Page 12 of An Alpha's Commitment

Irian and I often messed around together, even without Talius present. Talius had repeatedly told us that he was fine with it, even that he loved that we played together. The reassurance was mainly for me, I think, because Irian was always confident that Talius was happy to indulge his every whim. That omega's self-assurance was amazing, and only something I could aspire to.

This was something different though. When we messed around, we made out, shared handjobs and blowjobs, but it was all simple fun. We'd never gone further. It would be a big step.

But Talius' determination to find a way of mating me had given me a level of confidence that was like a burst of sunlight on a cloudy day, and I wanted to ride that shaft of brilliance while it was there. That I could do so, with the full support of my Alpha, was the icing on the cake. I could be dominant and still fulfill the submissive side of my nature at the same time.

Yes, I decided, I did want to do this. But what about Irian? Did he want this?

But he'd said something earlier, hadn't he?

I hadn't paid much attention - any attention, really - because it just wasn't a thing. But just because it was unthinkable in my old pack, didn't mean it wasn't possible elsewhere. Goddess knew, Talius ran his pack very differently to Zarbius.

"Isca?" Talius' gruff voice gently nudged me back to the present.

I'd stopped moving and Irian had stilled beneath me, watching intently, lips parted.

"Do you wa...?" I began.

His vigorous nodding cut me off. "Yes, do it!" he urged, eyes dancing. His hips undulated under me, encouragingly. His shaft rubbed against mine. Irresistible. With a mind of their own, my hips responded, thrusting hard against him. The delicious rub of the silky skin of our hard shafts created an urgency that had had me grinding harder and faster, as Irian moaned and little grunts fell from my lips.

I picked up the pace.

"Yesss, Alpha, I want to," I gritted out, working my hips even more vigorously against Irian's pelvis.

A pair of rough-skinned hands grasped my hips on each side, pulling me down the bed.

"Control," he murmured, gently.

Talius was right. I was getting so excited at the idea of fucking Irian, rutting so hard against him, that I was going to come before I got inside him.

I drew in a few stuttering breaths, stilling. Irian watched me, pupils blown, chest heaving, as he waited for me to get control of myself.

A couple more deep breaths. In, o-u-t. In, o-u-t. That helped.

I slid my tongue around Irian's navel, making him gasp and squirm, then licked my way down to the crease of his groin, running my wet tongue over that tender skin and nibbling with my teeth. Irian's hard cock bumped my face, warm against my cheek, but apart from sliding my tongue once down the shaft, I ignored it. I knew I wasn't going to last. The scent of Irian's slick was intoxicating and I felt a trickle running down my own thighs, heard Talius' inhale right behind me.

Irian whined, bucking his hips, urging me to get on with it.

Trembling, I lifted one of his legs over my shoulder. I hesitated. Then I felt the warmth of Talius' hand on my shoulder. His support boosted my confidence. I lined myself up with Irian's slick-drenched hole and pressed in. The tight ring of muscle only resisted briefly before accepting me. I closed my eyes as I slid home and the wet warmth of his tunnel closed around my length. It was so good. He felt so good. I'd never imagined it would be like this.

Overwhelmed, my head began to buzz and black spots began to appear.

"Breathe," ordered Talius over my shoulder.

Right! I needed to do that! I dragged in a massive breath and the spots cleared.

I began to move, thrusting in and out of Irian's warm body. He smiled, and his eyes fluttered closed. His other leg came up over my shoulder and his hips lifted off the mattress. I thrust again, deeper. Irian groaned and cried out.

"That's it," murmured Talius, encouragingly. "Give him more."

My heart was racing, my blood pounding in my head, and I heard him as if from afar. Some part of me responded, pushing harder and faster into that wet heat, Irian's moans and groans filling the room mingling with the obscenely wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Slick gushed down my legs.

Our combined scents filled my nostrils - Irian's slick, my slick, and Talius' arousal. He grunted behind me, and his hard cock pressed at my slick hole, driving into me until he was fully seated, his balls flush against me. He kept time with me, thrusting into me as I thrust into Irian. Talius let me set the pace, never taking over, the familiar sensation of his cock deep inside me grounding me and keeping me present.

Together we drove into Irian, relentlessly urging him on. Hismoans and whimpers bounced off the walls. Talius adjusted our angle slightly and on our next thrust Irian shouted out as his cock pulsed jets of cum onto his chest and chin, the white globules stark against his light olive skin. The sight tipped me over the edge and I cried out repeatedly as I emptied myself inside him, my brain fizzing out in a white blaze of sparks. I slumped over Irian, breathing raggedly but filled with a euphoria I'd never known.

Vaguely, I felt Talius' cock withdraw from my ass, though I didn't think he'd come. I was too tired to move, other than turn my head towards him.

He was standing over the pair of us, his appearance as wild and fierce as I'd ever seen him, lust written all over his face, and an expression of deep possessiveness.

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