Unnatural - Alessandra Hazard Page 0,38

cracked the door open to see what was going on.

Well.

Lucien certainly didn’t look unwilling. He was seated on the desk, his shirt gaping open to reveal his perky breasts. Aksel was between his spread thighs, sucking on his left nipple hungrily, his large hand squeezing and kneading the other breast in a proprietary manner.

Haydn stared at them. He’d never seen a male omega with breasts. He was confused for a moment before remembering that Royce had mentioned Lucien’s failed pregnancy. Right. Lucien must have been a Dainiri omega. The Dainiri were the rarest and most fertile omegas, and even male ones could nurse their children and usually retained their breasts after pregnancy.

“They’re not off-putting,” Aksel growled, showering Lucien’s breasts with hungry kisses and teasing his hardened nipples with his tongue. “They’re gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.”

The sweet scent of an aroused omega reached Haydn’s nostrils and he shifted from one foot to the other. He’d always felt strange around aroused omegas.

“I jerked off thinking about your tits ever since I learned what my cock was for,” Aksel said, licking between Lucien’s breasts before latching onto his right nipple. Lucien moaned, his hand burying in the dark hair. Aksel trailed his mouth down, over Lucien’s abs, to the bulge between Lucien’s spread legs.

Realizing where it was going, Haydn shut the door again. But the darkness in the closet only made him more aware of the moans outside, and of Royce’s firm, muscular body pressed against him from behind.

Haydn swallowed, his skin hot and his body hypersensitive. He tried not to think about what Aksel was probably doing now: his dark head moving between Lucien’s pale thighs, sucking his cock and then maybe licking his hole. The image was beyond arousing, but it wasn’t because he imagined himself in Aksel’s place. No, he imagined himself in Lucien’s, except it wasn’t Aksel between his legs. It was Royce. Royce, sucking his cock and then pulling his cheeks open to put his tongue inside of him.

The sheer wrongness of that thought nearly made him moan. Biting his lip, he shifted and involuntarily rubbed his ass against Royce’s hard dick.

Royce hissed, his arm around him tightening. “Stop squirming, damn you,” he murmured into his ear, his breath hot against the sensitive shell.

Haydn shivered, wanting.

Outside the closet, Lucien’s moans grew in volume, wanton and high-pitched, and they made something in Haydn’s lower stomach grow hot and needy. He rubbed his ass against Royce’s cock again.

Royce cursed. “All right,” he bit out, jerking Haydn’s fly open and yanking his pants and underwear down.

There was some fumbling before Royce’s erection pressed between Haydn’s bare cheeks.

Haydn shivered. Part of him was insisting that this was wrong, that he shouldn’t be allowing an alpha to do it to him, but his doubts were drowned out by the fire in his veins. Royce’s hand stroked his trembling stomach before finally wrapping around his hard cock. Haydn had to shove a hand against his mouth to stop himself from moaning. Royce’s hand was big, firm, and confident as it stroked him, and it felt so good on his aching cock, but for some reason, the cock grinding between his buttocks seemed to be the focus of his world. When the slippery head caught in his hole a little, Haydn shuddered, moaning against his own hand. Fuck. He wanted that cock. He didn’t care how wrong it was, didn’t care that he was an alpha, and an alpha wasn’t supposed to want such things. He wanted it, his mouth watering as he remembered how good having that cock in his mouth had felt.

Before he could think twice, he turned around and dropped to his knees.

“Haydn,” Royce ground out breathlessly.

Haydn leaned in and swallowed his cock. Every single muscle in Royce’s body seemed to stiffen, his cock throbbing in Haydn’s mouth and becoming even harder. Haydn hummed appreciatively and started sucking, bobbing his head up and down, hungry for it, his saliva everywhere. It was probably a clumsy, unskilled blowjob, but Royce didn’t seem to care, grunting and breathing raggedly as Haydn sucked his cock. Neither of them was very quiet, and they were lucky Lucien was so loud, or they would have been heard.

Haydn tried to swallow his own moans, unable to believe it was really happening and how much he was enjoying it. He was sucking another alpha’s cock unprompted, willingly, eagerly, like some kind of cock-hungry slut. His father would disown him on the spot if he could see him now. But it