What the hell? I was inches away from where the scorpion was…or bits of it were, along with a divot in the concrete floor. Wow, where is the bullet and how amazing am I?
Larry pulled me to a sitting position. I pointed at the divot and asked, “Where is the bullet?” I might have yelled it, my ears were still ringing.
Niles jumped down from the counter, snatched his gun from Larry—when did the gun leave my hand?—and pointed at another divot in the ceiling. My eyes followed him as he walked over to the other side of the kitchen and pointed at yet another bullet chip. Then another. And another. And finally to where the bullet was lodged in the wall.
Larry tugged at my arm and pointed at the dead bug then moved his finger to point at each spot where the bullet had ricocheted before stopping. And I'd just been standing there like an open target the whole time? I felt faint at the thought. I started to ask Larry why the bullet had acted like that but stopped when I couldn't hear myself talk. Not only were my ears still ringing, they also felt like they were stuffed full of cotton.
Not gonna lie, I might be an alpha but even I had my limits. And guns were going to remain a hard one after this. My entire body started to shake and my vision blurred when I started to cry. I felt no shame either. Men could show emotion—even alphas—especially when they put everyone in danger by shooting a gun in the wrong place.
I expected Larry to be waiting to lecture me on gun safety when my ears cleared. And if not him, then Niles for sure. But apparently, they weren't as worried about telling me I was an idiot as I would've thought.
As Larry pulled me into his arms, Niles joined us, hugging me from the other side. I sat there being comforted by my mates, knowing everything was going to be okay. As soon as I got done having this little cry and could hear again, anyway.
We were interrupted by dirt and rocks falling down on us—and the stove—in a soft shower. I realized my hearing was coming back when I heard Larry speak. “I guess we don’t need anyone to drill into the ceiling now. Also, now we know what spooks Niles.”
Niles reached around me to poke Larry in his ribs. “Cute, babe. Now remind me… who was it up there on the counter with me?”
9
Niles
Between the sounds of slapping flesh, Larry's wanton moans bouncing off the rock walls and the erotic tableau in front of me, I couldn't imagine lasting long enough for what Kyle had in mind.
Sucking in a breath, I bit my lip and looked down to watch my cock slide back and forth between Larry's firm butt cheeks each time I entered his tight hole. My gaze traveled along his back to where Kyle stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes taking on an ethereal glow as he stared back at me.
Kyle's hands were clamped on each side of Larry's head, holding him in place while he leisurely fucked our omega's pretty mouth. He cocked an eyebrow as if to ask "what gives" while keeping his steady rhythm.
I gripped Larry's hips tighter, goosebumps breaking out all over my body as my knotting vortex began to emerge. Shit, not yet. Too soon! I relaxed my clenched jaw and sucked in a breath, looking helplessly at Kyle. "How much longer do I have to hold on? I hate to tell you this but I’m already starting to knot."
Kyle looked intrigued, straining his neck to get a better look at the small nubbins that were emerging and wrapping around my cock like a spiral staircase. "Pull out a little further, I want to see that shit. Also, it might help your stamina if you slowed down. Think of dead kittens or naked old ladies. Hell, think of any women, that should help you slow down." He licked his lips when I pulled all the way out and gave him a good view of the vortex.
"Have you seen enough? I hate to tell you this but you staring at it is having the opposite effect of helping me hold out longer. If anything, it's going to make me blow sooner—especially if you don't quit licking your lips like you want to lick it." Larry grunted around Kyle's cock, as if asking to be released so he could see it too.
Kyle almost reluctantly pulled his eyes away from my cock. "Sorry, mate. Tell you what, if you last long enough to help me perform this healing ritual on Larry's wolf, I'll wait to get a better look. Wanna give you a proper edging sometime soon so Larry and I can both peep at that magic show you call a cock."
Mhmm. That sounded… amazing. I closed my eyes and pushed aside my interest in his offer in the hopes of lasting. I heard Kyle chuckling and knew damn well that he was aware of the effect his suggestion was having on me. I gritted my teeth and pushed back into Larry's heat, doing my best to ignore the fireworks exploding behind my eyes from the swollen nubbins being forced through that tight ring of muscle.
"That looks intense, babe. I feel like you're holding on by a thread. Can you describe the sensation for me?" Kyle's voice was husky, despite the fact that he was attempting to speak in a conversational tone.
I huffed and puffed as if I were doing the Lamaze-style breathing often seen in movies when someone had a baby. Shaking my head from side to side, I focused on responding in a lame attempt to hold on longer. "Imagine each nubbin on my vortex as a highly-sensitized nipple. Now imagine about a hundred of those being pinched and squeezed by this fabulously tight ass before getting swallowed into that velvet heat. That's pretty much what I'm feeling. So tell me… how soon can I come?"
"Fuuuck… I think I'm jealous. And more than a little closer to blowing my own load after hearing that," Kyle said with a raspy chuckle. "Sorry, babe. Sexual healing and all that, right? The trick is that we all need to come at the same time. At that moment, our beasts will be nearest the surface so we can draw on their power. As you come, let your beast use your throat to howl with every ounce of alpha persuasion to call Larry's wolf forth. I'll be doing the same. Our combined strength should be enough to coax his beast from wherever he's hiding."
Even though Kyle had explained this to us thoroughly several times over the past few days since we'd officially moved in, I still wasn't clear on how it worked. But then, did I really need to understand it? Kyle was the one with the gift of healing. This was his show. I had one job—not to come before either of my mates—all I needed to do now was enjoy the ride and not screw it up.
"That's it, baby. Look at you, taking your alpha's cocks so deep." Kyle's eyes were glowing again as he crooned at Larry. "Go ahead and stroke yourself for me. Yes, just like that… mhmm. Now make yourself come so we can join you and see if we can't get that wolf of yours to show himself."
I was right there. Right at the point of no return. I pulled out one last time before I would be locked inside his channel. Before I could thrust back into that glorious heat, there was a loud roar from the front of the house while someone began furiously pounding on our door.
Kyle abruptly pulled himself free of Larry’s mouth and reached for his pants. I reluctantly paused and then scrambled off the bed to find my own clothing. That roar hadn't sounded friendly and the banging was getting stronger and louder by the second.
"Seriously? You guys are just going to leave me hanging now?" Larry rolled onto his back with an indignant huff, his erection pointing at the ceiling as he watched us throwing on our clothes. "Are we really going to let someone with bad timing cockblock us in the heat of the moment? I don't care if we find my wolf at this point, I just want to finish what we started."