Page 92 of Want It All
I was happy for them, but fuck was I jealous.
I’d wanted Tristan’s bite for years, but he’d always held back. He said he didn’t want to take my choices away – what if I found another alpha I liked better? What if I found an entirepack?
He couldn’t see that I’d already found it, that any pack would need to fit around him, as well as me. Usually, I tried not to let it bother me too much, but tonight I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
Rose perched on the side of the bath while I brushed my teeth, her brow furrowed. I couldn’t stop touching my neck, dragging my fingertips over my scent glands, bemoaning the lack of bite marks. When I put my toothbrush back on its charger, she caught my hand and pressed her cheek against my stomach, as if she could sense the ache there.
‘Something’s not right,’ she murmured.
I ran my fingers through her hair. ‘No. I don’t feel well.’
She spanned her hands across my lower back, and it was only with that movement that I realised how much it was hurting. The heat of her palms relaxed my muscles, soothing me. I sighed.
‘I’ll get you a hot pack,’ she said, then led me to the nest, where Tristan was already waiting.
I fell into his arms; he ran his fingertips gently over my skin. Our scents were stronger in the nest now, though I wanted more, and the notion that our scents were weaker than they should be in this special place – this place forus– made me irrationallyupset. I buried my face in Tristan’s neck, raking in breaths, trying to catch a hint of vanilla.
Tears welled when I didn’t find it. I wiped my eyes before he noticed, though I couldn’t stop myself from sniffing.
‘We’ll go to the doctor tomorrow,’ he said softly.
I didn’t feel up to arguing.
When Rose came back, she pulled a soft blanket over my shoulders and nestled the hot pack on my lower back. It felt amazing, but I grumbled wordlessly until her arms were around me and her lips were pressed to my hair.
‘The omega is strong today,’ she whispered, a hint of laughter in her voice.
‘You have no idea,’ I returned grumpily, my words muffled by Tristan’s chest.
I loved having their hands on me, loved their warmth and their care, loved being sandwiched between them. For a while, I did nothing but lie there, content with knowing my alpha and omega were close, content with listening to their soft breaths and Tristan’s heartbeat. But when Rose shifted her hand, her fingers splaying across my stomach, my body reacted as if she’d grabbed my cock, and blood rushed downwards until I was painfully hard.
I gasped at the sensation, so different to the way I usually became aroused. Precum was already dampening my boxers, and the pressure of arousal was sharp and intense. ‘I –’
‘Seb?’ Tristan murmured, worried, lifting up on one elbow.
I shifted restlessly, pressing myself against him. ‘I need –’
Tristan inhaled. We hadn’t been together, the three of us, since the day Rose had first fucked Byron. I didn’t want to pressure them, but my cock was aching in a way that made my mind blank. ‘I don’t –’
‘It’s okay, Seb,’ Rose whispered. Tristan’s eyes flickered towards her, his face glowing faintly under the fairy lights. Hegave a tiny nod at whatever he saw in her expression. ‘We’re okay.’ She trailed her hand down and took hold of my cock through my sleep shorts. She stroked me, then pushed my shorts down and took me properly in hand just as Tristan seized my mouth with his.
Havingbothof them touch me was like nothing I’d ever felt. I couldn’t think straight; my world split in two, divided between the warmth of Rose’s body behind me and her grip on my painfully hard cock, and Tristan’s mouth on mine, wet and hard and divine. My body stiffened against an unfamiliar wave of pain rippling through my torso; a wash of pleasure followed it, and I came with a groan all over Rose’s fingers.
‘Beautiful,’ Tristan said roughly, peppering my face with kisses. ‘So beautiful, omegas.’ With a glance at Rose, he caught her hand and lifted it, licking my cum from her fingers, sucking her thumb into his mouth.
Rose’s body tightened behind me; I heard her soft gasp. Tristan didn’t go any further, releasing her hand with a kiss to her knuckles before he shifted down the bed to lick my cock and stomach clean.
It should have been enough, but I still felt oddly restless, the pain settling heavy and deep in my stomach. My dreams – when they eventually came – were full of reaching, my hands searching for something that wasn’t there.
I stayed in bed the next morning.
We were scheduled to take a practise exam in class, but I didn’t have the energy. Tristan put his hand to my forehead; my temperature was slight, but it was enough that he noticed.
‘Seb, baby –’
‘I don’t want to see the doctor,’ I said petulantly. I knew it was silly, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. ‘I just want a day in bed.’
Neither Rose nor Tristan liked the notion – that much was obvious – but I made them agree to go to class, though my omega was secretly pleased that Rose insisted on skipping her usual study session with Byron in favour of coming back to the apartment early. I knew that if they stayed with me, I’d snap at them, and there wasn’t any point in all three of us being miserable. I felt …needy, though I didn’t know what for. Changeable. I simultaneously wanted to be alone, and needed Rose and Tristan skin-to-skin. I wanted to be covered in blankets, but couldn’t bear the feeling of their weight. I wanted a bath, but I was already flushed and sweaty. I wanted water, but only water full of ice, and even then I only wanted a sip at a time. My morning hard-on wouldn’t go away, not even after Tristan got back into bed with me and gripped both our cocks in one hand, taking control until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
