the foliage as it’d risen, but he could feel it, and a silvery, lustrous sheen coated everything its beams reached. He worked his way along the fence, memory guiding him until he reached the tree they’d once played in, which was situated on the other side of the fence from what was now his dance studio.
The first branch was a lot higher than he remembered it—seemed the tree had grown faster than he had—but his dance training made the leap to catch it easy, and swinging up onto it was fun. He perched in the crotch of the lower branches and scouted the condition of their fort. They’d overbuilt it, and their care showed. The walls stretched unbroken on two of the four sides, forming a corner against the tree trunk. The other two walls had once featured holes to act as windows, but those walls had fared less well. They were nothing but window now. The roof had come down too—probably because it had lost two of its supporting walls—but the floor seemed solid.
Jack Henry gave it a good thump, but the boards didn’t crack or sag. He eased his way onto the platform about the size of a double bed and wedged himself into the corner of the two remaining walls. The position guarded his back and allowed him to look out through the sweeping branches over the fence. There was his dance studio, a familiar sight. As a child, he’d watched the dancers come and go, seen their figures leaping and twisting through the studio’s windows, and longed to join them.
Now he was back in the tree, yearning for something different. The rising moon softened his urge to run and opened him to the idea of being claimed. Why hadn’t he told Elias yes—arranged to meet him and headed off any possibility of it being Lon or some other undesirable alpha? Two other faces floated into his mind and answered the question for him. He hadn’t told Elias yes because he wanted Saul. He wanted Jasper. He wanted all three of them.
He could imagine himself on his hands and knees—fingers opening him from behind and a cock in his mouth. Or on his back with his legs over his head—a cock in his ass and another in his hand. He wanted it all. Just like he couldn’t decide between his best friend, his burly crush, and the bad boy who looked like he could destroy them both, he couldn’t decide where and how he wanted to be taken. Everywhere. He wanted to be taken everywhere, his every hole filled, his every pleasure point stimulated. He wanted to be surrounded by alpha.
The moon reached its full height, and his temperature spiked with it. He whimpered, no longer trying to stay quiet. He was ready for whoever came. Someone, anyone, everyone.
SAUL
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Most of the alphas had long since stumbled deeper into the woods, but light traces of Jack Henry’s scent kept pulling Saul east. Jack Henry’s heat was rising with the moon, making his odor both stronger and sharper. Saul found himself moving faster as his confidence grew. He would get to Jack Henry first. He would win the prize. Soon his cock would be buried in Jack Henry’s delectable ass as he reveled in the sounds and scents of satisfied heat.
It was what every alpha dreamed of, from the time they first presented. And though he’d seen pictures of alphas and omegas fucking, he knew that when it was real—not just models pretending—when the stimulation was more than physical, when the act was a consummation and a promise, the result would be greater pleasure than anything he’d ever known. Best of all, after this night of unbridled passion, he would get to take his prize home with him, and for the rest of his life, he would have the most precious omega ever to call his own.
Saul’s heart thumped so eagerly he felt sure Jack Henry could hear it. I’m coming for you, he wanted to sing out. I’m coming for you, and I hope you want me, that you never regret that it was me who found you and claimed you. He knew for sure he’d never regret it.
Much as he wanted to howl with joy, he kept his mouth shut and his footsteps light, moving stealthily without snapping twigs or rustling through last year’s fallen leaves. He wasn’t worried about Jack Henry hearing him because if Jack Henry wanted to escape, Saul would have to let him