Chapter 5

CHASE

Usman's headfell back onto my shoulder, and he started to move in my lap, fucking himself on me again. Then, when he couldn't get the angle quite right, he went forward instead, wrapping his arms around Wren's neck and clinging to him while he lifted up and down, riding my cock like he was a pro. I slid my hand up and down his back, the other clinging to the edge of the tub.

"Hang on," Wren said, stroking Usman's damp curls. "Come to the bed, baby."

He was too lost in his heat, and in the moment to hear his lover, but Wren's eyes met mine and he gave me a rueful smile.

"There's something I want to try," he said. "Can you carry him?"

I nodded, biting my lip, and bracing myself to stop Usman when my body screamed for more. He felt so good sliding up and down my length. On top of that, having him like this…

Ever since walking out of that room and leaving them behind, I'd been fantasizing about this, dreaming of getting that call.

My entire being felt like it had been left unfinished. These two omegas came together, but I had only had one of them. It had felt wrong. Like leaving a shoe off of one foot. I felt uneven.

It made no goddamn sense, but I needed to fuck both of them and Usman's body, his hole clenching around me made my fantasies pale by comparison.

And having Wren here, alert and aware this time, his personality unexpectedly playful and light was doing something to me.

How well could you get to know someone when you only met them to fuck?

Yet last time, I'd felt like I'd seen Usman and this time, I felt the same with Wren…

Finally, I tightened my grip on Usman's narrow hips and lifted him off me.

He whined in protest, trying desperately to wiggle his hips back down to my arching cock.

"Fuck," I groaned, watching the display for a moment.

Then, feeling probably just as desperate as he was, I easily hoisted him into my arms and carried him from the jacuzzi.

None of us cared that we were dripping wet as we went to the bed. Usman had his face against my neck. Gently, he kissed my scent gland. Feeling his lips there, pressed to such an intimate spot, nearly made me stop dead. I did pause, emotion overwhelming me. It had been so long since someone had done that. Could he feel the scar? Had he noticed that there was no longer an omegas scent attached to it.

"You lay down on your back," Wren instructed me, oblivious to my momentary hesitation.

Surprised, I did as I was told.

Allowing someone else to take the lead was a novelty, one I found I didn't mind in the least. In fact, I liked that he took over, telling me where to position myself and then helping Usman climb over me to straddle my thighs.

We both let out a satisfied sigh as he sank back onto my cock again. My eyes drifted shut and then Wren was crawling over my legs and pushing Usman to lay flat on top of me. My arms automatically went around him.

"That's right," Wren said softly. "You two relax. I'm going to take care of both of you."

He was stroking my thighs softly and for some reason, I couldn't help but smile. I didn't think I'd ever been "taken care of" and the idea of it happening now was… pleasant.

When he straddled my thighs and positioned himself behind Usman, it only took me a moment to realize what he was planning to do. My eyes flew open just as his cock rubbed against my balls, sliding into position just against mine.

He pressed forward and I felt Usman stop breathing as he realized what was about to happen. That he was about to have two cocks inside him.

If he could take it. That would be a lot.

But Wren didn't seem to think it would be an issue. He gripped Usman by the hips, keeping him in place and then pushed relentlessly into him.

The moment he breached the entrance, all three of us groaned loudly.

I could feel Wren trembling as he continued the motion forward, getting as deep as he could, our cocks in a vice grip of slippery wet heat.

I'd never felt anything so tight. Had never felt another person's cock against mine like this either. Suddenly, I was realizing that me and Ariana were always soft vanilla in the bedroom and these two were allspice.

My hands were in fists in the blankets now, fighting to remain still, to take what I was being given, which was so good but bordering on completely overwhelming. Then Wren started to fuck Usman properly and I lost track of everything else.

Usman was a mess, twitching and writhing, his moans turned to all out shouts with every thrust, a slew of words streaming from his mouth. "Oh fuck. Holy shit. You're such a—Oh! God. Don't stop. You're killing me. Yes!" That quickly turned into nothing but screams of all out pleasure. I could feel tears hitting my shoulder, our skin slick with sweat as we clung to each other.

Wren was nearly just as loud, moaning louder with each snap of his hips, sporadically giving encouragements, telling me how good my cock felt, how nice and tight Usman's hole was.

Meanwhile, I just tried for the life of me to hold on, to not come too fast, to enjoy the overwhelming sensations, but it was useless. I was too turned on and wound up and in awe of these two.

"Fuck!" I shouted, the only warning I could give that I was about to come before it shot out of me, deep into Usman.

He cried out and Wren's hips bucked into the new spurt of wet heat still seeping from my cock.

"Yes!" he cried, pumping his cock against mine faster, carrying me over the edge and through the most incredible orgasm of my life, his cock rubbing back and forth over mine. Then Usman was stiffening in my arms, shouting out as his hole clenched and come spurted from his cock which was squished between us, soaking us both.

My knot was forming, the gland swelling, tightening the already constricted space but that only seemed to bring Wren closer to the edge because his rhythm faltered and finally, he pushed in deep, his cock flexing against mine as hot liquid gushed against my tip.

The sensation was too much for my over sensitized cock. I had to grit my teeth and wait for him to finish. Finally, he pulled gently out, leaving me to knot Usman on my own. Although he let out a moan at the loss, reaching blindly for Wren and pulling him against his side.

Somehow, I ended up with the two of them in my arms. I held them close to my chest, embracing them tightly as sleep overcame me.

I woke up some time later when Usman was wiggling carefully free of my softened cock. He slid off me, clearly trying not to disturb or wake me or Wren, who was snoring softly on my shoulder.

To my surprise, he didn't go far, tucking himself under my other arm, his head resting on my other shoulder. Then, a moment later, his hand lifted, brushing my faded mating scar.

So, he had noticed it.

My heart squeezed, but I didn't move, allowing him to explore it with those gentle fingertips.

And apparently, he knew I was awake now because he spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

"What happened to your omega?"

I swallowed and somehow forced the words out.

"Ari. She was in an accident on the bridge two years ago. A five car pileup," I said. "Hers was in the middle."

Usman was silent and then he lifted his head so that he could look in my eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said gently. "You didn't deserve that."

A lot of people had said that to me since it had happened. I took it with a grain of salt though. Who would deserve to lose their mate?

"No one would," I argued, but he shook his head.

"You're different. You're good." He placed a hand on my beating heart. "I can feel it."

He looked down, exchanging a look with Wren, who had clearly been awakened by our chat.

Wren let out a sleepy sigh and reached over my chest, making sure his arm was around both of us.

"See? I told you," he teased and Usman chuckled.

"Yes. You were right, as usual," he admitted.

My cheeks heated as I realized they had spoken about this before, about me being good or more likely, better than the alphas they'd known. And that made my stomach plummet because the alphas they had come across before must have been rough or cruel. After all, we had barely spoken, why else would they think I was a good person if not because I had been gentle with them?

Usman, still on his elbow over me, must have caught the concern in my eyes because he smiled softly and shook his head, probably cementing the opinion he had of me being caring and good.

It was doing strange things to me though, memories echoing, the same words but said with different voices and faces and at different times.

Ariana used to say that I had the biggest heart she had ever known. I didn't see it. I didn't think most people did either. I was a businessman. I had to be smart even if sometimes that took a toll on me. Now more than ever, since I no longer had Ariana at home to make all the tension leave my shoulders with one smile.

Except that right now in this moment with Wren and Usman against me… I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so like myself again. Surely it had never happened since that fateful day when I lost my mate.

That was the end for me. I'd thought life from that moment on meant being only half alive until my body followed the soul she had taken with her. I had sought out these omegas in order to ease the pain of everyday life. Not to replace her. Not to feel love and tenderness again.

And yet, it was doing more than easing the pain. Being with them was soothing me.

"What's wrong?" Wren asked and suddenly, they were both over me, looking down at me, reading me.

I swallowed and shook my head, unable to voice what was going through my mind. It was too crazy.

They exchanged a look and were probably about to start an interrogation, but I couldn't take that right now, so I pushed them both until they got the idea and made room for me to sit up.

"I'm starving," I said. "Should we get food?"

The way their eyes lit up made me chuckle.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"They have the best food I've ever eaten," Wren said enthusiastically.

"Can we order the flatbread again?" Usman asked.

I blinked at the two of them, trying to keep my expression neutral as reality invaded my thoughts again. These two weren't used to having good food. They probably weren't used to a lot of it either. And not good hotels, or clean beds or... hell, maybe not used to beds at all.

"Why don't we go downstairs to eat?" I suggested, suddenly wanting to treat them, well, the way I would treat anyone else. They deserved to feel equal. "You can get anything you want off the menu."

Surprisingly, they both hesitated, and I realized why the moment Usman glanced around at the heaps of clothing around the room. Maybe they thought hoodies and ripped pants wouldn't be accepted in a nice restaurant, but I could trust that the staff would know better than to remark on their clothes or give them trouble if they were with me.

"Anyone is allowed to eat there, and you'll be with me," I said. "Unless you really don't want to. We can order in too. I'll leave it up to you two."

They exchanged a look.

"Come on," Wren finally said. "When else will we get to eat in a nice restaurant?"

Usman caved at that, and they both got out of bed, quickly pulling their clothes back on.

I followed more slowly, watching them dress, feeling their giddy excitement grow for something so small and all I could think was that I was going to order them more than they could eat and make sure they tried some of all three courses. A couple nice cocktails too if they liked to drink.

They were both quiet going into the restaurant, letting me do all the talking, but the moment we were seated, they began to speak.

"Look at the table set up," Usman laughed. "Why are there so many forks?"

Wren couldn't answer, he was too distracted by the chandelier and decor.

And for some reason, their excitement was catching. The hotel restaurant was admittedly nice, but I found myself enthusiastically asking them their taste preferences and telling them which drinks to order. They had already tried a lot of the food, but that didn't matter. It only made them more excited to eat it all again.

Our table ended up laden with food and drinks and it all tasted better than anything I could remember having because I couldn't help but take the time to taste it all properly. To enjoy it even half as much as they were.

"A breakfast sandwich just won't cut it tomorrow," Wren joked as we went into the elevator to return to our room. "We'll just have to go into heat more often."

I chuckled.

"Well three times a month is plenty between us."

They glanced at each other.

"So, you'll seek us out when you're in heat too?" Usman asked.

I paused.

"If you want me to," I said.

Another look was exchanged and then they both nodded.

"But how will you reach us?" Usman asked, frowning. "We don't have a phone."

That stopped me short for a moment, but the elevator door opened, and I followed them down the hall, mulling over my thoughts.

"You called me from the Belfort," I mused as we entered our room. "I guess that doesn't really work for calling you back."

The bed was still in a heap but neither of them fixed it the way Ariana would have before kicking off their shoes and climbing in, sitting against the headboard.

"Do you guys want to watch TV?" Wren asked and again it was like a slap across the face because he was so hopeful and I could tell that something so simple was unique to them.

I nodded, sliding in next to Usman who shifted to give me more room.

They were so delighted by the little things. It was the way everyone should be; appreciative and grateful, but it was hard to not get used to what you had and I was realizing now I took most things for granted.

"Where do you two live?" I asked.

"By the river," Usman said.

"In the tent city?" I guessed.

"MmHm."

I didn't say any more, just reached over to put my arm around both of their shoulders. They settled in like that, not even questioning it, just getting comfortable instead.

Wren chose to leave it on a cheesy action movie that wouldn't have kept my attention at all if not for the laughs it drew out of my two companions.

And somehow, belly's full and needs met, my hookup ended up leading to one of the coziest nights I could remember.

Usman fell asleep first.

When he did, Wren shut off the TV and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Then, catching my eye with a playful smile, he leaned over Usman and pressed a similar kiss to my lips before pulling back and settling on the pillow next to Usman, still watching me while my heart thudded.

"Thank you," he whispered, "for everything you've done for us."

Before I could answer, he glanced down at Usman, hand absently stroking his shoulder.

"I don't know what it is, but I really like you," he said. "And I know Manny does too, or we wouldn't still be here."

I didn't know what to say, but apparently Wren didn't expect me to say anything because his eyes drifted closed, and breathing evened almost at once.

After a moment, I reached for the bedside table light and switched it off, but it was a long time before I could sleep because everything felt off.

And in the morning, it was even worse.

Somehow, I got up, got dressed, and Wren and Usman got into my car. Somehow, I drove them to the river to drop them off. Like it was normal. Like it was okay.

I could see the tents stretching down below the bridge. Last year an effort had been made to remove the tent city by Lunar City officials, but that campaign had gone nowhere. I had barely given it any thought, but Wren and Usman had probably been down there wondering where they'd end up.

Wren opened the door and climbed out, but Usman hesitated.

He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to catch his green eyes while my heart clenched.

"Thanks Chase," he said softly. "We'll see you again, right?"

It occurred to me that we hadn't figured out the phone issue. I cursed internally, suddenly panicked. How was I supposed to find them, to keep in touch with them, to check on them?

Swallowing, I forced a nod.

That seemed to be enough, because he smiled, gave my shoulder a little squeeze and climbed out after Wren, who bent down and gave me a little wave and a smile.

Until next time.

And in the meantime, they wouldn't be eating nice food or sleeping on nice beds or probably even warm...

My logical side cursed me for ever getting to know them. For getting close enough to worry about them. My true side ached as I watched them walk away.

And then all thoughts pushed aside when someone suddenly stepped into their way.

I could tell even from a distance that he was an alpha and even though I had no claim to either of them, my entire body stiffened. I watched with razor sharp focus, body ready to jump from the car until Wren pulled Usman around the dirty looking being and they kept walking.

Forcing the breath I'd been holding from my lungs, I put the car in drive.

As I started to pull away, all of my instincts screamed at me to stop. To go back.

My knuckles were white on the steering wheel. My heart started to thud.

Everything inside me told me that I had found them for a reason. That I was abandoning them when they were mine.

It wasn't just the sex, although that was amazing too. Somehow, even though we weren't bonded—even though I didn't think we possibly could be, it felt like more. It felt like... like kismet.

My hands were shaking.

No one else would understand how I felt in that moment. I didn't want to betray Ari's memory by moving on. I had never planned to replace her, and never with two omegas simultaneously. Yet I couldn't deny that we fit. But how could I be meant to be the alpha for three omegas in my lifetime?

It made no sense, but my instincts were blaring alarms in my head to turn back and take what was mine. To protect them and love them even though they hadn't asked me to.

And the future that had seemed so bleak, now looked like it was filled with unknown possibilities once more.

My car swerved, like my body had decided before my mind did. I cut someone off, nearly causing another pointless crash, but sweating and heart racing I continued to turn around.

I forced myself to drive faster, feeling overwhelmingly like I'd thrown both Wren and Usman into a den of hungry wolves.