Chapter 29

CHAPTER 29

I f this big dickhead isn’t going to share, I’m about to completely go back on my word with this truce.

He’s feeding Sloane cut-up grapes so she doesn’t choke.

Why didn’t I think of that?

Fuck, I’m terrible at being an Alpha and shit. What if Sloane realizes it and decides I’m not a worthy scent match after all?

“I feel like I deserve compensation for making sure everyone stays sane during this heat,” Ethan says, cracking open a beer for himself and handing me the other one. “Bram’s a caregiver. Genuinely, I think he gets hard feeding her the grapes. You don’t have to be like him.”

“But she chose him. She didn’t choose me.”

“For the love of God. Shut the fuck up,” Ethan says, grabbing my chin and planting a rough kiss against my lips.

He pulls back, and I blink at him, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, wanted to do that for a while. You’re not a burden, Max. Sloane liked you before she found out you were her scent match. She was excited, but she was also afraid. Stop worrying so much, and just act how you want to,” he says.

So I do, grabbing his face and kissing him back.

Being with Ethan is easy, comfortable, and simple. I’m attracted to him, and he is to me. Bram isn’t as big of a complication with me and Ethan, and there’s no pheromones, just feelings.

He grabs my cock and starts to jerk me off.

“I want to fuck you,” I whisper in his ear, feeling bold.

I feel like solidifying this thing between me and Ethan will help make this all real and help me feel like a part of this pack. I also want him— desperately .

“Where’s the lube?” I ask.

Before I can even answer, it’s like Sloane transported in front of me with the lube. Bram stands behind her, awkward as ever as she hands it to me, and just blinks.

I clear my throat. “Is this okay with you, baby?” I ask her.

She nods enthusiastically as she shoves a naked Ethan on to his back.

“Stronger than she looks,” he laughs. “Do you want to ride my face while your scent match fucks me?” Ethan asks boldly.

Sloane hasn’t been dressed her entire heat, a mix of being too hot and ready to be fucked at a moment’s notice.

Bram stands there, also completely naked.

The only reason it’s not completely jarring is the amount of time I’ve spent in a men’s locker room.

“You could suck your broody Alpha’s cock too. You’re so good at that,” Ethan says, and Sloane preens at his praise.

Ethan lies on his back, and Sloane immediately straddles his face. Not a care in the world.

I’d like to get on their level when it comes to comfortableness. The two of them seem like a mixture of best friends and lovers. While what’s happening with Bram seems more intense, and I’m really still trying to figure out where I fit in all of this.

Bram seems irritated, which is his factory setting, I’m pretty sure. But he doesn’t storm off, push me, or say anything. He just grabs Sloane’s face and kisses her while she’s riding Ethan’s tongue.

I can’t look away when Bram slides his dick between Sloane’s lips. But when he catches me and glares, I immediately look away and focus on Ethan’s tight little ass.

He’s covered in tattoos on his thighs, arms, chest, and shins. But his perfect, tight, pale ass is just there for the taking.

I lube up my fingers and rim his asshole with the sticky liquid before sliding a finger inside of him. He moans against Sloane’s pussy, which makes her garble around Bram’s cock.

“Just like that, liefje, ”

I try to tune him out, but I enjoy his deep voice.

No, wait. I don’t enjoy anything about Bram. Well, except maybe how he treats Sloane and Ethan. Or possibly how good he is at hockey.

Ethan interrupts my thoughts, grabbing my wrist, indicating he needs more, and I oblige, sticking two more fingers inside of him.

His cock is hard and leaking against his stomach as I stroke my dick, lubing it up and pushing it against his entrance.

Unlike how I can with Sloane, I make sure to keep my knot out of the mix.

He’s tight and warm, and the sound of pleasure he makes when I slide all the way inside him, everyone moans. It’s like a ricochet of pleasure.

I smile to myself as I fuck Ethan, thinking about how in some fucked-up roundabout way, I’m fucking Bram.

I shake the thought away and stroke Ethan’s cock while I fuck him.

“How’s your Beta’s tongue, baby?” I ask Sloane.

I want to touch her but refrain. Bram and I have a truce, and touching her while his cock is in her mouth seems like crossing a boundary.

She hums around Bram’s length, and Ethan’s ass clenches around my dick. I continue stroking him as I push back his thigh roughly, giving me a better angle of his tight ass.

Should I feel proud when Bram is the first one to come? Probably not. Should it be so hot that some of him slipped out of her mouth and landed on Ethan? No.

But when Bram helps Sloane turn around, Ethan’s lips still sucking on her clit, and she leans forward and smacks my hand away from stroking Ethan, I lose it.

Her tongue licks the head, and I can watch the way I thrust in and out of him while she lavishes his cock.

“Fuck.”

She smiles, her tongue sliding against his slit, and I can’t help but to fuck him harder.

Ethan is whimpering and moaning, his thighs trembling from the pleasure, but neither Sloane nor I stop.

“Such a good Omega. I’m going to come,” I say, my knot hitting his tight entrance with each thrust. “God, Ethan. This fucking ass.”

That does it.

My cum fills Ethan as he comes down Sloane’s throat.

I pant and slowly pull out of Ethan who winces as Sloane sits up on the couch, spreading her legs wide as she plays with her pussy.

“That was awfully selfish of us,” I say, and she nods her head in agreement, making me laugh. “You got any toys, baby?”

“The second drawer on the left,” Ethan says, his arm strung over his eyes. Slick is glistening on his chin, and he looks completely worn out. When I look around the room, I finally notice that Bram must be in the bathroom.

Well, more Omega and Beta time for me.

I go to the drawer and pull out a big, fat, pink dildo with a massive knot on the bottom.

“Baby, you’re going to give me a complex,” I say as I sit it on the table.

I take a risk, hoping that Bram is in the shower, and I’m lucky that he is and didn’t lock the door. I sanitize my hands and dick and grab her diaphragm while I’m in here.

We did take it out last night, and no one fucked her since then, right? I shake out the thought and come back to the living room.

“They’ll be right back.” Ethan is consoling her and rubbing her pussy.

“I’m here. Let’s fill this sweet girl up,” I say.

Her cheeks are red, and her hair is sweaty. It’s evident she's worn out. It’s her first heat plus all the issues along the way. She has to be mentally and physically exhausted. I can’t even deny that I’m so ready to get out of this apartment and just go for a walk. It smells like debauchery and all of our scents mixed together, and I’d like to be able to think straight.

But right now, Sloane needs relief.

I get down on my knees, dragging the toy along her clit and seam before pushing it inside of her.

I lick and suck her clit while I fuck her with the toy. Her nails dig into my hair as she moans and pants, needing more. Her poor pussy is so overused and sensitive she’s having a hard time coming, and that’s what she needs to feel better.

“I think there’s a small vibrating bullet in there too. Should I get it?” Ethan asks in a worried tone.

“Yeah, go grab it,” I say, and Sloane immediately pushes my face back to her clit.

I smile as I eat her out, and Ethan returns with the small vibrator. I turn it on its highest setting and push the knot of the toy into her, moving it around inside of her.

Her back bows, and I don’t know what takes over me, but I lean forward and suck the meat of her thigh hard.

It sends her completely over the edge. Her grip on my hair tightens as I watch her pussy clench around the toy, and she moans in pleasure. Her orgasm lasts a while, and as soon as she passes the crest, she’s begging for the vibrator and toy to be moved.

I’m gentle as I turn the device off and slide the toy out of her. The amount of slick that pools onto the couch is obscene. But Sloane, ever the planner, had already put waterproof protection on just about everything.

She’s shuddering as she holds her hands out. I pick her up and carry her over to the bed.

I cradle her against my chest, and Ethan lies in front of her, petting her messy, sweaty hair off of her face.

“You both did so well,” I tell them.

“Not going to lie, you fucking me was not on my heat bingo card, but I’m not mad about it.”

“Is Bram mad?” I ask. Not that I care or anything.

“I think maybe he just needed a moment to himself. Just enjoy this, it’s about to be over,” Ethan says as Sloane passes out in my arms.

Fuck, once her heat is over, what does that mean for the four of us?