Page 39 of An Alpha's Commitment

I gazed at Isca, letting my sincerity shine in my eyes for him to see.

“Omega, I am your Alpha, your bonded mate. I bind myself to you and will protect, defend and honor you. Until the end of days.”

This caused a stream of tears to leak from Isca’s eyes, and he blinked furiously to get rid of them.

“Isca?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, trying to compose himself.

Did he remember the words?

He cleared his throat.

“Alpha, you are… my bonded mate. I will come to you for protection. I am honored to be your omega. Until the end of days.” His voice trembled a little as he completed the exchange. He gave a little sniff as he finished, then the sweetest smile curved his lips as he looked shyly at me.

The candles flickered violently around the circle, and I heard voices. When I tore my eyes away from my new mate, I saw Xeres speaking to Irian, gesturing towards us.

To be honest, I’d been so absorbed with Isca, I’d forgotten Xeres was even there.

Irian nodded and walked towards us, into the center of the circle. Xeres resumed chanting, louder now.

The flames changed color again, flaring yellow then blue and finally green. They soared higher. Xeres’ voice rose in pitch, the words unintelligible, powerful and dramatic, but I paid him no heed. My gaze was focused on my gorgeous mate heading towards us. I didn’t know what Xeres had told him to do. That hadn’t been part of the plan.

Irian stopped beside where we lay, Isca plastered to my chest, my knot deflated but my half-hard cock still buried inside his warmth. Irian looked at me with his big brown eyes asking a question.

I nodded. I didn’t need to know the details to give him permission. I knew my mate well enough to know he wouldn’t attempt to do something I wouldn’t approve of. He might have been feisty but some part of that was an act, and he was a most loving and respectful mate.

Irian stripped off his clothes. He was already more than half-hard, which wasn’t surprising since we’d already established he had voyeuristic tendencies. Watching Isca and I mating would have been a massive turn on for him. And I'd already scented his arousal.

Once he was naked, Irian kneeled astride me, facing away from me, with his knees on either side of my neck, and his dick pointed towards Isca. It gave me a wonderful view of his glistening hole, ripe with slick, and ready access to his balls. As Irian lowered himself down, Isca raised his head and opened his mouth. Irian slid the swollen head of his cock past Isca's pretty pink lips, gave a great sigh and began moving his hips back and forth. I caught one of his pale furry orbs in my mouth with each pass, sucking on it, and letting it tug gently before releasing it as he moved his hips forward. I repeated it with the other one.

Letting go of Isca, I brought my hands up and grabbed Irian's ass, opening him up but also giving him support to make it easier for him to fuck Isca’s face. Irian groaned. Isca gurgled as Irian’s length reached the back of his throat.

I scented the musky, male scent that was unique to Irian and rubbed my nose along his perineum. I left my nose in place, his thrusts running my nose back and forth across his taint as he effectively pleasured himself. He whimpered. I felt his legs tremble, the movement making his ass cheeks wobble in my hands.

He thrust harder. Isca gagged. I slid my tongue up to Irian’s hole and teased it, licking and sucking, and slurping up the slick. Irian’s breathing grew ragged, almost gasping, little moans and whimpers erupting from his throat.

Stiffening my tongue, I pressed inside him. Now his movements had him fucking himself on my rigid tongue. He thrust faster and faster, and then his movements stuttered as with a cry he filled Isca’s throat. I curled my tongue inside him and he keened, and I felt an extra pulse shoot out of him.

He stilled, panting, kneeling over us with his head hanging down, glistening with sweat. Isca, lay on my chest, licking the residue of Irian’s orgasm from his lips. My face was sticky with slick, and I ran a finger through it, before sucking my finger into my mouth, savoring the taste of him. I was so turned on by his unexpected performance that my knot had reformed. I huffed. That wasn’t terribly unusual when I got together with my two omega mates.

The buzzing in my head was back, or maybe it never stopped. It was louder and more annoying than before. In the stillness the followed our lovemaking, I heard Xeres’ voice in the background, his monotonous chanting, seeming to reach a crescendo. I wanted him to go away.

The clearing was bright with the flames from the candles which were dancing and flickering with renewed energy.

A loud pop! reverberated through my head, and I lost awareness.

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When I came to, the clearing was dark, the candles extinguished. There was no sign of Xeres. I started, then relaxed. I was certain he wouldn’t have left us unprotected in such a vulnerable state. I assumed he’d set up protective wards around the clearing.

My knot had gone down, and Isca had rolled half off me and was lying sprawled over my chest. Irian was slumped over him.

I knew the moment Irian came awake, the mind bond snapping into crystal clear clarity. I felt him sigh down the bond, deeply sated.

Neither of us moved, unwilling to disturb our little mate sandwiched between us.

However it wasn’t long before Isca stirred too. I felt him wake up. He was there in my head, the mate bond that had been established between us before Irian did - whatever it was he did - still intact.

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