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“Easy,” his alpha murmured.
Ryder, that one. Ryder and Spencer were with him.
Ash groaned as his belly tightened, something inside him shifting and threatening to cramp again. Fingers weren’t enoughanymore. And his cock was too sensitive to bear this hot, happy mouth.
But he had chosen good alphas, because in the next instant, the fingers were gone and Ash’s legs were being pushed back by broad hands while a thick cockhead pushed inside.
Ash moaned around his mouthful. He was being filled. Good. Better. Maybe perfect.
His alpha—Spencer—gave him long, lazy thrusts that rocked Ash into Ryder’s cock, hot flesh cramming down his throat. Ash couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t think he needed to, not when everything felt so good.
But then Ryder was moving away, his cock slipping out from between Ash’s lips, letting air back into Ash’s lungs.
Ash whimpered.
“Hush, bright eyes. I’ll give it to you.”
There were more wet sounds and good, damp smells, and then hot cum was splashing onto Ash’s slack mouth.
He swallowed with a hungry moan, licking stray drops from his lips. It tasted good. Rich. Thick.
Before he could swallow again, Spencer groaned, his hands tightening around Ash’s thighs, and that cock inside Ash grew and grew, stretching Ash so full there was no room for twinges or cramping or anything bad to fit. Ash’s channel clenched around it, sucking and claiming.His.
That was better. Maybe perfect.
A warm weight on top of Ash—Spencer covering him completely, good, spent alpha—and hands pulling his legs to wrap around narrow hips. Ash let his bleary eyes slit open to find Ryder there, right next to them, shorn head nuzzling against Ash’s shoulder.
Yes, definitely perfect.
Ash closed his eyes and slept.
20
ASH
Ash woke up to Spencer and Ryder’s low murmurs.
“—still scent him.”
“Yeah. I think it stuck this time.”
Ash’s pheromones, they meant. They hadn’t disappeared after the heat. It wasn’t a shock to hear—Ash already knew. He wasn’t surehowhe knew, other than a feeling somewhere deep inside. For the first time in the past few months, his body felt … settled. Ash was fucking exhausted, too, there was no mistaking that, his muscles worn out in ways preheat Ash couldn’t have imagined. But he didn’t feel like he was going to crawl out of his skin or burst into tears or whatever.
And he could smell them, his alphas, and not in the faint way he’d gotten used to recently. He could scent each of them distinctly, that they were close and that they were calm, their pheromones mellowed out from the richness of heat-induced arousal.
Ash could also smell the nest they’d made in all its … glory. It should have been disgusting, considering what those scentswere made of, but it wasn’t. It was weirdly soothing, like a reminder that even if Ash was hungry and thirsty and so tired he could barely move his limbs, he was also safe. Everything had happened exactly the way it should have, with exactly who he’d wanted it to happen with.
There were more murmurs, talk of breakfast and letting him sleep. Ash waited until they’d left and the room was empty to sit up and stretch. He wasn’t avoiding Ryder or Spencer, exactly, but he needed a minute to himself.
Because Ash was an omega now, fully and permanently. It had happened, and it hadn’t even taken the whole year he’d been dreading. Which was halfway great, seeing as how he felt more like himself than he had in months. But it also meant he was going to beout, officially. Which—Ash remembered with a horrible flash of mortification—he already was. Because he’d gone into heat in front of everyone, and he’d made out with Spencer while he’d been at it.
Should have left the party when you had a fucking chance.
Well, too late to regret it now. Ash ignored the way his belly swooped with embarrassment and stood up, heading on shaky legs to the shower. He’d deal with all that mess later. Hopefully much, much later. For now, he needed to wash the crust off his skin. Then, food.
Ash kept the shower quick, a necessity with how dizzy he got under the hot spray. He probably should have chugged water first, but he’d been buzzing with the need to be a little less saturated. Alpha cum and omega slick were all well and good during a heat, but Ash didn’t want to be covered with them on the daily.
A flash of memory ran through him without warning. Slick skin and hot suction, the delicious thick press of a shaft inside him, stretching him to his limits.
