow like a halo, and squeezes my hand until my joints ache.

“Please,” Elliott begs, arching his head back and displaying the bite marks on his neck. His cheeks are flushed red, his lips a deeper shade of pink. “I need your knots.”

I knew heats were demanding, and I knew Elliott’s would be even more intense after the months he spent alone, but I feel out of my depth. I hate seeing him wracked with pain. It was hard not to help him that first day, but now that he’s my mate, it’s so much worse.

“I know, sweetheart,” Alden croons, scissoring his fingers in and out of Elliott. “We have to get you ready to take Ty’s big knot.”

“I’m ready now.”

Alden and I prep Elliott together, taking turns sucking his dick and swallowing his cum, rimming him and stretching him with our fingers.

Watching Alden with him is incredibly sexy. My best friend fucked me so good and made me come with his hands and his mouth too. But he’s a god at tending to our omega and I’ve never loved him more.

Elliott squeezes my hand and looks up at me, appealing to me with wide hazel eyes glistening with tears. I’m powerless. I’ll do anything to take away his pain, sacrifice my life even.

“Alden, you first.” I don’t even know why this is a question. I don’t give a fuck where my knot goes, I just want my omega to feel better.

“Ty, he’s fine. This is how omegas act when they’re in heat, right Elliott?”

Elliott pauses, clarity cutting through the haze of his lust. “Is this your first heat?”

I nod.

All the alpha confidence I had dissipates. There was no time to talk about my lack of experience. Alden seems to have wordlessly decided that I’ll fuck Elliott first, but what if I hurt him? What if I get too in my head? What if I can’t keep it up even with my omega mate? What if I can’t make him feel good?

“I’m your first omega?” Elliott asks.

I nod. “First, and only.”

Elliott beams. His cock throbs with his pulse and his hand, held in mine, heats with the rest of his skin.

“Mm,” Alden hums. “Come feel how much our omega likes that he gets to be your first.”

Alden takes my free hand and guides my fingers toward his entrance.

“See how wet he is?”

“Fuck.” I’ve never felt him so wet.

I lick my bottom lip. I know how good he tastes and I want to taste him again, but Alden hijacks my hand, and guides my finger to Elliott’s hole.

“Feel that, omega?” Alden says, pressing my finger inside. “Your alphas are inside you.”

Elliott whimpers. “Mmhm.”

“Fuck, Alden.”

There are so many sides to Alden I never knew existed, like the one with the filthy mouth and a praise kink.

Alden rains love through our bond, and not just that. There’s gratitude and peace and pride. He’s proud of Elliott and I.

“Ready, to take your alpha’s knot?” Alden asks, taking my cock in hand and stroking me. I’ve never been this hard in my life.

“Please,” Elliott says.

Alden directs me to sit against the headboard, then moves Elliott into position straddling my lap, hovering on the precipice of sinking down my length, eyes wild and gorgeous.

Alden rips a condom wrapper open with his teeth and rolls it down my length. It feels so intimate, having my best friend take such an active role in helping me lose this part of my virginity.

“Remember, our omega is made to take your knot,” Alden says, and guides my dick toward Elliott’s hole. Then, ever so slowly, Alden lowers Elliott, plunging my dick into a tight, wet, velvet heat that feels so right.

Elliott whimpers sweetly, eyes rolling back before he forces them back on me, like he wants to share this moment with me.

“See how good our omega feels?” Alden kisses Elliott’s neck from behind and watches me as Elliott takes my entire length.

“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.

“I think our omega is getting close,” he says, holding Elliott down in my lap, stilling us both.

Elliott’s hooded eyes part wider and he nods. His cheeks are pink, and his berry lips look so pillowy that I can’t help but curl up and make out with him, rocking into him slowly, only as much as Alden allows.

I force myself to break the kiss. “Let’s get you comfortable before I lock us together with my knot.”

Alden beams with pride. Good alpha, I hear inside my head. God, I love him so much. One day I’ll love our omega that deeply too.

With Alden’s help, I position Elliott on his side, and reenter him from behind. He makes the sweetest whimper. Alden lies on Elliott’s other side, facing him, then strokes both their cocks in one hand while he kisses him. We lose ourselves in each other, chasing pleasure and gifting it, but we don’t linger. Our omega needs to be knotted.

“I’m going to come,” Elliott says in a rush, breaking their kiss.

“Come for your alphas, then,” Alden says, raking Elliott’s curls back from his face.

Elliott’s hole, already so tight and hot around me, contracts rhythmically. “I’m coming.”

“Good omega. Come on Ty’s thick cock.”

“Holy shit,

Elliott’s orgasm echoes through our bond, and cascades into my orgasm as he tightens around my cock and spills cum into Alden’s hand. My knot balloons as I fuck my way deeper, until I can’t pull back because we’re locked together.

For the first time in my life, my knot is locked inside someone else. It feels so right, like I can actually feel the thousands of years of evolution that led to now all at once.

Alden milks Elliott’s cock and his own, using Elliott’s cum for lube. And then Alden’s orgasm ripples through our bond. I cup his cheek as he rides it out, and kiss the back of Elliott’s head. I reach between them, taking over, ushering Alden into another orgasm. Then I taste them both from my fingers.

Peace settles over me. Elliott is warm against my chest, each breath slower than the last as he comes down, and falls asleep. Our omega found the relief he needed, and we gave it to him.

Alden and I kiss while Elliott sleeps on my knot. As he doses we send love back and forth through

“Thank you for bringing us together, Elliott,” Alden says. “But we aren’t whole without you.”

“We love you,” I tell Elliott.

“We do,” Alden agrees.

Elliott’s happiness blooms through our bond. “I love you too… Well, I love you as much as I can love two people I’ve only known for a few months.”

“Wow,” Alden says in mock offense. “I thought we had something special.”

Elliott laughs.

“You know what?” I kiss Elliott’s neck. “Our little goose has a point.”

“Okay, someone needs to tell me what the fuck that nickname is supposed to mean?”

Alden answers before I can. “It’s because you have such a lovely long neck.”

“Bullshit,” Elliott says. “Tell me the truth.”

“He’s trying to cover for me,” I say. “I sort of said you imprinted on me like a baby goose when I met you on the beach.”

Elliott arches a perfect brow on his perfect face. “Why wouldn’t you say gosling?”

“That’s what I said!” Alden laughs. “I would have nicknamed you duckling because they have a much sweeter temperament.”

“Fuck off, Alden. I was heat-drunk. Don’t gang up on me.”

We talk and joke and kiss until my knot softens, and make love through the night, taking turns fucking Elliott and making sure he’s fed and bathed and taken care of.

By the time Elliott’s heat passes, we’ve convinced him to move in. He agreed, but only if we continue to subsidize his luxury produce habit.

Obviously, we agreed.