bent at the waist, bringing his hands to the mattress so his ass thrust even more temptingly out at them. As he shimmied, his jeans slid inch by slow inch down his legs to circle his ankles. He kicked his legs up over his head until he was doing a split in the air, his jeans hanging from a single foot as he spun them like an overlarge tassel before flinging them free. Now there was nothing for Elias to focus on except Jack Henry’s panty-clad ass, which was as purple and plump as a berry.
Jack Henry lowered himself to the mattress, spinning until he ended up on his stomach facing them. He tilted his pelvis into the bed and pressed up on his hands, arching like a sphinx as his head dropped back to show off that claiming bite again. Another low rumble issued from Jasper’s chest. Jasper liked the bite. Elias had mixed feelings about it. It wasn’t his bite, but it did mark Jack Henry as his.
Jack Henry made a sound like a purr. He’d always enjoyed performing, but Elias could see he particularly liked that it was his alphas watching him. His briefs were soaked with slick, wet and ripe. When he flung them in their direction, Elias snatched them out of the air, his reflexes for once not failing him. His tongue dabbed at the spot where Jack Henry’s juices were collected most thickly.
Ah, slick. He’d tasted it for the first time last night, and he was already addicted to it. This morning, he’d been self-conscious about how eagerly he’d sucked up his mates’ loads along with Jack Henry’s slick, but now he was ready to do it again. Only… fuck. Condoms. No come would be dumped into Jack Henry’s ass today.
Elias handed the briefs to Saul, aware that he was being selfish with them. Saul took the same deep inhale Elias had, but Jasper didn’t wait for his turn. He grabbed Jack Henry, who was on his knees, gyrating and contorting himself into one tempting position after another. Jack Henry blinked at Jasper’s touch—as if he’d managed to forget they were there—then a confident grin spread across his face.
“You asked for a dance,” he reminded Jasper with a wag of his finger.
“Fuck.” Jasper sat back on his heels and knocked his head against the wall behind him.
“Soon,” Jack Henry promised. “Soon we’re going to fuck.”
JASPER
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If Jasper had known what he was letting himself in for, he wouldn’t have suggested it. Jack Henry only needed to exist to be alluring, and he’d been doing a lot more than just existing for ten minutes now. One song blended into another, the notes low and drawn out, a perfect backdrop to the display that was part dance, part acrobatic impossibility, and entirely seductive. The positions Jack Henry could contort himself into, the power with which he held them, gave Jasper ideas. Ideas he wished he was executing on.
If he were sitting next to Saul, he could express his arousal in that direction, but it was Elias next to him, and Elias wouldn’t welcome physical affection. That left Jasper with no one to touch except himself. He cupped his groin, which was unpleasantly confined in tight leather, and decided fuck it. He could put on a show too. He hopped to his feet and shucked his pants, rating himself three out of ten for showmanship but ten out of ten for alpha cock.
Jack Henry sure took notice. He unwound himself into a simple kneeling position, still swaying with the beat but only lightly, his eyes on Jasper’s cock and his hands reaching forward in a rhythmic come-here gesture. This time when Jasper touched him, he welcomed it, arching into him until their mouths came together, and ah. It was like a too-long thirst being slaked. Jasper tilted Jack Henry back, drinking from the fountain of his lips, feeling their bodies press together flesh to flesh as he lowered them in a semi-controlled crash to the mattress.
Any semblance of performing disappeared. Jack Henry became that desperate, almost feral creature he’d been last night. He might not be able to shift, but Jasper could feel the animal in him rising like steam from his skin, perfuming the air with its savage arousal. The two of them were laser focused on each other, alpha and omega making a whole out of two halves, until a low whimper from behind them reminded Jasper they weren’t alone. And that he wasn’t just any