Chapter Nine

Archer

Everything happened fast. I’d always heard that when I met my mate or, in this case, mates, everything in my life would change, and it had. I’d gone from the worst night of my life to the best in what felt like moments.

From downloading the app to meeting my mates at the station…to shifting together…to now, I just didn’t know how to process it all, but then I realized I didn’t have to. These were my mates, a gift of Fate, and they were everything I could ever ask for. Perfect for me. For once, instead of analyzing, I needed to let go, and it was so much easier because we hadn’t bothered to dress again when we shifted back from our fur.

My mates were magnificent in both forms, and as we raced inside the house, pheromones were thick in the air. Both the alpha and omega wanted me as much as I wanted them, and I only hoped I would be able to please them.

But I would—because they were my mates.

We fell onto the bed in a flurry of kisses and caresses, the darkness hiding who was touching whom and which hand stroked whose body, but that was fine, too. Because I didn’t need to see to know that Oren was kissing me or that Heath lay on his back, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin. Our scents mingled in a foresty sort of scent, clean like after a rain, and I scooted down to find Heath’s cock and close my fist over it. I wanted to taste him, and after peppering kisses on his flat abdomen, I licked his cock from base to tip, savoring his gasp as Oren straddled his face.

Our sucking and licking were loud, as was our breathing in the otherwise quiet room. I sucked him slowly at first, enjoying the tremor in his limbs, but soon he was moaning around Oren’s cock, begging me to go faster—at least that was what I thought he said and it was what I did. I licked the tip and cradled his ball sac in the palm of my hand then lower, fingering his slick, tight hole, scraping my teeth lightly over his shaft until he went rigid and streams of salty cum splashed into my mouth. I didn’t want to waste a drop and deep-throated him. Swallowing as fast as I could, I took, I savored his taste and scent, my mate’s first time coming in my mouth.

It would be the first of many.

Then Oren cried out and his ass cheeks flexed, barely visible even with my shifter vision in the darkness but insanely sexy nonetheless. He rocked his hips faster and faster then sagged over our omega’s body, spent.

I knelt between Heath’s legs, loving the sight of my mates and the incredible scent of their cum mingling in the air. Pushing his knees up to his chest, I prodded my cock at his hole and past the ring of tight muscles. His slick eased my passage into his body, the walls flexing around me, driving me higher and, urged on by my mates’ soft and very naughty words, I sped up, driving in again and again until with a shout, I spilled inside him, wishing I could see more of both of them in this first moment of joining. When my knot swelled, I bent and sank my teeth into Heath’s throat, forever marking him as mine.

“Archer,” Oren asked softly, “have you ever taken an alpha’s shaft yourself?”

“No. But I would like to try. We have no lube though.” Still attached by my knot, I couldn’t even go buy any. It was a silly thought, probably, but I’d never wanted an alpha to impale me until now.

“Our omega has slick to share. If you’re willing?”

“Yes. Please.”

I tensed though, when he came behind me and reached between Heath and me for the slick. Would it hurt?

“It might hurt, but if you want me to stop, just say so,” he whispered as if he’d heard me thinking. Sometimes mates did.

“Just do it.” I was still knotted to our omega, and the idea of him taking me while I couldn’t move held an extra bit of thrill, one that saw me through when his head squeezed into my virgin hole, followed by the rest of his cock. Impaled was right, but somehow, although it hurt, it also felt good, more than good, and I kissed our omega senseless while our alpha fucked me. Would it have been like this with anyone else?

No way.

With each thrust, he stretched me wider, murmuring encouragement, telling me to relax and driving deeper until finally his cum spurted into my body, burning the stretched-out tissues and sending me into an unheard-of knotted orgasm.

At least, I’d never heard of one.

He leaned past me to place his mark on our omega and then we all lay together, tied by two knots and resting because already I wanted them both again.

My mates.

So fast, but so right.