Page 44 of In Their Arms

I roll my shoulders, straightening up. Doesn’t matter. I need answers. “I need to speak with Kai Vizant,” I say, glancing between them. “Hopefully, he’ll talk to me.”

Maceo snorts, finally looking up, lips quirking slightly. “He’s not just going to tell you everything you want to know.”

I grin, feeling that familiar pull in my chest, the slow burn of an idea forming. “Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not just going to ask him.”

Maceo shakes his head, but he’s already grinning, like he knows exactly where this is going.

I saunter forward, eyes locking onto Grayson, who still hasn’t moved from his spot near the counter. He watches me carefully, mug back in his hand, but I can already see it—the way his breath hitches just slightly, the way his fingers tighten around the ceramic. We both know, each other just waiting for someone to make the move. I step in close, crowding him back, casing him in against Maceo, my body pressing just enough to see the way his pupils blow wide.

“Now that we’ve figured that out,” I murmur, voice dropping, watching his reaction, soaking it in. “I’ve had something on my mind and I really want to see it play out.”

Grayson’s throat bobs as he swallows. The heat in his cheeks is a fucking sight.

“Especially,” I continue, dragging my fingers down his arm, tracing the tension in his muscles, “since both of our Omegas are tangled around each other, keeping each other plenty occupied.”

Maceo hums behind him, leaning in, his breath ghosting over Grayson’s ear before his teeth catch the lobe in a soft, teasing bite. “I think I might like this game.”

Grayson shudders, breath stuttering, grip tightening on the mug in his hands. “Luther…” he murmurs, but there’s no bite to it, no real protest.

I smirk, tilting my head. “I know, sweetheart,” I murmur. “I think you’re gonna like it too.” Leaning in further, I take the mug and place it on the counter before cupping his cheeks in my hands and devouring his lips. Maceo only waits a few moments before one of his hands is moving between us–Grayson and I–to cup our Alpha’s cock.

My little Alpha bucks toward me, a deep sigh falling from his lips that I eagerly swallow. His fingers dig into my chest as his lips part and I take the opportunity to dip my lips to his shoulder, sucking my bond mark between my teeth. His entire body shudders between us, head falling back against Maceo’s chest as we slowly take him apart.

“Why,” he lets out a small gasp as I continue grazing my teeth across his skin, my fingers digging into his hips. “Are you always trying to embarrass me?” His earthy scent blooms around us, thickening until I know he’s all but melting in our hands.

I chuckle, Maceo following suit as he begins nibbling on Grayson’s ear again and I hold my breath, wondering if this moment is going to bring us together. As much as I would love it, I understand when Maceo retreats, a deviant smile on his lips. “How much time do you think we have before one or both of our Omegas decide to come in here.”

“Does it matter?” I mutter against Grayson’s shoulder. “I’m pretty sure they would enjoy the show. However, I’m partial to giving my–our–Alpha a bit more attention at the moment.” I pull back, meeting Maceo’s silver gaze before deciding to continue what we’ve started. Grayson’s lips are still parted, his cheeks flushed before he fixes his expression.

“What are you two doing?”

“Love, we’re just figuring out a better way to embarrass you.”

His brows rise as I squeeze his waist a little tighter before pulling him forward, flush against my chest and then walk backward until I’m against the fridge. Grayson’s breath picks up a little, his eyes widening as Maceo steps forward, fingers slipping between us to undo the button on his pants. “You alright with this boss,” Maceo muses, meeting my gaze. Grayson’s about to speak but Maceo cuts him off. “I already know you’re okay with it. I can smell it, feel it in the way you rocked into my hand. But our Alpha here, I’m wondering if it’s okay to fuck his little Alpha in front of him.”

A wild grin overtakes my face. “More than okay with it. Proceed, Mac.”

Grayson’s shocked expression doesn’t change until his pants are halfway down his thighs. And then everything changes, a long, unfiltered groan falling from his lips as he falls against me. “Jesus Christ. His fingers are huge, Luther. What the–” I hear the familiar sound of a wrapper and then the squirt of lube, Grayson’s fingers curling into my shirt. “We’re doing this?”

“Unless you ask us to stop, love.”

“Don’t fucking stop. You both already robbed me of an orgasm, stepping away before. Give me this one.”

I snort, leaning down to kiss my little Alpha. “Your Beta is going to give you this one. He’s going to stuff you full with that knot. God, I’ve always wanted to watch you fall apart and now I get the chance.” I kiss him again, a little longer, enjoying the taste of his lips. “I’ve always loved watching Blake and now Luca but you are just as beautiful, love.”

He gasps into my mouth, his face scrunched up in pleasure and I just know that Maceo’s hitting that one spot. His hole is probably even tighter in this position, his pants keeping his legs from widening. I glance down to see his cock dragging against my thigh, wanting to add to the pleasurable torture we’re giving him. And when I wrap my fingers around his length, slowly stroking to the same rhythm of Grayson rocking his hips, I know he won’t last long.

Grayson buries his head in my shoulder, little grunts muffled my shirt and then his body tenses. I look at Maceo, the Beta’s focus firmly on where his cock is sliding into our little Alpha’s ass. “Jesus Christ, he’s tight. Fucking hell, I’m not going to last long.”

I just grin before dipping my head to suck on Grayson’s bite again, his body shuddering, little grunts and twisted moans falling from his lips. I think this might be my favorite new thing, especially when Maceo wraps a firm hand around Grayson’s neck, dragging him back just enough for me to see the flushed expression on his face. God, he’s gorgeous. They both are.

“Are you going to come for us, Gray? Are you going to fall apart as we take care of you?” I pick up my pace, stroking him a little faster as he chases the pleasure. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he says something I don’t catch, Maceo nibbling on his ear again. “Let go, love. That’s right, just like that.”

Grayson’s nostrils flares, Maceo still pumping into his ass, rocking him against me. I reach farther down, running my thumb across his slit and that’s when it happens, his entire body goes still, those delicate lips parted, and the most delicious moan slips into the air. His hips stutter, his release coating my palm as Maceo thrusts one last time. Grayson’s eyes widen as he scrambles for purchase, fingers digging into my shirt.

I just smile at my beautiful Alpha. “He’s got you, doesn’t he? I think I’m going to get addicted to this but next time I want to watch his cock sliding into you, his knot filling you, suffocating you until you’re so full, you can’t move.”

Maceo grunts and then his shoulders fall as he comes, a guttural sound dragging from his throat that sounds wholly Alpha. He pulls Grayson with him as they step back, Maceo sagging into a chair with Grayson on his lap. The knot won’t last long–Alphas aren’t built for it–but it’s still a pretty sight to see him so wrecked in a way that I don’t usually get.

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