BONUS STORY

Twice Mated

By Casey Cameron

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

© 2016 Casey Cameron. No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without prior written consent from the author with the exception for a fair use exerpt for review and editorial purposes.

This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some folks might find offensive. Please keep out of reach of children.

Twice Mated

Ethan took his time walking up the steps to Nick and Corey’s apartment; the early-December snowfall was still light, but the steps could get slippery, and he had his hands full with three insulated cups in a carrier and a shopping bag over one arm. Even empty-handed, he’d want to be a little careful; his stomach was still trim and flat, but in the last couple of weeks his body had started showing some other early signs of pregnancy. His joints were looser, more prone to aching, and most irritatingly, they’d started occasionally locking up at inconvenient times. The last thing he needed was to have his leg go stiff and take a spill down some icy steps. Nick’s overprotective instincts were already kicking into high gear, and these days he was acting like he’d rather keep Ethan at home and wrapped in bubble wrap than let him go to work.

He wasn’t saying as much, of course—Nick was a smart guy, and he knew exactly how Ethan would respond to the implication that Nick was letting him do anything—but Ethan could see it in the way he acted around his pregnant omega. The small gestures, the way he was constantly fetching things before Ethan could get up to get them himself, and the looks on his face when Ethan complained about difficult customers at the Daily Grind all practically screamed, “I’m stewing in alpha hormones and can’t handle higher brain functions where my omega is concerned.”

Ethan smiled as he pushed the doorbell with his elbow. It was cute, he thought, if only because Nick wasn’t a typical alpha and had very strong feelings about how much of a say an alpha should have in their omega’s life decisions—namely, not one bit. It was kind of hilarious watching Nick struggle with his almost comically stereotypical urges, and Ethan and Corey both got in on the teasing whenever Nick started acting growly and possessive.

The door swung open, and Nick gave Ethan a welcoming smile, followed by a subtle eye-roll. “I gave you a key for a reason, Ethan—you don’t have to ring the doorbell anymore.”

Ethan lifted his armful of stuff slightly, feeling a bit sheepish. “Hands were full.” The truth was, he didn’t quite feel right just walking in; as much as Nick and Corey tried to tell him otherwise, the apartment had always felt like their space, not Ethan’s. Even though he was spending almost every night there now, it was hard to shake the feeling that he was a guest. It was something he was going to have to get over soon, though, if things kept going the way they seemed to be going. They had already started looking for a house—a place big enough for the three of them, with a studio for Nick and a nursery for the baby—and the lease on Ethan’s studio apartment was up in two more months, so it was likely to be sooner rather than later. He hoped that it would be different if they were all starting fresh in a new place, one that didn’t have history for any of them. They could make their own history.

“Oh, right.” Nick looked ashamed, surging forward to grab the shopping bag. “Here, let me help you with that.”

"It’s okay, I’ve—" Ethan started, but he was interrupted by Corey stumbling, half-asleep, to the door beside Nick. He was rumpled and shirtless, eyes barely open.

“Is that coffee delivery? Yay, coffee!” Corey made feeble grabby hands at the coffee, and Nick pushed him gently back and eased the carrier from Ethan’s hands.

“It’s not coffee delivery, it’s your boyfriend,” Nick said patiently as Ethan stepped inside and stomped the snow off his shoes. He took off his shoes and jacket, tucking them both into the places reserved for him, before following the two of them to the kitchen.

“See, that’s what I love about him—he’s both.” Corey plucked his cup from the carrier and inhaled deeply. “Mmm, coffee. And Ethan. Hey, babe.” He leaned over to plant a kiss on Ethan’s cheek before sucking down a long drink of his coffee and making a positively pornographic noise of pleasure.

“Hi, Corey,” Ethan said, smiling. “It’s after one—did you seriously just get up?”

Corey pouted. “You two kept me awake with your sexcapades last night, and then you had to leave at some ungodly hour for work. You don’t get to judge me when it’s your fault.”

Ethan felt his ears burning. “I, uh, didn’t realize we woke you. Sorry.”

“You should have said something,” Nick said, draping an arm around Ethan’s shoulder. It was warm and heavy, the weight of it grounding, and Ethan settled in against him with a sigh. “I’m sure we could have fit you in somewhere.”

“Nah, you were having fun,” Corey said with a dismissive wave. “Not like I had anywhere to be today anyway. Felt good to sleep in.”

Ethan found it hard to believe sometimes how quickly they’d settled into their unorthodox relationship dynamic. At first, Corey had been a little jealous of Nick’s interest in Ethan, and Ethan had felt a little like an outsider coming between Nick and Corey, but after that first heat they’d spent together, that all melted away and it became...effortless. When the three of them were together, Ethan was often the center of attention, but that shifted from time to time when Nick or Corey had a bad day or a specific need. They’d spent one day taking turns massaging Nick’s aching muscles when he was stressed about his work, until he was soft and pliant and dopey with pleasure. And one particularly memorable day had been spent teasing Corey to the brink of orgasm over and over again, until he was shaking and sobbing, tears streaming from his eyes while he begged for release. Ethan bit his lip as the memory of it surged through him, making warmth pool in his groin. Yeah, that had been a good day.

But it wasn’t just the days they spent together as...a triad, or whatever the word for them was. Corey delighted in taking Ethan out for ritzy dinners whenever Nick was busy with an evening photo shoot. Nick would give them both a kiss as they left, and Ethan would return, warm and flushed from good food and good wine, to another kiss and Nick tucking him gently into bed. Nick, on the other hand, loved having dinners at home; he would cook a lavish meal, which Corey would sometimes join them for and sometimes wander off to give them their privacy. Ethan could remember more than one night when Corey gave them a wave and a lascivious wink from where he sprawled on the couch as Nick led him away to the bedroom. It should have been awkward, but somehow it just wasn’t. The three of them worked together as a team, both in and out of the bedroom.

“What’s in the bag?” Nick asked, nudging it with a finger.

“Three new flavors of scone Carrie wants to try out; she wouldn’t tell me what they were, just that she wanted our opinions.”

“Ominous,” Corey mused, pulling a scone out of the bag and taking a bite. He immediately made a face and dropped it into the bag. “Ugh, who puts onions in scones? They’re supposed to be sweet.”

“More for me,” Nick said with a grin. “I love savory scones.”

“Weirdo,” Corey grumbled into his coffee.

It was still hard to believe sometimes, how different these two alphas were. They had different tastes in almost everything, from scones to clothes to bedroom partners, but somehow they had found each other and then found Ethan. Ethan was glad for it, even if he didn’t fully understand how it had happened.

The arm around Ethan tightened, and Ethan looked up to see Nick smiling at him with a soft look in his eyes. “What’s that look for?”

“Nothing,” Nick said, burying his face in Ethan’s hair and sighing. “You just smell good. It’s good to have you home—I missed you.”

“I wasn’t even gone seven hours,” Ethan pointed out. It had been a short shift; he’d had to work longer ones and even doubles before. Still, he wound his arms around Nick’s waist, enjoying the closeness. If Nick was feeling touch-starved after just a few hours, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“Too long,” Nick murmured, planting a kiss on the top of Ethan’s head. Then he tipped Ethan’s face up with a gentle finger under his chin and pressed their lips together.

Kissing Nick always make him feel decadent; he took his time, slowly exploring the shape of Ethan’s lips with his tongue until they parted for him. His lips were soft and smooth, always tasting faintly of the cocoa butter he used on them, and every brush of them against his own made Ethan shiver with the promise of those lips on other parts of his body. Nick made a soft noise, pulling Ethan closer to him and tangling one hand in his shaggy hair, holding but not pulling. It made Ethan’s breath hitch and come a little faster, knowing the strength in that grip and how well he could use it.

Nick’s hand came to the hem of Ethan’s shirt, fingers skimming just under the edge of it, and Ethan gasped at the touch. He writhed against Nick as he nipped gently at Ethan’s lower lip, his cock already almost fully hard just from a few seconds of kissing. He might have been embarrassed, but he could feel a solid bulge against his hip that told him he wasn’t the only one.

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” Nick said between kisses along Ethan’s jaw, and Ethan nodded frantically, unable to voice anything but gasps and groans. “Corey, you’d better come along if you want to join the sexcapades.”

Corey downed the rest of his coffee in one long pull and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Well, let me think long and hard about that for a—yeah, never mind, I’ll race you there.” And with that, he dashed out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, cackling gleefully.

“You’re such an ass!” Ethan called after him.

“I’m a great ass, and don’t you forget it.” Ethan heard a pretty unmistakable smacking sound from the bedroom; apparently Corey already had his pants off.

Laughing, Nick and Ethan followed to find Corey spread-eagled and naked on the bed. “I’m ready for my closeup,” he said huskily, putting on a cartoonish pout.

“Might be waiting a while,” Nick said amiably, tugging Ethan’s shirt up and over his head. “I’ve got my hands full over here.” To emphasize his point, he slid his hands down Ethan’s back and cupped his ass, humming appreciatively as Ethan rocked into him. He squeezed and kneaded, letting Ethan grind against the solid thickness of his thigh until they were both gasping.

“That’s cool, take your time. I’ll just sit here and watch the show.” Corey trailed one hand down his chest and stroked his cock lazily. “Fucking gorgeous, both of you.”

Ethan tucked his face into Nick’s shoulder and laughed weakly. As many times as he heard it from both of his alphas, he had trouble thinking of himself as "gorgeous"--he’d never been unhappy with his looks, but he considered himself basically unremarkable. It was hard to believe that not one, but two attractive alphas thought of him as exceptional.

Nick pushed Ethan’s jeans down and gave him an arm to steady himself as he stepped out of them. He started unbuttoning his own shirt, but Ethan covered his hands with his own. “Let me.”

Ethan never got tired of undressing Nick. The buttons parted, exposing smooth, dark skin, and Ethan leaned forward to taste. Nick made a low sound that rumbled through his chest, causing vibrations that Ethan could feel in his lips as he licked and sucked, peppering Nick’s entire torso with biting kisses. He pushed the shirt off Nick’s shoulders and leaned back to appreciate the sight as the fabric pooled on the floor at their feet. He trailed his fingertips down Nick’s chest, lingering in the valleys between his well-defined abs.

Nick reached for him, but Ethan shook his head with a smile and dropped to his knees; Nick’s wide eyes and sharp intake of breath let him know he appreciated this development. Between the two of them, they worked Nick’s pants off in record time. Nick’s cock hung heavy between his legs, fully hard and straining with need. Ethan wrapped his fingers around the base and breathed in the scent of him: musk and sweat and alpha rolling off his skin in delicious waves.

“Oh,” Nick breathed as Ethan closed his lips around the head of his cock. He tasted as good as he smelled; Ethan could never get enough of him. He would gladly have sucked Nick’s cock for hours, just for the taste of him and the throaty, desperate sounds he made when Ethan used his tongue just the right way. He took Nick as deep as he could, nearly gagging at the pressure in his throat, and reached up to guide Nick’s hand into his hair. "Oh, that’s, yes. So good for me, baby."

Ethan hummed as Nick tightened his fingers in his hair, using just the tiniest bit of pressure to change the angle so he could fuck Ethan’s mouth. He used shallow thrusts, ever mindful of Ethan’s breathing, but that little bit of control, of dominance, made Ethan feel like he was floating on waves of pleasure. He didn’t have to care about anything but what his alpha wanted, and what his alpha wanted was him, right here, just like this.

“God, Ethan, that’s perfect, that’s just—oh.” His hips were jerking with less rhythm, the hand in Ethan’s hair squeezing even tighter, right to the edge of pain. “Gonna make me come. Can I, baby?” he asked, breathless.

In response, Ethan flicked his tongue along the underside of Nick’s cock and reached his hands up to cup the firm muscle of Nick’s ass and pull him closer, deeper. Nick let out a broken moan and Ethan’s mouth was flooded with the salty taste of him, his cock jerking with the tremors of his orgasm. The knot at the base was half-filled, and Ethan gave it a squeeze; Nick made an undignified noise as his knees nearly gave out under him, and Ethan couldn’t help but smile as he let Nick’s cock slide from his mouth.

Nick looked down at him, his expression adoring. He cupped Ethan’s chin and dragged his thumb across his lower lip, sliding through the wetness there and dipping into the eager heat of Ethan’s mouth. “Beautiful,” he said, reverent. “My beautiful omega.”

Ethan ducked his head, feeling hot under Nick’s piercing gaze. From the bed, Corey chuckled. “Greedy. Hogging all the omega for yourself.”

Ethan climbed up onto the bed, his hand cupping Corey’s cock as he settled over his legs. “Did you want some, too?”

Corey’s cock was flushed red and glistening with precum, twitching under Ethan’s hand. “Hmm,” he mused, thoughtful. “Nah, right now I just want a taste. C’mere, omega—give me a kiss.”

Ethan climbed up Corey’s body and captured his lips in a kiss. Corey moaned as his tongue darted out, sweeping the taste of Nick from his mouth and diving in for more. His hands came to rest on Ethan’s hips, a gentle grip that moved as Ethan did. Ethan rolled his hips, gasping as his cock slid against Corey’s, and Corey swallowed down his gasps hungrily.

The bed dipped low, and Ethan broke the kiss to watch Nick stretch out beside them on the bed, lazy and languid. “Oh, don’t mind me,” he said with a grin. “I’ll be back with you in a few minutes, as long as you keep that up.”

Corey snickered. “Horny alpha.”

“Takes one to know one.”

The two alphas grinned at each other, and Nick leaned in for a kiss. Corey sighed as their lips slid together, a low noise of contentment that quickly shattered into frantic gasping as Ethan continued to grind their hips together, their skin growing slick with sweat and precum.

Ethan drew in a sharp breath as Corey’s fingertips skimmed across his entrance, a feather-light touch that sent sparks up his spine. Corey made an appreciative noise and pressed inside, his finger sinking to the second knuckle almost effortlessly. “Fuck,” he groaned, “can’t get over how wet you are, even when you’re not in heat. Always ready for us.”

Ethan ground back against Corey’s hand, seeking more depth, more pressure. “More, please,” he whispered, arching his back.

Corey gave him what he wanted, fucking him roughly with two fingers, then three, pistoning his hand in and out with relentless force. “Fuck, baby, so tight, so hot. Need to feel you around my dick.”

“Then get inside me,” Ethan gasped. “Been ready for you since I walked in the door.”

Corey’s eyes rolled back in his head as his cock sank into Ethan, a long groan tearing from his throat. “Oh, fuck,” he whined, biting his lip so hard it turned white.

They rocked together, Corey squeezing and grasping at Ethan’s hips while Ethan’s cock dragged against his stomach, leaving wet trails on his skin. “Gonna knot me, alpha?” Ethan gasped when Corey’s moans reached a frenzied pitch.

That seemed to snap Corey back to reality, and he slowed his movements, splaying his fingers across Ethan’s chest. “Not...not yet,” he said, half breathless but coherent. “Need to—need to ask you something first.”

Ethan frowned. “What do you mean?”

Nick laughed, reaching up to stroke a hand through Ethan’s hair. “It’s nothing bad, don’t worry. Corey just has really shitty timing.”

Corey gave Nick a side-eyed glare. “Hey, you’re the one who told me I couldn’t do any big conversations or questions while we’re tied.”

Nick shook his head, grinning. “I kind of meant that they should happen outside of the bedroom entirely, but I’ll give you points for effort.”

Ethan crossed his arms, aware that his indignation was softened a little bit by the fact that Corey’s cock was still in his ass. “So, what’s this ’big conversation’?”

“We’ve kind of talked about it a little before, but, uh...I want—we want,” Corey corrected himself, “well, we want to make things between us more official. More permanent.”

Ethan’s mouth went dry, and his chest felt tight. Was Corey asking what he seemed to be asking? Did he really want to be mates?

Nick rose to his knees and snaked his hands around Ethan’s waist from behind, nosing at the join of his neck and shoulder, the sensitive skin over his scent gland. “I knew I wanted to mark you the moment we Bonded, but I couldn’t do something like that without Corey’s approval. We’ve talked about it, and...well, he approves.”

“Oh, he definitely approves,” Corey said, his eyes going glassy as Nick nipped gently at Ethan’s shoulder, making him clench and shudder around Corey’s cock. “And he wants to mark you, too. If you’re okay with that.”

“Do you really—are you sure?” Ethan could hardly believe what he was hearing; he’d always assumed that he and Nick would be mated someday, but Corey too? The same guy who used to claim he couldn’t stand the stink of omegas?

“Absolutely sure,” Corey said without hesitation.

Nick slid a possessive hand over Ethan’s belly, over the smooth plane that would soon be swelling and bulging with new life. “You’re already ours,” he said, his hot breath tickling Ethan’s ear. “This would just make it official.”

Ethan covered Nick’s hand with his own, and smiled as Corey’s hand covered both of theirs. His heart hammered in his chest, half anticipation and half terror, as he said, “yeah, let’s do it.”

Nick turned Ethan’s head toward his and kissed him, long and deep. He broke away, eyes shining with unshed tears. “God, baby, you make me so happy.”

“You too,” Ethan murmured against his lips. “Both of you.”

Corey groaned and rocked his hips again, sending sparks through Ethan that made him gasp. “Wait, wait,” Corey said, pushing at Ethan’s thighs, “you should—Nick should be the one.”

“You sure, babe?” Nick asked.

“Yeah,” Corey said, grinning. “Bonding fairy dust, remember? You two have all that weird hormonal stuff, so it’ll, you know, work better or something. Plus this way it’s not my fault if we screw it up.”

Nick laughed again, loud and long, and Ethan couldn’t help but join in. “You little shit!” Nick said, flicking him gently on the nipple. The chastising effect was somewhat lost, though, as Corey arched under the touch, his cock jerking inside Ethan.

“Yeah, but I’m your little shit. Get off me so you can mate your omega.”

“Well, when you put it like that...,” Nick said good-naturedly, shuffling aside so Ethan and Corey could move.

The two alphas guided Ethan with warm, gentle touches to his knees, and he dropped down onto his elbows, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead to the mattress. He was aware the position was one of traditional omega submission, but it wasn’t demanded of him or coerced—it just felt right, comfortable and stable with his alphas skimming their hands over his body.

Ethan felt pressure at his entrance, then the incredible solid thickness of Nick’s cock pressing into him. Nick groaned, resting one hand on the small of Ethan’s back as he sheathed himself in his omega’s body. Ethan trembled at the stretch of it; Nick was bigger than Corey, and always made him feel so delightfully full, even before his knot swelled.

Nick thrust into Ethan’s body, mumbling praise and obscenities in equal measure, his muscular thighs driving the motion until Ethan was a writhing, sweating mess. Corey grounded him with touches and kisses, pinches and nips that drew him to the edge and back again. Every stroke that hit Ethan’s prostate made him cry out, his voice growing raw and ragged from use.

Finally, after what felt like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, Nick pulled Ethan up, pressing Ethan’s back to his chest as he licked and sucked at the scent gland. “Want you,” he gasped, his voice as ragged as Ethan’s, “want you so much. Always.”

“Always,” Ethan agreed, and clenched down on Nick’s cock as he came with a shout against Ethan’s skin.

Ethan felt Nick filling him, both with his hot seed and his knot, and it was as if everything else was pushed out, leaving him empty of everything but his alpha. It was almost too much, too intense, and then Nick’s teeth bit down, clamping firmly on the delicate skin over the Bonding gland, and Ethan cried out as he felt the skin split, babbling a constant stream of, “yes, yes, alpha, please, yes.”

Nick held him close, lapping gently at the mark he’d left as Corey knelt in front of Ethan, wrapping a hand around both their cocks and stroking firmly. “Fuck,” Corey breathed, “that was amazing. Want to get my teeth in you, too. You gonna be okay? That wasn’t too much?”

Ethan felt like he was floating, carried away by sensation. He tilted his head to the side, exposing the other side of his neck. “C’mon, alpha—mark me.”

Corey groaned desperately and came, slicking his hand and Ethan’s cock with his release. He didn’t slow his hand as he sank his teeth into Ethan’s neck, and a second later, Ethan was coming too, silently mouthing yes, yes, yes as his cock pulsed in Corey’s hand.

Ethan’s thighs were shaking as he slowly came back to himself, and even Nick’s strong arms seemed to be trembling slightly. Corey, at least, had the presence of mind to suggest they lie down, and they gently arranged themselves with Ethan sandwiched between his two adoring alphas.

Nick stroked every bit of skin he could reach, and Corey tangled his fingers with Ethan’s. Ethan could feel the throbbing of both bite marks, matching but different, but it was a warm sensation, not quite like pain. They felt right; like they belonged. Like he belonged.

“I guess that’s that, then,” Ethan said, feeling a little surreal. He’d just Mated to not one, but two alphas, and it hardly felt like anything had changed. If anything, it seemed like the natural extension of everything they’d already done.

Nick hummed sleepily against his back. “Hmm, not quite.”

“That’s right,” Corey said, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Better rest up, because after dinner you’re gonna do us.”

Ethan laughed. It wasn’t unheard of for an omega to mark their alpha, but it was certainly less than common. Still, he found that the idea gave him a rush of warmth through his chest, and he ran an affectionate hand through Corey’s hair. “I can probably manage that.”

Corey tucked his head under Ethan’s chin, and Nick wrapped a muscular arm around the both of them. Together, the three of them drifted off to sleep.

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