Chapter Twenty-Three
Oren
I shut the door behind me, a bag of five different varieties of olives in my hands. Heath’s cravings had usually been very specific, but this time, he didn’t know if he wanted green or black or cured olives. He just knew he wanted olives, and I wasn’t going to leave his craving unmet. It was the least I could do, given he was growing our baby.
I’d dashed to the store just minutes before it closed and grabbed all the types I could find. Had we been in the city, there’d have been a bunch more in my bag, but this would have to do. Mission accomplished, I came into what appeared to be an empty house.
“Archer? Heath?” No answer.
It didn’t take long to guess they had gone out back. I stepped onto the back porch, and sure enough, there they were, sitting on the steps, taking in the gorgeous hues of the sky as twilight settled in.
“Hey,” I said softly, not wanting to shatter the moment. “I come bearing olives.
They turned their heads, and their smiles were like beacons guiding me home. Heath’s hand rested on his swollen belly. He was getting quite large and, while I had heard him worry over his attractiveness, he didn’t need to. There was nothing I found sexier than the way his body changed for our growing child.
“Look at the colors,” Archer murmured, his arm wrapped protectively around Heath. “They’re gorgeous.”
I nodded; they truly were. The olives, the store, the rush—it all faded away.
“Couldn’t agree more.” I took my place beside them, our trio complete once more.
“Got you all they had,” I said, holding up the bag with a grin.
“Thanks, love, but the cravings have shifted,” Heath chuckled as he licked his lips.
“Oh?” Crap. The store was closed now. I crossed my fingers he wanted something I could either create or find at the Grizzly. “And what might you be craving now?”
“Right now?”
I nodded.
“I’m craving my two alphas. Think you could help me up?” This was the one place he had trouble navigating getting both up and down, but it was also a favorite spot of his. We each offered him a hand and he managed to get up first try, which was good. Last time, it took a couple, but he’d sat here for over an hour then, something he decided not to do again without a walking break.
“Careful now,” I murmured, getting the side-eye I deserved in return.
He waddled into the house, and I unashamedly watched his ass as he did. I’d have felt bad if he hadn’t called over his shoulder, “I know you’re looking.”
“Totally am.”
“Me too.” Archer grabbed my hand, and we followed our mate all the way to our bedroom.
Archer moved forward, his fingers deftly working the buttons on Heath’s shirt, exposing the soft skin beneath. He pressed his lips to each new inch revealed, worshiping Heath’s body. And what did I do? I stood there and watched, taking it all in, my cock more than happy with the show before us.
“God, you’re both so beautiful together.” My hand slipped into my jeans, wrapping around my hardening cock.
Heath’s eyes locked onto mine for a brief second before his eyes traveled lower and he saw exactly what I was doing. Not that it would be a surprise. As he got larger, we had taken to more one-on-one lovemaking. He was horny all the time but quickly went into sensory overload with the hormones racing through him. Neither Archer or I minded. Heck, there were days like today when it was a dream come true. There was nothing more of a turn-on than seeing my two mates enjoying each other’s bodies.
Heath’s voice was thick with arousal. “You like this, don’t you?” He knew I did, but hearing him say it this way? Yeah, that was foreplay, and gods was it good foreplay.
I nodded.
“Tell me what else you would like.”
Gods, I loved this game.
“Would you like to watch me suck our mate?” He shifted, the swell of his belly moving with him. “Or see him suck me?”
The images flooded my mind, each one more tantalizing than the last. I could feel the pressure building, the tightness in my pants becoming almost unbearable.
“Maybe you want to watch him fuck me while you jerk off and come all over me?”
Gods, he was perfect.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“Yes, that,” Archer’s voice cracked as he spoke. He was just as turned on by this conversation as I was.
“Tell our mate what to do.” Heath licked his lips. “Tell him.”
“Archer, fuck our mate. Make him come.”
Archer’s gaze met mine, and he gave a single nod.
Together, we guided Heath gently onto his side on the bed so his ass was near the bottom of it. As hot and sexy as this was, we couldn’t forget that our mate was very far along in his pregnancy and he didn’t have the agility he once had.
He grabbed his thigh and lifted one leg, creating the perfect angle for Archer to stand there and drive into him, while I watched.
I stripped away my remaining clothes, not wanting to miss a second of the show. Finally naked, I positioned myself where Heath could watch me, just as I could watch the two of them. When I was in place, my hand jerking slowly, Archer lined his thick cock up with our omega’s slick entrance and slowly entered him.
Heath’s moan of pleasure filled the air and I nearly came right then. Archer stilled, making sure that Heath was both comfortable and ready, before slowly moving in and out of him.
As Archer moved in and out, faster and harder with each thrust, Heath’s eyes locked onto mine.
“Oren,” Heath gasped, and it was all the encouragement I needed. My hand worked my shaft, matching Archer’s movements.
Heath moaned and whimpered, not holding back as our mate made love to him. At first, he watched me intently, but as his orgasm neared, his eyes closed, almost as if he was trying to hold it back, to keep this going just a few seconds longer. When he opened them again, his fox was shining through them.
“Oren,” Heath breathed out, his voice laced with lust and adoration, “you’re so...damn sexy.”
I could only grunt in response, lost in the raw sensations of the moment.
“Archer...you feel incredible,” Heath moaned, his eyes still on me, the angle not allowing for much else.
“I’m so close.” His eyes closed again, his voice strained. “Come with me—both of you.”
I stepped closer, unable to deny his plea, my orgasm slamming into me as I came on him only seconds after he cried out with his own pleasure, followed quickly by Archer doing the same.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” I teased, as Archer and I tried to help our mate up to a better, drier spot of the bed without Archer’s pulling too hard.
When we achieved that goal, the three of us snuggled up together. The mess would still be there when Archer’s knot released, but, until then, I wanted to enjoy this time, just the three of us ridiculously in love and completely spent.