Page 5 of The Butcher

My beta releases me with a pop, working my dick in his hand as he says, “He needs it, Bo. He fucked up the mirror.”

I smirk as Nash walks toward us, his cock growing behind his fly with each step, Clay’s nickname for him causing a cloud of chamomile to hit us. “Which explains the blood.”

Clayton resumes sucking my dick as I push him back down onto it, my breathing getting ragged when he picks up the pace. My alpha sits on the arm of the chair next to me, his obvious erection level with my bicep but he ignores it and lifts my hand into his lap to begin working on it.

“This couldn’t wait?”

“No,” I grunt as Clay circles my knot with his tongue.

Nash shakes his head as he starts plucking glass from my knuckles. “Not until later, not even for me?” he whispers.

Titling my head back, I look up at him and raise my eyebrows. “Don’t pout.”

“I’m not,” he snaps back.

Which makes me smile before I hiss between my teeth, leaning heavily into him as the combination of Clayton deep throating my dick and Nash yanking broken glass from my hand sends me right to the edge.

“Fuck.” My fingers dig into my alpha’s thigh, squeezing tight as he picks up on how much I like the pain with my pleasure.

Nash loses his gentleness as my knot swells against Clayton’s lips, aggressively tugging the pieces free as my body tries to lock into place while the first rope of my cum fires down my beta’s throat.

Fuck.

I toss my head back again, ready to roar out my long overdue release but before I can, Nash slams his mouth down over mine, kissing me so goddamn hard while he grips my throat and cuts me off.

My hips lift as Clay hums against my cock, swallowing my cum, my knot impossibly swollen right against his sinful mouth. Nash shoves his tongue between my lips, kissing me roughly while he digs at the glass in my hand, ripping with each jerky thrust down my beta’s throat.

This is exactly what I need,whoI need right now and as soon as I’m done emptying myself and can form words, I’ll make sure they both know it.

“Fuck me,” I growl into Nash’s mouth as my cum spills all over my pelvis, the scent of cinnamon bark overpowering as it runs down my shaft and most likely coats my beta’s cheeks and chin.

I fucking love the way our scents mix like this.

“You definitely can’t let that happen again,” Clay says as my dick finally softens enough to give him his face back. “I was hungry before all that and now I’m so full I might not be able to eat dinner.”

I let out a breathy chuckle as Nash smiles against my lips, both of us turning to a very aroused beta sitting on his ass between my knees. “That so?”

Clay nods but smiles slowly. “You have thoughts.”

“I do.”

“Which means I’m going to have to leave your hand alone until later,” Nash says with a sigh.

“True.” I arch a brow. “Unless you don’t want Clayton to suck you off too?”

But Nash is already off the chair, undoing his slacks, and getting into position. “I didn’t say that.”

“And I’m not that full.” My beta quickly moves to his hands and knees as my alpha sits on the floor in front of me, his cock out and leaking already.

Nash settles with his back to the chair between my legs and just when Clay is about to start, I stop them.

“I want to see.” They both turn to me. “I want to watch Clayton suck your dick while you jerk him off. It’s the only way I’ll let either of you leave, and it’s the only thing to tide me over until we get home.”

Clenching my jaw,I lift the glossy mahogany wood onto my shoulder, gripping the gold and pearl handle tightly.

My release and the calm it brought me was temporary.

It was what I needed, and Clayton’s goal was achieved, but it was brief.

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