all. His alpha simmered below his skin, not all the way out yet despite the moon. He’d been restraining himself around Jack Henry for so long he didn’t believe he could really let go. But Jasper knew how to get Elias all the way on board—by showing him what he’d be missing out on if he balked.
Jack Henry’s chest was nicely toned, perfectly muscled. Elias had mentioned, as they prowled, that Jack Henry was a dancer, and Jasper could see it in his upper body. But what he really wanted to see was Jack Henry’s lower body. Those legs. That ass. It was time to get him out of his pants, to unveil the rest of his delectable form.
He pushed Jack Henry’s pants over his hips, grinning when Jack Henry’s cock sprang up at him. He’d known the omega was hard—could smell the pre-come dripping from him as it ran down his shaft to mix with the slick dripping from his ass—and he’d guessed Jack Henry wasn’t wearing underpants. The smell of his groin was too prominent, too poignant—only one thin layer of cloth away all this time.
So Jasper shouldn’t have been surprised by either the delectable scent or the gorgeous body, but he was overcome by them all the same. Those were dancer’s legs, all right, running straight and strong down to Jack Henry’s bare feet. Even his toes looked strong, but it was his thighs Jasper couldn’t get enough of. A lovely cleft ran down the side of each one, his hamstrings so defined Jasper could see the separation between them, and his quads dipped in a long, hard vee to his knees.
Jasper put his hands on Jack Henry’s shoulders, unable to trust himself to put them anywhere else, and turned him around so he could get a look at his backside. He about bit his tongue in half trying to stifle the groan that rose up at the sight of Jack Henry’s ass. His calves were tight and toned, as beautiful as his thighs, but Jasper couldn’t take his eyes off that ass long enough to appreciate them. He cupped Jack Henry’s right cheek, testing its firm weight for a moment before snapping into action.
“Right. Let’s get him stretched out. What have we got to make this place nicer for him?”
“Our clothes,” Elias said promptly. He gathered up their discarded clothing and laid it out to form a bed that was thinner than Jasper would’ve liked but would at least prevent slivers.
Jasper swept Jack Henry up into his arms—one arm under his shoulders, one under his knees. Jack Henry was as light as a feather, and he made a contented sigh as Jasper carried him to the makeshift bed and settled him onto it. The three alphas stood side by side over his body in shared worship, appreciating what they were about to destroy.
JACK HENRY
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All of them. That was what he’d asked for. Had he bitten off more than he could chew? He’d never been fucked before, not even by one alpha. Did he really think he could take on three at once?
“It’s okay?” he asked, not even sure what he meant by the question. Was it okay for him to want this, okay for him to have it, okay that it was about to happen?
“It’s perfect,” Jasper told him, coming down to join him on the mattress made of t-shirts and jeans. “You’re perfect. Don’t you worry about a thing, baby. We’re going to take such good care of you.”
Elias took one of his hands and Saul took the other. With Jasper between his legs, Jack Henry felt safe and certain. The last shreds of doubt disappeared. He gave Jasper a resolute nod, and Jasper gave him back a wolfy grin. Jasper separated Jack Henry’s legs, planting his feet so far apart that everything between them must be visible.
“Pretty omega,” Jasper whispered as he ran a finger through Jack Henry’s crack. It slid easily, lubricated by the slick he’d been excreting all night. He was a wet and hungry mess, and he wanted that finger to do more than slide through his crack. He wanted it in him. He squirmed, thrusting his hips forward to capture it, but Jasper tsked at him and took the finger away.
“Good boys behave,” he said. “Bad boys get held down.” He nodded at Saul and Elias, who obeyed his unspoken order by clamping down on his shoulders, pinning him to the ground. The traitors.
Jack Henry keened, thoroughly lost now. He