Heat Race - Tanya Chris Page 0,14

pants. If he had Jasper’s confidence, if he could just let his dick hang out like that, maybe Jack Henry would suck him. Elias was so hard, leaking in his pants, and the way Jack Henry had his ass turned up as he nuzzled into Jasper’s balls made the smell of slick rise into the air, almost as strong as if Elias had his nose between Jack Henry’s cheeks. Elias couldn’t help it. He had to try.

He shucked his pants and yanked his shirt off over his head. He could smell his own pheromones as they filled the air, and Jack Henry must have smelled them too because he lifted his head from where he’d been snuffling Jasper—not quite sucking his cock, but working his way up to it—and swiveled around to look at him. He walked forward on his knees, entranced, until Jasper grabbed him around the waist to reel him back in.

“He’d go for any cock right now,” Jasper said.

“Jack Henry likes me.” Elias pointed his cock at Jack Henry, willing him to break away from Jasper and come to him. “He loves me. I ought to be the one.”

“You said you’d let him choose,” Saul admonished before plucking Jack Henry firmly out of Jasper’s grasp.

SAUL

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Saul had intended to put Jack Henry right back down on his own two feet after taking him away from Jasper, to give him some space from the alphas surrounding him, but the omega smelled so edible and felt so right in his arms. Jasper could tease Saul about wanting to take a cock, but he wanted to give some too—right to this pretty omega who was moon-dazed and wet.

Jack Henry turned in his arms, his attention distracted from the more distant alphas. Now it was Saul he focused on as he slithered to his knees. He did it gracefully, like the dancer he was. His pretty lips parted as he mouthed over the front of Saul’s pants, seeking out the heat of his cock.

Saul had intended to give Jack Henry some space, but oh, what he wanted now. Those lips around his cock, that ass around his cock—to fuck and claim the delectable omega he’d been yearning for. This was the night for it, the air crisp enough to feel good against his heated skin, the moon all the way up, full and white, huge and bright, casting its silvery glow like magic.

Saul’s injuries had healed, the pheromones coursing through him boosting his metabolism into high gear. He felt strong, engorged everywhere with his muscles as hard as his cock. If Lon came at him now, Saul could take him, no matter what dirty tricks he tried to pull. He could take Elias and Jasper too, both of them at once. He threw back his head and howled. He didn’t have an actual wolf inside him the way Jasper did, but tonight it felt like he did.

Jack Henry’s eyes were bright with admiration. His delicate hands moved to Saul’s fly, and Saul prepared himself for the most supreme pleasure of his life.

“I thought you were supposed to be helping,” Elias complained.

“If everyone else’s cock is out, why shouldn’t mine be?”

Jack Henry was obviously reacting to their pheromones, so Saul figured he should have the same advantage. He helped Jack Henry undo his fly and lower his pants until his cock sprang out. Jack Henry laughed, delighted. He opened his mouth to swallow it, but Elias’s admonition had restored enough of Saul’s sanity that he knew he couldn’t allow Jack Henry to continue. With a resigned huff, he hauled the omega to his feet.

“You really do have to make a choice,” he told Jack Henry as he got the rest of the way undressed. It felt good to be naked. The clothes had become too much—a civilized veneer covering something that was no longer civil. “If you don’t speak up, one of us is going to go too far. And I don’t want it to be me.”

“Me either,” Elias said. “I want to respect your right to choose, but it needs to be soon.”

Jasper rose to his feet so the three of them surrounded the omega. Jack Henry turned in the center of the triangle they made, surveying them. He looked pleased, neither scared or uncertain, the only one of them still dressed but as lost to the call of the moon as any of them.

“Make a choice,” Saul begged him. “Because this is getting—” Difficult, tense, uncomfortable. Hard. So hard. Saul massaged