Page 24 of High Achiever
“You gonna knot him like he wants?”
“God, yes. Oh fuck. Fuck.Fuck.”
Spencer started shuddering, his hips coming up hard as the knot they’d been discussing presumably swelled inside Ash’s channel. Ash keened, his long, slender neck still on display as he spilled cum all over Spencer’s chest.
Spencer was right again: Ashwasa perfect fucking omega.
And they were gorgeous coming together like this, the two of them. All fucked out and fucked up on pheromones and sex. Ryder wanted to lick them both all over until they dissolved on his tongue like candy.
At the very least, he could get a little taste.
He leaned forward, licking a stripe of Ash’s cum off Spencer’s sweat-soaked chest. It tasted almost as good as Ash’s slick off of Ryder’s fingers. On the next swipe, Ryder’s tongue brushed against the stud of Spencer’s nipple piercing, and Ryder gave in to the urge and sucked the metal into his mouth.
“Jesus.” Spencer’s shuddering took on a new, alarming intensity—poor, overstimulated baby—and Ryder released the piercing, leaning away again. He supposed he was feeling merciful.
Ryder stroked himself, no longer lazy but hungry, and it was barely a minute before he was spilling over his fist with a choked groan. It was a relief to let his knot stay deflated, to be able to take a break from keeping his omega stuffed full and satisfied.
He would have fed his cum to Ash like he’d told Spencer to do before, but Ash had already collapsed against Spencer’s chest, his eyes falling closed with a sigh—taking a little knot nap now that he’d gotten what he wanted.
So Ryder wiped his cum on the nest instead. It was going to be a crusty mess in the morning anyway. It turned out heats were a fucking filthy business.
This might even be over by then. The doctor had said Ash’s heats would be shorter in the beginning. Short but intense, she’d said.
Right on the money.
Ryder held one of Ash’s limp hands in his and tucked a leg over Spencer’s thigh. That felt right. Felt good. Everyone cozy in the cum-soaked nest.
“Get some sleep while you can,” he murmured.
Whatever Spencer said in answer, Ryder didn’t know. He was already joining Ash in dreamland.
7
ASH
Ash came to awareness quickly but begrudgingly.
He was still in the nest, sprawled on his belly with only cool air covering his skin. And he was sticky. So damn sticky. Like, every-fucking-where on his body.Inhis body, even. Sweat and cum and slick all over. He’d never felt so disgusting in his life.
For the first time in hours, though, he didn’t feel like he was burning up from the inside out. Jesus, that had been intense. Like, Ash had known—at least in theory—why heats were called that. But the reality had been something else.
He’d been sohot. So feverish. Empty. Uncomfortable in his own fucking skin.
The only relief had been when he’d been stuffed full, squeezing on a knot so hard it was a mystery he hadn’t broken anyone’s dick off.
Not justanyone’sdick. Ryder’s dick. Spencer’s dick.
Spencer fucking Phillips—best friend to one Noah Teller—had fucked Ash. After Ash had climbed on top of him and plopped down on his knot like he’d had a right to it.
Fuck, had he really done that?
“How long is the freak-out going to last?”
Ryder’s gravelly voice had Ash opening his eyes. He blinked blearily. Even his damn eyelids felt crusty.
Ryder looked good, even though he must have been just as sticky and grimy as Ash when it came down to it. He was on his back, muscled arms folded behind his head, his soft cock resting on his upper thigh. That alpha monstrosity was still thick and juicy, even flaccid like that.
Fuck. Remnants of the heat pheromones must be zapping Ash’s brain.
