Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(108)

"Good?" Chance asked.

She nodded and smiled at him. "You wanna try?"

I somehow felt like I wasn't present, even as they pawed and stroked my length. I wanted their eyes on me, and yet I loved the simple use of my body, like I was a toy to be shared.

"Get it for me," Chance said, folding an arm back for his head to rest on.

He squeezed me and Faith worked my length as she took me between her lips again, sucking forcefully.

"Oh, god!" I thrust up between her lips, and then Chance's tug guided me flat on the bed again. Faith pulled on my cock like I was a fucking milkshake straw. My eyes crossed and I gasped for air.

She popped up without warning, lips swollen, and then she released me from her hand, twisting to Chance and offering him a kiss laced with my flavor. He licked into her, their tongues briefly visible, and his grip on my balls held me in place. They moaned as they kissed, softening into one another, all while I lay panting and needy at their side, neglected and thrilled.

"It is good," Chance murmured as Faith pulled away. "You want more?"

Faith's eyes slid to mine, and I was about to beg her to say yes. "I want to watch you two together."

Chance's hand tightened briefly, and I let out a bellow, rocking into his grip. "’Kay. Pull me out for him."

I was released, abandoned, and I scrambled up to my knees, already eager to have Chance in my mouth again. He and I had kissed since I'd started earning my forgiveness, but he'd always returned to Faith's side. I'd stopped being jealous of her and instead found myself jealous of them both, that they got to hold one another at night, sleep in the nest together, and I had to return to my shitty bedroom. Until last night.

I needed to make sure I earned my invitation back every night.

Faith pushed Chance's boxers down with a brief lift of his hips, and I found myself licking my lips at the sight of him. It'd been weeks. I sighed as I rolled and scooted down. Chance's fingers caught my beard, tipping my face up to meet his gaze.

"Don't finish me. You're both getting fucked this morning," he said.

I turned my face into his palm, breathing deeply, catching my own scent there from where he'd gripped me, kissing the flesh in front of me.

"I've missed you," I whispered.

Chance was quiet, and I looked up warily, struck still when I caught the warmth in his stare, the soft smile on his face. That fucking look. And it was mine now.

"I missed you too," he said slowly. "But this is better now."

I nodded, swallowing hard, and Chance tugged on my beard again. This was better, and I needed to earn it, to keep it permanently.

I bent my head, reaching for his cock, running my tongue up its length and groaning with pride as he started to stiffen in my grip.

"He's so eager to please," Chance whispered to Faith as I lathered his length with sloppy kisses and long licks. "So pathetically desperate to suck me. I've been wondering what he'd be like eating you out too."

I was panting as he spoke, stroking him in one hand, gripping his balls gently in the other. I wanted him hard as iron as I choked him down.

"Would you want his knot?" Chance asked her.

"Would he know what to do with it?" Faith asked.

I moaned at her question, at the teasing speculation. Did she instinctively understand this game, or had Chance explained it to her? I didn't care. Bear was laughing to himself as he left the shower, and the door to the apartment opened and closed once more as I slurped and sucked on Chance's dick.

"Do you know how to use your knot for an omega?" Chance asked me.

I stuffed him between my lips and mumbled into his length, licking and shaking my head slightly.

Faith tutted. "You'll have to teach him. It looks like he doesn't know how to suck dick, either," she said, her fingernails stroking through my hair. Then she tightened her hand into a fist, pulling at my roots, and thrust me down on Chance's cock. I gagged and Chance groaned, finally bucking into me.

Fuck. Perfect.

"That's better," Chance praised—her or me; it didn't matter.

I was a mess, just like Faith said. An alpha who didn't know how to fill the shoes the world had fitted him for. Faith's hand loosened and I whined, but she only petted me once more, letting me draw back for breath before she was clasping the back of my neck, forcing me to bob on Chance's shaft, fit him back to my throat as I swallowed eagerly.

"Yes, like that," Chance panted. "Push him deeper."

Faith's fingers twisted in my hair, but she didn't push. She didn't have to. I did know how to swallow Chance, to let him fuck my throat even if it made me gag more from this angle. My eyes watered, and Chance's thumb stroked the wetness of my cheek. Faith forced me up for air again, and I opened my eyes to find them staring down at me with twin fond expressions.

I didn't know if this was love or obsession or my twisted head, but I had to keep them, to make them keep me.

Adam's alpha Eve had said that the unbound alphas in the pack were making Faith anxious. Chance's words about not being able to form a bond with Faith were ringing in my head. A terrible and perfect idea was forming in my stupid fucking head.

I ignored Faith's grip, my mouth wide and lips working hungrily down Chance's length, tongue squirming against his slick skin until I was nuzzling into the dark hair over his groin. He moaned, and the sound was so rare and beautiful I grew dizzy.