Page 112 of The Butcher

“Oh, pretty girl, I am so fucking sorry.” I bend and kiss the top of her head, tying her dark brown waves up with a scrunchie. “I’m so goddamn sorry we left you.”

Indy winces at that, almost flinching away from me, and it’s like a knife to the chest.

But I’d let this woman flay me wide open and slowly cut away my insides if it made her happy, and since I know Nash would do the same and can’t really voice it—considering I don’t think he knows what’s going on outside of how his dick looks while he fucks our omega—I have to.

“I love you, pretty girl,” I whisper as I stroke her cheek. “I know I kind of said it before but you need to hear it now. I need you to hear it now, because we didn’t leave because of you.” Not entirely, we’ll save the full explanations for when she’ll be more likely to retain them. “I love you, so does Nash, and I can promise you we will never leave you like that again.”

“Clayton,” she groans as her eyes flutter closed, and it’s the only thing she manages to say before she cries, “Please.”

I’ll take that as a good sign.

“Fuck.”

My eyes move from Indy to Nash as he hisses the word between his teeth. His knot must have slid all the way in because his thrusts are quicker and shorter, and he’s pulling Indy’s ass back to his hips like he can’t get deep enough.

This is good. This is what’s supposed to happen. Nash locks in, he unloads buckets of cum, they get a breather, then we rinse and repeat for who knows how long. Indy will feel better when he orgasms, I’m sure Nash will, too, and?—

Choking on the words in my head and nothing more, I gasp and cough as something unexpectedly tightens around the base of my cock.

“Jesus,” I grunt, channeling a little bit of my alphas as I look down in time to see our girl lick me from root to tip before essentially inhaling my dick. “Fuck me.”

Indy sucks hard, hollowing out her cheeks as she bobs her head, twisting her hand at the base of my shaft each time she moves it in time with her mouth. The tip hits the back of her throat and I moan, reaching out to brace myself against the wall, watching as Indy takes more of me, deep throating my cock like she was born to do it.

Christ, this feels good. So fucking good, especially since I wasn’t sure how she’d feel about my direct participation but the unexpected and enthusiastic blowjob put my doubts to bed.

“Fucking hell,” Nash groans, slamming his cock into Indy the best he can. “Fuck, fuck I’m going to come.”

Those are the magic words, apparently.

Indy’s pace quickens, sucking me faster and cupping my balls just as they draw up tight. She pushes back against Nash so hard, rocking until she gasps around my dick, moaning so loud I can feel it vibrate up my shaft, and when our alpha yells out his release, knotting Indy in place as he starts to come, I lose it.

The first jet of my cum fires straight down Indy’s throat, my spine tingling as I watch her start to swallow me down.

“You’re taking us so well, pretty girl.” I bury my fingers in her hair as I keep coming, my hips jerking with each rope of my release. “Such a good fucking girl, our perfect little omega.”

Those bright purple eyes flip up to mine and making that kind of contact while she sucks my dick, as my cum spills from between her swollen lips and starts running down her chin, it has my orgasm hitting a new high.

“Fucking beautiful,” Nash growls, his stare still fixed on where their bodies are joined, and I can’t help the way I watch him, too.

His back arched, his fingers digging into her hips, Nash’s chest heaving as it pumps like crazy. Every inch of his body is covered in sweat, his tattoo covered muscles shiny in the dim fairy lights, rippling as he tries to catch his breath.

“Holy god in the after,” I whisper as I keep coming. It’s an incredible feeling, one I don’t think I’ll ever have words to truly describe, but I had no idea there was this much cum inside me, and that must mean?—

I look at our alpha again, my eyes dropping to Indy’s ass, and I see exactly what I had a feeling I would.

From just below his belly button down to his thighs, out across his hip bones, and all over our omegas ass, is easily the largest quantity of the creamiest, sticky, thick combination of cum and slick ever known to man. His pelvis is against her ass, our alpha clearly knot deep inside Indy, but that is a lot of fucking spillage. I have no idea how it even made it outside her pussy. And Nash is pushing it up over her perfect asscheeks to her lower back before dragging it down the back of her thighs then up between them.

Wow.

Talk about intense.

And I don’t think that’s even close to the half of it.

Something that is undoubtedly confirmed when my dick slips from Indy’s lips as I finally stop coming, my legs shaking enough to draw my attention, and when I look down at our sweet girl, I finally understand why an omega’s heat is a total fuckfest.

She stares up at me, a sense of calm washing over her, if only for a second, then she opens her mouth and shows me what she has yet to swallow. My brow furrows as I watch, remembering that an omega typically doesn’t waste one single drop no matter who it came from, Indy once again proving that theory correct. She takes my still painfully hard cock and licks the tip, coating the head in my cum, then our girl paints her goddamn lips withit. Indy spreads my cum across her lips with my cock, rubbing it into her chin with the swollen head, sliding it down her throat until she’s wearing what she covered it with, all while keeping eye contact before she swallows whatever is left in her mouth with a smile.

I’m supposed to be the one with the clearest head, but I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s not going to survive Indy’s heat. Our omega is going to kill me with sex, and I’m almost positive she’d do it with a smile on her gorgeous face.

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