Page 77 of Rut Bar

Anthony drops his chin to his chest to watch his cock pulse as he buries his root to the alpha’s nose and shoots his come straight down his bulging throat. “Fuck, babe. That’s good. Now clean me up.” He pulls back, and the alpha purrs as he licks the head clean, most of his focus on that silver cock ring.

I leave them to it while I give Veronica a tug to see if Jamie’s knot has shrunk enough to separate them. There’s a slight resistance that makes her stir enough to whimper, but he’s deflated enough that I can lift her off him.

A flood of semen and slick splatters us and the bed. I lift her and set her on her feet. When she wobbles, I end up holding most of her weight as I steady her.

While Jamie cleans Anthony’s cock, I do the same to her. I swipe my hand through her tender folds and scoop up the mixture from her pussy, then lift it to her mouth and shove those fingers inside. She gives me a token protest about the unexpected intrusion before she gets a taste of the slick and cum, and then she sucks my fingers clean.

“Good girl,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. I tug my fingers free from her mouth with a wet pop and repeat it. I feed it to her until she’s humming and happy, her thighs as clean as they’ll get without a bath. Her slim body sways against mine as she leans on me for support until my bad knee aches.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” I tell her.

“I’ll take her,” Anthony says.

He pulls away from Jamie and gathers her in his arms. While I’m grateful to not have to support her weight, I have a brief flicker of hesitation at being left alone with another alpha while we’re both in varying stages of rut. But Jamie does nothing more than blink as he lies there, his cock and knot deflated and his rumbly purr filling the room.

To test the boundaries, I sit on the bed, and when he tolerates that, I collapse in it. It’s late, and with my cock drained and my knee smarting, I’m ready for bed.

When did you get so old, old man?

The water runs in the bathroom while I burrow under the covers where it’s warmer.Why the fuck is the room so damn cold in here?The AC licks at my sweaty skin and I can only imagine what Jamie is feeling. He’s drenched in a thick sheen of pheromone-laden sweat. His muscles gleam in the harsh overhead lighting as he pants, his chest heaving, and purrs.

I make a list of all the things they got wrong while I lie in the rickety nest. The lighting is too harsh. The room is too cold. There aren’t enough good quality nesting materials. She may not care all that much right now when she’s in the dicked-down phase, but when her heat breaks and she goes into nesting mode, she’ll want them. The room is too big, but they put bed curtains up, which means they didsomeresearch. But why the fuck are they sheer? The whole point is to close off the nest and make it cozy. It’s not cozy if they’re sheer.

Anthony and Veronica’s return pulls me from my mental shopping list of all the things we’ll need to buy. He carries her to the bed and sets her down. She wastes no time burrowing under the blankets for warmth. I pull her to my side and turn so I can spoon her. Her head fits so nicely under my chin. Like she’s meant to be there.

Veronica nuzzles her face into my chest, then purrs and my heart nearly weeps from the sound. She’s so much more caring and accepting than I think she knows. And I can’t wait to prove that I deserve her. Every damn day.

“Babe,” Anthony says as he nudges Jamie awake where he’s passed out at the foot of the bed. “Get in the nest.”

Jamie harrumphs,but crawls up toward the head of the bed. He tugs blankets aside, ignoring her agitated warning chitters as he disturbs her, and then we all settle.

Anthony leaves the room and moves around the house for a few minutes, doing all the normal human things that we idiots forget about when our hind brains get stuck in heat mode and rutting. After he’s done locking up, he turns the lights out and slips into the nest with us. It’s cramped.

After a few minutes of silence, I whisper, “We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”

“Yeah,” Anthony whispers back. “I’m realizing that right now.” There’s another beat of silence before Anthony speaks again, “I know a store that’s not far. They have everything.”

With a lush, content omega curled into my side, I fall asleep before I can think of a reply.

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I wakeup to hands scratching through my chest hair. I take a moment to luxuriate in the intimate and pleasant sensation before I open my eyes. I slept like the dead, and if I dreamed, I don’t remember them. From the light coming through the window, it’s the next morning, but it’s still very early.

Veronica’s awake, and there’s a clarity to her eyes that wasn’t there last night. She’s hit a lull in her heat before the delirium sweeps her up again. “Hi,” she whispers.

“Morning, sweetheart,” I say with a sleepy grin.

She smiles, and with her wild, wavy hair tumbling over her shoulder and her breasts curving over the edge of the sheet she’s wrapped around herself, she’s the prettiest picture I’ve ever seen.

I’m not a man who has one-night stands. Who falls into bed with strangers. Or who makes big decisions quickly without drafting a pros and cons list first. But last night, I tossed all the rules and every single one of my morals into the wind because I scented her slick. This tiny omega has no idea how much power she holds over me.

“I thought I’d hallucinated last night,” she says. “But you’re really here, aren’t you?”

Before I can answer, she tips her face closer and hovers her lips by mine. It doesn’t matter that we both have morning breath. That I let her suck my cock before taking her on a date and buying her dinner. We’re doing things backward. But that’s how it is with alphas and omegas.

When the chemistry is intense and you’re a scent match, the quiet moments come later. I’m looking forward to a lifetime of quiet moments together with her.

I tip my head and close the tiny gap between us, and she deepens the kiss. Veronica leans over me, her hair brushing over my chest, and then she pushes me back so she can throw a leg over until she’s straddling me.

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