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weirded out. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning as Royce’s palms stroked over his nipples. Fuck.

Thankfully, Royce didn’t seem to get offended by his erection. He glanced at it before shoving Haydn onto the bed.

With a grunt, Haydn landed on his back.

His heart pounding, he looked up at Royce.

“Sit with your back to the headboard,” the other alpha instructed in a clipped voice, glowering at him.

Frowning in confusion, Haydn did as he was told.

Royce finally glanced at the omega. “Lie down between his legs, with your back to him.”

The omega—Haydn really needed to find out her name—silently moved, assuming a reclining position against Haydn’s chest, her soft buttocks pressed against his erection.

Haydn realized what he intended to do only as Royce climbed on top of her—on top of them.

Looking at Haydn’s face, Royce spread the omega’s thighs.

Haydn swallowed, glancing at Royce’s hard cock between her legs.

When Royce finally pushed inside her, she moaned, her ass grinding against Haydn’s cock.

Haydn’s eyes became unfocused. He had never felt so weird. The scent of an aroused omega was familiar, but the position he was in—on his back, with another alpha in rut looming over him, as if Haydn were the one being fucked—was completely unnatural for an alpha. He could feel every thrust as Royce fucked her. It was weird as hell.

And yet… he was still hard. He’d never been more turned on in his life. His own arousal in this strange situation made Haydn uncomfortable, so he tried to focus his attention on the omega in his arms. He stroked her large breasts and her soft stomach, making her moans grow in volume. He slipped his fingers lower, playing with her clit. The omega arched her body, and Haydn’s hand accidentally brushed against Royce’s cock.

Royce’s muscles locked up, his black eyes looking nearly feral as he glared at Haydn.

Haydn flushed and jerked his hand away.

“No,” Royce bit out.

What?

“Touch it.”

It? Did he mean the omega’s cunt? Or… his cock?

Licking his lips, Haydn brought his hand back and touched the woman’s wet cunt, stroking around her opening, where she was stretched around Royce’s thick length.

Royce’s eyes glazed over, his cock bumping against Haydn’s hand every time he moved. His thrusts became harder and harder, Royce’s scent thick and overwhelming, every thrust grinding the omega’s ass into Haydn’s cock. Submit, Royce’s scent said. Submit, submit, submit.

A confused whimper left Haydn’s mouth, his head spinning. He bared his throat, and Royce lunged forward, folding the poor omega in half, and sank his teeth into Haydn’s neck.

Haydn jolted, as if electrocuted, and came, his orgasm catching him off guard.

Royce let out a low growl, his hips pounding him into the mattress with the force of his thrusts. Finally, he shuddered and went still, growling, his teeth still buried in Haydn’s neck.

Haydn gazed at the ceiling dazedly, confused, embarrassed, and freaked out of his mind.

It felt like a small eternity passed before Royce finally lifted his head.

They stared at each other, the air of awkwardness between them so thick Haydn could practically taste it.

Royce’s gaze was clearer than it had been, the haze of rut gone for a moment.

“Sorry,” he said, his eyes flicking down to Haydn’s neck—to the bite mark that was undoubtedly there. Had Haydn been an omega, it would have been a mating bite; the knowledge hung in the air between them, heavy and uncomfortable.

Haydn shrugged, attempting to look nonchalant. “Not a big deal,” he lied, trying not to show how weirded out he was. “You just got a little carried away.” Or a lot.

The sound of a throat clearing made them flinch. They looked at the omega caught between them.

“You’re rather heavy,” she told Royce, her voice soft and polite. “Would you mind…?”

“Of course,” Royce said, rolling off her to lie on his back beside Haydn.

Haydn noted that he hadn’t knotted her. Not that he had necessarily expected Royce to do it—knotting was a requirement only for Xeus alphas—but it was still good to know how considerate Royce was. Contrary to popular opinion, not all omegas enjoyed being knotted outside of their heats.

“Sorry for this,” Royce told her, his voice terse and uncomfortable.

It took Haydn’s hazy brain a moment to realize what Royce was apologizing for: neither of them had bothered to make sure that the omega came. She didn’t smell sexually frustrated, so she had likely come, too—but the fact that he wasn’t sure was more than a little embarrassing. Had he been that focused on Royce?

Haydn looked at the