Page 34 of The Surrogate Omega, Part Two

As he throws himself back in ecstasy, I start to move. We’re fast and rough, gritty. One day, I so desperately want to take my time with my men. Slowly break them apart until they are whimpering, begging messes on the mattress. That’s going to have to wait.

I grip Ev’s hips as I angle myself, pegging his prostate, first with short quick strokes and then long rough ones. Ev meets every single one of them as he grips the sheet for dear life.

Just when I know he’s on the brink of losing control, I pull out.

Relishing in Ev’s whimpers, I pull Lake toward me and enter him before he can so much as sigh. Knowing that Lake loves it as rough as Ev, I keep up the same pace. I love how different both men feel, though equally as amazing. Ev matches every single stroke, always keeping pace with me. He may be the one receiving, but there isn’t anything submissive about Ev when he’s getting fucked.

But Lake, he just melts into it. Gives in to his instincts and relaxes in a way that Lake never can in any other circumstance. That doesn’t mean he’s an impassive partner. No, my little bird is anything but that. He’s so willing. Giving me everything I need and taking everything I give with so much passion. His moans and whimpers, the way he desperately reaches behind to touch me as he blindly reaches for Ev’s hand . . .

I almost cum right then, seeing the two of them hold hands as I take them, but I resist. I’m not done with them yet. I pull out of Lake, and his long, desperate moan kills me, but I’m distracted by Ev’s gasp as I push back inside of him.

“Jerk each other off,” I tell my men, my voice rough with need.

Ev throws me a saucy look over his shoulder, but he quickly takes Lake’s dick in his hand as Lake does the same.

It’s a scene straight out of a porn. I take turns fucking them, back and forth, back and forth, as they desperately fuck each other’s hands. Ev has his free hand wrapped in Lake’s hair, balancing himself mostly on his knees and chest and using his incredible core strength.

Somehow, he drags Lake to him, and I watch their erotic, sloppy kiss and know I’m going to lose it. After talking to some of the Alphas in the group, I know what I should be looking for when the knot is going to form. They assure me I can still cum inside my mate and pull out in time. I don’t think I trust it right now.

“I’m going to pull out before I release. I’m sorry—”

Lake shakes his head back and forth even as Ev speaks. “Don’t apologize, Lo. We understand. Do what you need to do.”

“I want you two to come with me.”

“I-I’m close,” Lake whimpers.

“Me too,” I tell him. I grip my dick roughly and desperately jerk myself. I’m kneeling behind both of my mates, and with one final moan, I spill all over my fist and Ev’s back.

“Holy fuck.” Ev tosses his head back as he begins shooting onto the sheet. Fuck, we should’ve put towels down. But I can bring myself to care as Lake joins him.

It’s then when I feel the sensation that the other Alphas described. At first it feels like I’m going to spill again, and then a light tingling spreads through my length and balls. I squeeze it tightly before I start to expand. Like the Alphas all mentioned, the tingling begins to ease the harder I squeeze. I’m vaguely aware of both Lake and Ev collapsing on the mattress in a pool of their own cum, but I’m focused on keeping the knot from forming.

I know I have to deal with it. I understand it’s a natural part of my biology now. One day, hopefully soon, I hope to knot Lake again, and even Ev. My body aches for me to do that, but my mind still needs to catch up. This is a huge step on its own, and I’m relieved I can finally be with my partners in all ways again.

I don’t release myself until I’m positive the knot is down. Breathing heavily, I look down at my men, suddenly overwhelmed with all the love I feel for them. I can no longer hold myself on my knees, and even though I know we desperately need to clean up, I just don’t have the strength to get up now. It seems like Lake and Ev feel the same way. They are tangled up in each other, and even Lake seems unbothered that he’s lying in a pool of his own cum. His lids are hooded as he watches me, and I can’t help my smile as he lazily holds out a hand, inviting me into their love pile.

I don’t have to be told twice and quickly burrow myself in between the two of them. Relishing in the heat of my men, I close my eyes. We can deal with the mess later.

TWENTY

Lake

Isigh in relief as the ultrasound tech looks up from the monitor, a huge smile on her face. I have to assume she wouldn’t be smiling if something is wrong, so I have hopes that the baby is healthy.

Some time has passed since I returned from South Florida and had that amazing night—well, early morning, really—with Logan and Evander. It took some work for the three of us to get back to where we were before, but after a lot of talks, and way too much snuggling, I feel like we’re in a good place again.

Avery and Zoe weren’t thrilled that I waited to tell them about the baby. But after an appointment with our regular doctor and a lot of reassurance that the baby is in no danger, they were relieved and understood why I waited.

It’s the day of my anatomy scan now, to make sure the baby is healthy and of course to find out the gender. Zoe and Avery decided to find out, so everybody is here today. The ultrasound tech balked at the amount of people in the room and kicked everyone out but me and Zoe and Avery. She wouldn’t even allow Evander and Logan in the room with us. I thought Evander might get in a fist fight with the woman, but eventually, Logan and River were able to drag him into the waiting room.

Sitting on the table with my now round belly exposed while Avery and Zoe sit next to me, clutching their hands and watching the screen, is making me desperate for my mates. I understand why they aren’t allowed in, but I still would’ve liked for them to be here.

The tech doesn’t even look at me as she speaks to the couple, and part of me understands. I’m basically a vessel, and this is about the parents. It still makes me feel like an intruder, though, and alone.

“Everything is looking great. I see no abnormalities and your child looks to be at target size for this far along in the pregnancy.” She pauses as Avery kisses the side of Zoe’s head; relief clear in both of their eyes. “And are the happy parents finding out the gender today?” the woman asks, her entire attention on Avery and Zoe even as she presses the wand into my lower abdomen.

“Yes,” Zoe replies, giddy. She looks up at me and smiles, her eyes full of joy, and I relax a fraction. Feeling dehumanized for a small amount of time is worth it just to see the look on her face. Avery looks terrified but also excited, his eyes glued to the monitor.

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