“I miss you, too, Alpha,” I whisper into the darkness.
“Don’t get sentimental on us now, Jokes. We’ve barely begun,” Cross teases, but there’s a warm brush of affection along our connection, not as strong as it has to pass through Bones on its way to me, but I can still taste his spicy flavor on the back of my tongue.
“Well, get to it. I’ve got to get my beauty sleep before the staff come pounding on my door,” I throw back, laughing softly.
Bones growls a low warning, and I grin. It’s almost too easy to get under his skin sometimes. But that’s half the fun. And since I’m not in his line of sight, he won’t be able to punish me for misbehaving. Though Bones has a memory longer than his already impressive dick.
“You’ll have to tell me who gives better head, Alpha,” I say, laughing at my own joke.
“Oh, there’s no comparison, baby boy. You might be able to take my knot in your mouth, but Cross has this little trick,” Bones says, going a little breathless.
It’s then that I realize I can’t hear Cross anymore, just the soft slurping coming from the background of Bones’s line.
“What’s he doing, Alpha? Tell me how good he’s making you feel,” I push, my hips flexing as I try to seek friction that isn’t there.
“Oh, baby boy. You’ll have to try this when you get home. Cross is being so good for me, those pretty, green eyes looking up at me as he—fuck, just like that, love—runs that piercing up and down,” Bones says, cutting himself off as he gasps.
I lick my lips, moving my hands on my thighs, gripping my muscles hard. “Our beta has the prettiest eyes,” I sigh, picturing them and smiling.
“I can’t wait until you’re back in my arms, baby. I’m going to have you bent over the nearest fucking surface the moment I see you. You’ve gone too long without my cum inside you already,” Bones mutters through panting breaths.
“I know, Alpha. But you’ll have so much time to make up for, to breed me like the cum slut I am,” I reply, my cock throbbing in time with my racing pulse.
“You’re my cum slut. My perfect, little breeding bitch,” Bones snaps, almost feral.
“I’m yours, Alpha. All yours.”
My alpha purrs in response, and I hear the faint sounds of gagging for a moment before Cross gasps for air.
“Breathe, my love. Stroke your cock for me,” Bones instructs almost tenderly.
“Me, too, Alpha?” I ask hopefully.
“Not yet, baby. Patience.”
I let out a pouty whine. I’m two minutes away from telling him to go fuck himself and wanking off anyway.
“Aww is the dirty little omega mad? Go on, touch yourself. Find out what happens if you do,” Cross taunts.
Bones laughs, and it sets my teeth to grinding. I’ve been caught by the trap before, though the bait is just as tempting this time as it is every time.
“Fuck you both,” I snap, though it lacks my usual heat.
“How about we just fuck each other and make you listen? It would remind you what you get when you listen to your alpha,” Cross counters.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
My heart kicks in my chest, riding the line between obedience and desire, the heady rush of endorphins under my skin the most addictive feeling. No drug on the street or behind a counter could ever make me feel these things, and I’ve tried most of them.
“Wouldn’t I? You want to test that? Because I’ll fuck our beta all night if I have to, letting him come over and over, filling his ass with my seed until he’s overflowing. And you’ll be stuck listening, wishing it was you under me instead.”
My eyes roll back as I picture it, and the longing in my chest is my own this time. Their combined heavy breathing fills my ear, the unmistakable sound of slicked hands moving against skin behind them.
“If you beg real pretty for me, baby boy, I might let you come with us. Do you want that?”
I whine wordlessly, my hips bucking as I fight against my submissive nature. I would carve out my own lungs with a dull spoon if Bones asked for them, but I always struggle telling him what I need.
“I’m getting close, Jokes. You better listen before it’s too late,” Cross says, his voice cracking slightly as he swallows.