32. Gabriel

CHAPTER 32

GAbrIEL

Deadbeat with a Capital D: brEAKING NEWS of what's giving me a raging hard-on at this exact moment!!!

Deadbeat with a Capital D sent a photo

Deadbeat with a Capital D: Whoops! That was footage of Baltasar's cock-pocket from last night. Hold, please…

Micah tasted like sunshine.

How the fuck does someone taste like actual sunshine?

It didn't matter, because his lips were on mine—fucking finally— and I was drinking down his slutty little moans like a dying man at a desert oasis as I licked my way into his mouth.

Gimme more.

Any lingering anxiety I'd had about our attraction evaporated, thanks to the happy—and definitely horny— resonance buzzing through our bond from all sides .

Back off, bitches.

This one's mine.

I may have been slightly exaggerating when I said I didn't give a shit if Theo and Ziggy reconciled, but I wasn't lying when I said kissing Micah was purely for me.

Mine for now, at least…

Heroes had been off-limits for so long, I hadn't realized until recently that what I'd felt every time I spied on the Salah family box during Deathball finals was an actual crush. Unfortunately, by the time Micah and I became friends, I was bonded to Theo, and when he disappeared into space with Ziggy, I'd assumed that was the end of it.

But it was only the beginning.

The beginning of everything.

"Fuck, Gabe…" Micah gasped when I came up for air. "This is so fucking intense." He was shuddering, collapsed against me with his palms flat on my glowing chest, taking in huge gulps of air like he'd just run a marathon.

"Good intense or bad intense?" I asked, brushing my lips over his, loving how they trembled.

"Good," Micah breathed, closing his eyes and melting into my arms, surrendering to the experience. To me. "It's just… It's just a lot."

Understood.

I'd felt the same way the first time Dre and I shared Theo—when we discovered we were Stellarians. The sensations coursing through me in that moment had been overwhelming, almost more than I could handle, but my existing connection with my twin helped me bear it .

Something similar was happening now. If Micah and I hadn't already been on our knees, solidifying our bond might have sent us there. In this moment, however, we were held by three additional souls—all of us connected like a celestial chain traveling through space.

Stellari supremacy forever.

"That's enough for now," I whispered, stealing one last kiss before gently lifting him off my chest, steadying him until he found his equilibrium again.

Or his stellar collision…

On cue, Ziggy materialized two inches behind Micah, possessively wrapping his mate in so many starry tendrils, I had to squint from the glare.

"Thanks for the foreplay, Awe." He chuckled, smiling wickedly. "Perhaps I'll let him scream your name the first time he comes on my cock."

Micah only had time to sharply inhale before they were gone.

Asshole.

Sexy fucking Space Daddy asshole.

In the brief silence that followed, I stared down at my lap, not wanting to face Theo and Dre until my goddamn hard-on went away.

Breathe, Gabe…

As predicted, my stellar collision was incapable of waiting for me to compose myself before sharing his Very Important Inside Thoughts.

There's literally no need for me to read his mind.

"Well, I've never been harder," Theo announced unnecessarily. " Do you think your new plaything would want to join us in bed, angel?"

Dre shouted a warning, but it was unclear who he was yelling at. It didn't matter anyway. I was already striding toward Theo, intent on making it crystal clear he'd touch Micah over my dead body.

Mine, mine, MINE!!!

Before I could throttle our brat, Dre wrapped himself around me in the Suarez sibling cradle hold and took me to the ground.

"Chill, dude," he growled. "We have enough alpha and alpha wannabes in this relationship already."

I snarled and threw an elbow, surprising my twin enough to let me go.

Good.

"And we can't have that, can we?" I snapped, angrily brushing sand from my clothes as I stood. "We can't have me being anything other than the submissive puppet I am."

Dre looked devastated by my words, but Theo reacted like any predator would when encountering what they assumed was wounded prey.

By going in for the kill.

"Oh, I love it when my sweet angel gets feisty!" Theo cooed, gracefully rising from his lounger before sauntering closer. "Did that tasty little hero get you all worked up? Do you need a reminder of who you submit to?"

Too bad I'm no prey.

"Nah." I smirked, channeling petty as my superpower. "I could probably get everything I needed if I just joined Micah and Ziggy in bed."

Of course I didn't mean it, but fuck, if the murderous look on Theo's face didn't make my dick hard all over again.

"Both of you need to stand down!" Dre snapped, placing himself between us before anyone started swinging. "We all just need to?—"

My twin stopped speaking so abruptly, I pulled back to check on him.

Dude's looking a little green…

"Cat got your tongue, demon?" Theo teased, although concern flashed over his face in response to the uncharacteristic hesitation.

"We need to…" Dre cleared his throat and blew out a slow breath, which only added to the suspense. "Communicate."

That fool actually whispered the word, and it was all I could do not to bust out laughing at how ridiculous he was.

It sounds like someone has been taking notes from Dr. Micah.

"Fine," Theo said curtly—weirdly cooperative but still salty as hell. "But Gabriel needs to explain why he doesn't want to take my cock anymore. I know for a fact it's above average size and that I expertly wield it to fuck like an animal."

No lies detected.

My desire to stay mad crumbled at the sight of my alien looking legitimately upset. "It's not that, T…" I sighed, feeling the fight bleed out of me. "I love how you fuck me—how I've been given permission to submit for you. It's just… I miss… "

"You miss topping," Dre quietly finished my sentence for me. When I nodded gratefully, his lips twisted. "You miss expertly wielding your cock to fuck like an animal."

"Asshole," I huffed with a smile.

He's not wrong.

Theo threw his hands in the air in exasperation. "Why in Stellaria's name would you think I wouldn't want your perfect cock in my ass, angel? That's one step closer to both of you being in there together!"

Save it for the fanfic, cest_sells.

"Because I don't…" I snuck a glance at my twin. "I don't want to mess up our dynamic."

Dre's brow furrowed. "You can fuck his bratty ass whenever you want. I don't care."

I swallowed hard, hoping that what I was about to say wouldn't make things weird with my twin.

Or encourage Theo into making it weirder.

"I-I like it when you're there, though," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat at my confession. "Everything just… hits different when I'm sharing it with you."

Can you imagine if everyone was involved?

Dre smiled softly, effortlessly following my filthy thoughts as if they were his own.

Open door forever.

This smile turned into a smirk as he stepped closer and fisted my hair, yanking my head back so he could whisper in my ear. "Silly little angel. You think I can't dom both of you while you fuck our brat into submission? "

Yes.

That's what I want.

"Let's play," I breathed as our cells collectively dematerialized.

The three of us landed on our bungalow bed a moment later in a tangle of limbs, but before I could reorient myself, I was being pinned to the mattress by half a dozen tendrils.

Dre's tendrils.

"Take off your ridiculous speedo," my twin barked at Theo before glancing down at me. "And get him naked too."

"Yes, Demon," Theo snickered, unleashing a single tendril to slice through the tiny scrap of fabric before unleashing several more to shred my clothes into ribbons.

I hissed as he accidentally-on-purpose made me bleed, but the taste of pain only spurred me on.

"Use a tendril to get yourself ready for me," I growled, needing to remind everyone involved I wasn't a passive participant this time. "And do it where I can watch."

Dre tightened his grip on my wrists as Theo gazed down at me with interest. "Good idea, Angel," he purred salaciously. "I need to prepare for that above average cock of yours."

Such a brat.

I struggled against my restraints as Theo dropped to a crouch, leaning back so I'd have an unobstructed view of his tendril snaking into his ass.

"Keep it tight," I gritted out, nearly cross-eyed with desire as I watched him work. "I want you to feel every inch of me."

I wanna ruin you .

Theo thinned out his tendril on the next outward motion, the natural lube creating a squelching sound that had my hips thrusting into empty air.

"That's enough." Dre snapped his fingers at Theo then pointed to my throbbing dick. "It's time for you to show us what a worthless cockslut you are."

Yessss…

"This would be so much better if you were both beneath me," Theo grumbled as he kneeled and straddled my hips. "Then I'd really feel it when?—"

You aren't in charge here.

Our brat didn't get the chance to finish. I unleashed my tendrils, secured his hands behind his back with one, stuffed another down his throat, and used the rest to slam him onto me, buried to the hilt.

"Fkmph!" Theo cried out, shuddering helplessly as I impaled him.

"Good boy," Dre murmured, making me whimper.

Pick a lane, dude…

The truth was, I didn't want to pick. Theo felt like heaven on my cock, but the way Dre was still controlling the situation—controlling me —was pure bliss.

I don't want to choose.

I want it all…

"You deserve everything you want."

I do.

"I've got you, Gabe," My twin smiled down at me, and I saw galaxies in his eyes that felt like home. "Now, wreck his ass. "

With pleasure.

I wrapped a few tendrils around Theo's legs, securing his calves to the backs of his thighs and immobilizing him completely.

Of course, he could have used his own tendrils to fight his way free—or star hopped and escaped—but I knew he wouldn't. As bratty as our stellar collision was, he cared deeply about his mates and would willingly give us anything we desired. Letting me claim his ass was an easy wish to fulfill.

Too bad I'm not going to take it easy on him.

"Dre's right," I panted as I lifted him off me, only to slam into him again. "You are a worthless cockslut. The only thing you're good for is being treated like a fucktoy."

Theo tried to say something— big surprise— but I stuffed another tendril down his throat and another in his ass alongside my dick before starting up a rhythm that was borderline violent.

Just how we like it.

"Perfect," Dre praised as he ran a hand through my sweaty hair, lighting me all the way up. "Two perfect sluts."

Holy fuck.

The blast of subby satisfaction I could feel from Theo was mirrored by my own. "Please keep touching me," I begged, beyond caring if I was crossing any lines with my twin.

Everything feels better with you here.

As always, Dre indulged my needs, kneeling beside the bed, wrapping his hand around my throat and leaning down to whisper in my ear .

"Keep fucking him like you mean it, Gabe. I want his ass raw by the time I get my turn."

"F-fuck…" I choked out, arching backward as my balls drew up tight.

The vision of Dre wrecking Theo all over again after I was done with him had me jackhammering into our brat like an animal—chasing my release so intensely, I almost forgot about the role I was playing.

"Fucktoys don't get to come," I growled, coiling a tendril around Theo's throbbing cock and cinching it tight before he could blow.

But I need to…

Knowing exactly what I needed, my twin tightened his grip on my throat, sealing my fate. "Fill his bratty ass up," he whispered raggedly. "I want to fuck your cum into him before I fill him with mine."

Holy fucking fuuuuuck!!!

My vision whited out as I unloaded deep into Theo's guts, gritting my teeth to stop from screaming someone else's name.

I hope he screamed mine, though…

It was only the feel of Dre loosening his hold on my neck and limbs that brought me back down to Earth. I released Theo from his tendril Shibari and took a breather while my twin shoved his bratty face into the mattress and fucked him until he cried.

The usual.

Once we were all fucked out and cleaned up, Theo snuggled himself between us like the secretly schmoopy fool he was .

"You know, angel…" he began, oddly hesitant. "I was only joking earlier… about inviting Micah into our bed."

So ridiculous.

"I know." I laughed. "And I was just being a jerk when I mentioned Ziggy's bed?—"

"Noted," he sighed, yanking me into his arms. "It's probably for the best. I would prefer to not battle my son to the death, especially when I'm so close to making amends."

We can't have that.

"Does this mean you plan to talk to Ziggy?" Dre mumbled, sounding half asleep on the other side of the bed.

Theo grimaced. "The plan is a bit loose, but… yes?"

That sounded like a question.

I was thankful my smile was hidden against his chest. "You've got this, T, and we have your back no matter what."

"And my front," he chimed in salaciously before sobering again. "I know you do, angel, and I'm grateful for the support."

When I raised my head to gape at him, he added, "Even though you are both the worst things that have ever happened to me."

Perfect.

"Whatever you say, old man," I murmured, cuddling closer, more than happy to submit to my big scary alien again. "We love you too."

Unsurprisingly, Theo didn't reply with the dreaded L-word, but I still found myself lulled to sleep to the sound of his happy resonance.