Spencer grinned. He knew not all alphas—or even all that many of them—liked getting fucked, but he was all for it. “Ohyeah. Love it when I can get it. Alphas might not have the slick, but we still have all those nerve endings, you know?”
Ash cocked his head, his hazy gaze suddenly sharp. “Would you ever letmefuck you?”
Spencer’s grin widened. Spitfire Ash getting that pretty dick inside him? “Fuck yeah.”
He remembered too late this was only a bro-helping-bros situation. He couldn’t actually let Noah’s little brother fuck him. But whatever. Ash was starting his heat. He was tense and freaked out. Spencer could back out later. Ash probably wouldn’t even remember he’d asked.
Ash leaned into him even further and tilted his neck. He was going all shivery but wasn’t holding himself as tense as before. “You can scent mark me.”
He sounded all regal, like he was doing Spencer a major favor by allowing it.
Spencer laughed. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. And then we’re gonna make out. A lot.”
“Oh, hell yeah.”
Spencer nuzzled Ash’s neck, letting his thick, horny pheromones transfer over and mingle with Ryder’s over Ash’s skin. Ash slowly released more of his tension, letting out little grunts and whimpers every now and again. Ryder was definitely working a finger or two in. He seemed to be going slow and gentle—Ash hadn’t tensed back up—so Spencer didn’t give him any input. Maybe he and Ash had fucked before, anyway. Spencer didn’t think so, not anymore, but who really knew with these two?
Ash smelled fucking amazing, his rich marshmallow scent covered in Ryder’s woodsy deliciousness. Spencer’s own spiced-tea pheromones were all syrupy with lust, and they were tangling with the others, fitting together better than they should.He almost felt like he was getting high off the mixture, and judging by the way Ash softened in his arms, he was too.
“Ryder’s got nice hands, huh?” Spencer murmured against Ash’s ear, pulling him further forward so he was at a better angle for Ryder. “Bet he’s got a nice big knot for you too. Thick as hell, I just know it. He’s got that big dick energy.”
“Is it— Is it gonna feel good?” Ash asked. He was kind of slurring now, and he was rocking on Spencer’s lap, the leaking head of his cock brushing against Spencer’s upper thigh.
“It’s gonna feelsogood,” Spencer told him. He licked a drop of sweat off Ash’s neck. His own cock was so hard it hurt, but this wasn’t about him. “He’s gonna fill you up, little spitfire,” he whispered. “You’re not gonna believe you can be so full.”
Ash whimpered, a shudder going through his body. Spencer locked eyes with Ryder over Ash’s shoulder, that dark gaze searing into him hot as fire. The burned-marshmallow scent grew so much stronger. Sweeter. Fucking decadent.
There was wetness coating Spencer’s thighs now, and he let out an encouraging croon, turning his attention back to Ash. “There it is. Look at all that slick. Knew you could do it.”
Ash whimpered again, the sound muffled in the skin of Spencer’s shoulder. “It’s embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not. It’s fucking hot.” Spencer ghosted his lips over the long line of Ash’s neck, back up to his surprisingly dainty ear. “You know how good all that slick is gonna feel against Ryder’s dick? His knot? He’s gonna think he’s gone straight to heaven. So hot and wet and perfect. Fuck, I’m jealous just thinking about it.”
And then Spencer kind of had to shut up because Ash was kissing him.
Ash was a fierce kisser, true to fucking form. He put all of himself into it: lips, tongue, teeth. He sucked on Spencer’s tongue just like Ryder had said, tugging at Spencer’s hair tomove him just how he wanted him. Spencer could sense Ryder moving in closer, his legs shuffling toward Spencer until their knees touched.
Ash keened into Spencer’s mouth, and Spencer felt warm wetness coat his stomach.
“Oh fuck,” Spencer breathed. “Ryder got that big dick in you, didn’t he? And you came right away. What a good fucking omega you are, Ash Teller.”
6
RYDER
Ryder had to give it to Spencer. The guy talked a lot of bullshit, but he’d been right about one thing: Sliding into Ash’s warm, wet hole was like entering fucking heaven.
And even if Spencer had been wrong, Ryder would still have had to be grateful to the mouthy alpha for the rest of his life, wouldn’t he? Ash had been so panicky, so fucking scared, and Spencer had waltzed in and crooned a bunch of horny nonsense, and Ash had finally just … given in. Let himself go and feel good. Let Ryder scent mark him and suck on his neck and get his fingers deep inside.
Ryder should have been able to do it on his own, maybe. It was possible he should be feeling jealous or guilty orsomething.
But what the fuck had he been supposed to do? Everything had happened so quickly, and Ash’s heat pheromones were like nothing Ryder had ever smelled, and it had taken all of Ryder’s self-restraint just to hold back and not do what Ash had kept begging for—knot him before he was ready.
And now Ash was leaking slick like a fountain, devouring Spencer’s mouth like a horny omega zombie who ate tongues instead of brains, and Ryder was doing something he’d long ago stopped thinking was an option: He was fucking Ash. He was going toknotAsh. His Ash.
Ryder had been fine with that never happening—they were who they were, and Ryder wasn’t letting Ash go for anything—butgod, it felt good, being planted so deep inside him, Ryder’s chest pressed hard against Ash’s back while his cock was gripped by that perfect heat.