8. That’s Hot

Chapter 8

That’s Hot

Bishop

T he distinctive smell of rubber mats always takes me back to the time my brothers and I lived in a crappy one-bedroom apartment before we got the warehouse. It was shortly after our parents died, and we were just starting to get into alpha fighting rings. We couldn’t afford much furniture, so we filled the small living room, wall to wall, with old foam rubber mats a martial arts studio was getting rid of during a remodel.

When we weren’t laid up with broken ribs or arms—we broke a lot of bones in those early days—we were on the mat, practicing and sparring with each other. Even though we were mourning our parents and barely scraping by, scared to get any legitimate job that would put us on the government’s radar, I look back at those times with fondness.

Sure, we lost more fights than we won. We dined and dashed more than a few times just to have something to eat. I got thrown out of several casinos and knocked around by security, not having yet mastered how to count cards without detection. We slept on mattresses on the floor, two twins crammed together that barely fit the three of us young, growing alphas.

Every loss, every victory, every long night and tired morning. We got through it together.

So, while grappling with Sinclair on the mat at the Estate’s gym feels totally different, there’s still something sweet and nostalgic about getting to create new rubber-scented memories with her. Not only is the old natatorium, with its mosaic tiling and expensive equipment, worlds apart from our sparse apartment, but the feel of Sinclair’s soft and lissome body twisting with mine has my heart racing for completely different reasons than when I’m wrestling with my brothers.

We’ve been working on getting out from under a mount where I have her straddled above the hips. With the right technique, it won’t matter that I’m bigger and stronger. She’ll be able to get out from under me.

We’ve been going at it for a while, and she’s breathing hard, cheeks pink and sweaty, as she blocks my strikes. Ecker is on his hands and knees next to us on the mat, coaching her through capturing my arm on my next punch.

I move to strike with my right, and she parries, shooting her arm out and clasping her hands behind my head, effectively trapping my arm. Using her legs and hips, she breaks down my base and rolls me onto my back with her in mount, the insides of her thighs squeezing my waist.

“Ah-ha!” Her face above me lights up as if she’s surprised she actually did it.

“Nice work,” Ecker cheers, standing up and clapping.

It must be my alpha nature because while I’m damn proud of her and love seeing how her eyes sparkle with a sense of accomplishment, I can’t help but lock my ankles around her waist and roll her right back over.

“Damn it.” She exhales and relaxes against the mat, not even trying to get out this time.

“Couldn’t help myself. There’s no prettier sight than my mate pinned under me and out of breath,” I tease.

Her lips quirk in a smile. “And here I was thinking you liked me on top.”

I chuckle and run a hand up her sternum to lightly collar her throat. The movement makes a light tingle of sparks dance through the bond. My stomach rolls with desire. I lean forward to whisper against her lips, “Only when you’re riding my cock, Omega.”

“If you two start fucking on the mat, don’t expect me to guard the door. I’m joining.” Ecker laughs. I know he’s joking—this time—but the idea of tearing her clothes off and fucking her here with him makes my balls tight and skin hot.

Sinclair rolls her eyes playfully then focuses back on me. “Okay, but what’s the point of rolling you over if it just puts you in position to roll me back over? Why not try to get out some other way?”

“There are other ways to do it, sure, but the main issue just now is that you weren’t expecting it. Tomorrow, we’ll show you how to break that closed guard position.”

“That’s when you have your legs locked around my torso?” she asks, and I nod.

I feel a sense of pride in her eagerness to learn and her work ethic. She doesn't need to do any of this—she has us to protect her. But I do love being able to teach her what I know and watch her grow and improve.

I turn to Ecker. “You know what, why don’t we just show you? Then we’ll be done for the day.”

I gesture to the mat with my head, and Ecker scoffs with a cocky grin. “Nah, you want me down there, you have to get me down.”

It takes a few moves, but I get him there eventually. Once on his back, he wraps his legs around my waist, locking his ankles behind me. He’s quick and strong, sitting up with a hip bump sweep to throw me onto my back and straddle me around the hips.

I exhale a punch of air when my back hits the mat. Ecker looms over me, his sharp eyes sparkling with a hint of gold. “Boo.”

Like electricity through a circuit board, Ecker’s tingling aggression rut makes a heat spark through Sinclair which then strikes me with a zing of lust and desire through the bond.

Ecker’s palms pin my bare shoulders, and Sinclair says breathily, “You guys look good together.”

“You might be the horniest of us all,” Ecker turns his head to the side to say to Sinclair with a laugh.

My mate's admiration makes the alpha in me glow with pride and desire to show off. I take advantage of the moment. While he’s looking away, unexpecting, I throw an elbow at Ecker’s head, knocking him off balance.

We continue to grapple, each landing a few blows and fighting our way out of the other’s submission holds. If Sinclair weren’t here, sparring with each other probably wouldn’t trigger an aggression rut, but with her sweet scent in the air and desire pulsing through the bond, it has us both gnashing our teeth and fighting for dominance.

Finally, I get him into a chokehold he can’t break that has him tapping out. I stand up and offer my hand to pull him to his feet as well.

“That was good, bro.” Ecker pulls me in for a hug and clap on the back. Our sweating, shirtless torsos glide against each other, and I feel Sinclair’s heady gaze on us.

When we pull apart, I’m not surprised to see her eyes dancing with gold. I chuckle. “You really are insatiable, Omega.”

She cocks her head with a smirk. “Are you complaining?”

“Certainly not,” I say.

“Let’s go shower,” Ecker adds, throwing his arm over her shoulders and tugging her close.

The changing rooms are nothing special, probably not having been updated since they were first built to accompany the now-filled indoor pool. There are long benches down a few aisles of lockers and a wall of showers at the end.

Sinclair is still buzzing as I turn on the water and Ecker peels off her shirt teasingly slowly. With the energy I can feel coursing through the bond, I wouldn’t be surprised if she started bouncing up and down, as if she were hopped up on caffeine and cocaine.

My alpha instincts are to soothe, to protect her from whatever this new feeling is, but I remind myself that she’s safe, that nothing’s wrong. I want to let her explore every part of being ours. Even if it’s unfamiliar, it’s what makes us, us.

Ecker must be picking up on it too because, while sliding her leggings off, he asks her, “What do you need, baby girl?” 1

Her fingers tremble as she reaches for his waistband. “I-I don’t know . . . but I know I want you.” She meaningfully looks between Ecker and me, so we know “you” means both of us.

“I’m still getting used to feeling your aggression ruts through the bond. It triggers my heat, of course, but I still get these hints or flashes of your alpha natures. It’s like . . .” Her brows pinch as she looks for the word. “It’s like I want to tear something apart, but also want to be torn apart.”

I realize she’s trying to describe the contrasting omega and alpha urges she can now feel through our bonds. Somehow, I intuitively know what she needs to soothe the war inside her.

That’s what being a good alpha is after all, predicting my omega’s needs and then going above and beyond to meet them.

I step out of my shorts and approach her with my cock heavy between my legs. “I’m going to force your submission, Sinclair.”

I wrap my hand around the nape of her neck and pull us into the stream of hot water. She gasps when I tug her head back to look up at me.

“You can fight me. Let all that anger and energy out. But you will submit for me. I’ll be as brutal as you need. I’ll fuck you hard and mercilessly and remind you of an omega’s place.”

Her face hardens with a scowl, but the idea of being forced to submit makes her arousal perfume the steam. When I see the fight amid the gold in her eyes, I know I was right.

I want to always be able to give her what she needs, even when—especially when—she doesn’t have the words to ask herself.

Ecker steps naked into the shower and gives her ponytail a harsh yank. He’s so rough, her back bows and her knees buckle. Both his hands spread wide on the back of her head, and she struggles uselessly against his attempts to push her to the shower tiles.

As her knees hit the floor, she huffs and glares up at me. I watch water drops gather on her eyelashes and slide down her breasts. Ecker keeps his grip on her head. I stroke her cheek, my fingers caressing her jaw and my thumb tugging her bottom lip down as I go.

“You can give me your mouth or I can take it. Either way, I’m gonna pound your tight, little throat until I’m feeding you my cum.”

She clamps her lips tighter together and tries to shake off my touch. When Ecker’s hold keeps that from happening, she attempts to push my hand away.

Instead, I catch her wrist. “That was a mistake, little mate.”

She tries to pry my grip off with her other hand, and though I could overpower her with little effort, I don’t do it right away. She fights to pull her hand back as I bring it closer and closer to my throbbing cock.

As soon as her palm grazes my skin, her fight wanes and her eyelids flutter, heavy with lust. I trap her hand around my cock and force her to stroke me up and down. “Good girl, now just open those pretty lips for me.”

That reignites her indignation, and she spits at me, hitting my lower abs. It quickly washes off, and although her message was clear, she emphasizes it by growling, “No.”

Ecker releases one hand to slap her tit, hard. She yelps, as much in shock as in pain, I’m sure. Red instantly spreads on her pale skin. “That wasn’t very nice, Omega,” he chastises. “It doesn’t make us want to be very nice either.”

I can tell his condescending tone rankles, her glare sharpening. That will only make what I’m about to do even more maddening.

And she’s going to love it.

Without warning, I pinch her nostrils shut. Her eyes widen as I cut off her only air supply with her mouth stubbornly closed.

Ecker crouches down behind her to whisper tauntingly in her ear, “You know what he’ll do the moment you open your mouth to breathe, don’t you?” Defiantly, she shakes her head.

“Or continue to be a brat and I won’t have a problem letting you pass out then waking you up with my cock down your throat,” I add.

God, her hand gliding up and down my shaft under my tight grip feels too fucking good, stoking my encroaching rut and crumbling my restraint.

I grind my jaw tight as I try to wait her out, but the sight of her on her knees in front of me with my brother’s hands controllingly in her hair and water sluicing down every perfect slope of her body makes it nearly impossible.

I’m about to give in and just pry her lips apart when she breaks and opens her mouth on a desperate gasp for air.

Ecker’s right there, shoving her head my way at the same time I thrust my hips forward. I let go of her nose and hand and stuff my cock into her mouth. A garbled cry of protest reverberates around my length.

Her hands fly to my thighs as I’m just as brutal as I promised. Even with the water from the shower, I can still tell when her eyes water with tears as I hit the back of her throat.

“Take it. Fucking take it,” I growl coarsely, already fighting off my orgasm.

Keeping one hand tightly fisting her ponytail, Ecker moves to her side and pushes his hand between her thighs. He groans, pleased. “Fighting really does get you wet.”

She moans as he drags his fingers over her pussy.

“So fucking soaked . . . just begging to be used,” he drawls tauntingly, plunging his hand deeper, her knees spreading for him.

Her hips buck as he sinks two fingers inside her, and the desperate keen she makes around my cock has me fully slipping into rut. I growl, my senses flaring to life, my skin electrifying, every sensation bigger, stronger. The sounds of her gagging grow louder as I pound harder, deeper.

Ecker keeps fucking her with his fingers while he pushes her head up and down my cock, pleasuring both of us.

Sinclair’s hands ball into fists on my thighs as a muffled whine comes from deep in her throat. “That’s it, come on my fingers,” Ecker encourages, his voice growing deeper with rut.

Her legs squeeze around his wrist, and I pull my cock out of her mouth just in time to hear her shatter with a cry. “Oh, f-f-fuck!”

Unhurried, Ecker gently withdraws his fingers and rises to his feet to stand next to me. She looks up at us with swollen, parted lips, heavy breaths, and glowing eyes.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

“You did good, but you have two mates to please,” I say, reaching for Ecker’s hard cock. My fingers wrap around his length, and he lets me guide it toward Sinclair.

Worn down to only her omega nature and submissive desires, she opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue. Ecker groans as I tease both of them, slowly dragging the head of his cock back and forth on her outstretched tongue.

Her eyes flick down to the movement, and she lets out a small whimper, her eyebrows knitting as if the sound surprised her. I feel her heat spike through the bond.

“Do you like the way my hand looks wrapped around his big cock?”

She bobs her head in a nod, and I slip the tip of his dick into her mouth. She closes around him with a satisfied hum. She doesn’t take all of him, so there’s room for my hand to make small, short strokes.

I’ve never touched any of my brothers like this, but I’m surprised by how natural it feels. It could be the rut, but I feel shockingly clearheaded. Her pleasure is my top priority, and I can smell her getting wetter and hotter the more I touch him.

Ecker doesn’t seem to mind either, rocking his hips to glide his cock through my fist to her mouth. “Fuuck.” He releases a throaty groan and rolls his head back. “That’s so good.”

I take in the lean lines of his body, his neck tilted back and abs flexed. He looks like a spoiled prince as he stretches his arms and folds them behind his head, unabashedly reveling in both of our touches.

Sinclair rubs her thighs together and blinks away the water streaming down her face. I feel her urgency for more through the bond, like getting only a taste of Ecker is driving her crazy.

Ecker must pick up on it too. “If you want more of my cock, he’ll have to let go.” It’s not said as a warning or threat, more as a question, as if asking how much further she wants to see us go.

Her eyes bounce indecisively between our faces and his cock, so he offers, “You like the look of his hand so much? What if it were my tongue?”

My stomach bursts into flames at the idea, knowing it will drive her wild. How crazy can we make her?

Ecker sends me a heated glance, then gives the slightest nod toward a shower bench against one wall. I’m not surprised that I understand exactly what he’s thinking, what he’s proposing.

In wordless agreement, I scoop Sinclair up and carry her quickly to the bench. Sitting down, I flip her in my lap so her back is to my chest. I grip the underside of her thighs and lower her onto my cock, her knees spread wide.

“Oh, god—” She mewls at the sudden fullness.

I buck into her tight and dripping pussy, giving her every fucking inch, and groan languidly. “Fucking hell . . .”

Before kneeling between my thighs, Ecker cups her chin for a quick but deep kiss that leaves her breathless.

“Fuck, you look so good taking his cock, baby girl.” With a devious glint in his eyes, he looks up at us, his palms dragging across her inner thighs. “Do you want me to lick your pussy until you’re coming on it?”

“Yes, please.” She moans.

“Look who remembered their manners.” I drag my nose up her cheek, then whisper in her ear, “Don’t forget to say thank you.”

Ecker is now holding up her leg, so when she tries to turn her head to look at me, I can grab her chin. Angling her face down to where Ecker has flicked out his tongue and leans forward, I order, “Now, watch.”

I feel her swallow as his tongue makes contact with the base of my knot. She clenches around me as she watches what I feel.

Warm pleasure drips through me as he gives a long, gratuitous lick up my length, making me sputter softly. “Shit, E . . .”

Heat spreads through my limbs as I hold her still and gently thrust up into her slick heaven. At the same time, Ecker drags his tongue through her pussy.

“Yesss.” She sighs with pleasure.

Soon, there’s nothing but the sound of the shower, our slapping flesh, and delirious moans. Ecker eats her pussy until her legs are shaking. He continues to lick the underside of my cock when he gets a chance. I find myself waiting with eager and hot anticipation for the next one.

I groan a bitten-out question, dying to know, “Can you taste her on me?”

“Yeah, and you guys taste even better than you look,” he rasps before spreading her lips open with one hand to suck on her clit.

“Oh my god.” She gasps as he pushes two fingers with his other hand into her tight and overfilled pussy. She squirms in my grip, her back arching.

I feel his knuckles rub against my cock inside her. It feels right, filling her like this, with both of us. It makes me want to swap out his fingers for his cock. The thought is so fucking hot, I can’t stop myself from squeezing her thighs and roughly shoving her down, chasing my release.

I bite her shoulder as I come with a groan.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” she chants, and her thighs fight to clamp shut, but I don’t let her. “Oh. My. God!” she screams, and hot liquid soaks my cock and squirts out of her as Ecker quickly removes his fingers.

Now, that was fucking hot.

“Goddamn, baby girl.” Ecker exhales with adoration. “I can’t wait to make you squirt like that every damn night.”

She releases a heavy breath and slumps into my chest. She’s so sated and happy, and there’s no denying I feel equally blissed out. If this unexpected experiment leads to results like this every time, I'm all in.

“I don’t know if I could handle that every night,” she says with a soft chuckle.

Ecker licks his her cum from his lips and laughs. “Oh, that wasn’t a question.”

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