Dominion (Alpha Domain #1) (20 page)

“I’m not going to last much longer either,” Allen said from behind me, thrusting a little faster into me and sending me down hard on John’s cock. “It’s too tight—too fucking
hot
.”

“Tilt your hips forward a little, sweetheart,” John ground out between clenched teeth.

Once I was in a better positon, he snaked his hand between us again and pressed the pads of two fingers firmly against my swollen clitoris. My eyes slammed shut and I tensed up, right on the edge of climax as he began to flick his finger rapidly back and forth.

“Faster, faster! Wanna come,” I moaned, the words trailing off into a scream as Allen took the lead and began to fuck me harder and faster.

The slick sounds of our sex was overpowered by the three of us moaning and grunting as our climaxes approached. When my orgasm finally slammed into me— I literally screamed from the force of it.

My entire body writhed wildly between them and John grunted, pounding his hips upwards as much as he could in our current position while I soaked his cock with my juices. He let out a strangled groan of release as his cock began to pulsate and he buried his face against my neck while his entire body shuddered. Allen came seconds later, burying himself to the hilt before letting out a loud roar as he spilled his seed deep in my ass.

For a second— it felt like the entire world froze. My muscles flexed around them both, deep groans of pleasure pulling out of their throats as my body finished milking them.

A part of me was aware that I had gone slack against John’s chest, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain. His hands ghosted up and down my back as he panted up at the ceiling, Allen doing the same thing on his knees behind me.

After a long moment of just enjoying the afterglow and steadying our wild heartbeats, Allen pulled himself out of my ass and helped me lift my hips off of John. I immediately felt their juices running out of my stretched holes, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as Allen gently laid me down in the middle of the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered before easing himself to the floor and making his way to the bathroom.

He returned a moment later with two wet washcloths, passing one to John before he used the other to gently clean up the mess between my legs. I knew I’d likely still be a mess when I woke up later, but I appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

I turned on my side to curl up against John and Allen chucked the dirty cloth to the floor and took his place behind me. I sighed happily as I started to drift into sleep, my body so exhausted that I didn’t even want to try to fight it.

“I love you both so much,” I whispered.

“We love you, too, baby.”

O
nce Amber was asleep
, John and I shared a look over her unconscious form.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, his eyes briefly darting to Amber’s content face.

“Let her get a little sleep.”

“I don’t know if I can sleep. Too wired.”

“Same here,” I admitted as I caressed her bare hip. “But she seemed so tired.”

“We’ll give her an hour, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” I agreed with a nod, then settled my body back down and mentally ran over the carefully planned speech for the hundredth time.

“
A
llen
.
Allen!
”

“Hmm?” I murmured, jerking awake when I felt something wet land on my arm. “What is it?”

“Wake up, man. It’s been an hour.”

“Oh, shit. Did I fall asleep? What did you—oh, what the
fuck?
” I shouted, my tone alarming Amber and making her jump in her sleep. Now awake from my outburst, she rolled to her back and looked up at me with wide, confused eyes.

“Shit, I’m sorry, baby. John threw his wet jizz cloth on my arm.”

For a moment, I thought the words went over her head until her face scrunched up and she said, “Gross.”

A loud yawn followed the word and a full body stretch after that, one that pulled the sheet down and exposed her breasts. My dick twitched with interest and I mentally cursed at myself.

Now isn’t the time. Ten minutes from now? Hell yeah. But not right now.

“What time is it?” Amber asked as she sat up.

“You’ve been out for an hour,” John replied as he slowly eased himself to the side of the bed and rolled out, careful not to make any jerky movements that would agitate his wound. “But we need to talk to you, so it’s time to wake up.”

She laughed nervously as she sat up, pulling the sheet with her. I moved around the bed until I found her shirt and handed it to her, watching as her eyes became even more worried.

“Uh-oh. I need clothes for this?” she asked with a forced chuckle. “Must be serious.”

“It is,” I said solemnly.

The smile dropped off her face instantly. “Oh god, what’s wrong? Is someone hurt?”

John chuckled as he pulled on his pants and shook his head. I followed suit and reached for my jeans, not wanting my dick to ruin the moment. Because even in an oversized t-shirt, my body still reacted to her. Thankfully, one glance at John’s crotch confirmed that it wasn’t just me who had that problem.

Suddenly remembering what caused me to wake her up so abruptly in the first place, I grimaced and ran to the bathroom to quickly wash my arm. After I was clean, I came back out and pointed at John’s smiling face.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I love you, too, buddy.”

“Dick,” I mumbled under my breath as I crossed the room to dig out the boxes from where I had hidden them in my dresser when we first got home.

I returned to the bed and sat down on the edge next to Amber, handing John his two boxes and holding on to the other two. She looked confused as hell, but also intrigued.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her head whipping back and forth between the two of us.

John nodded and we both moved to stand in front of her.

“Our relationship is never going to be accepted as normal,” John said slowly. “We want to make damn sure that you’re aware of that before we continue.”

She frowned and nodded. “I know that.”

John looked to me and I cleared my throat before continuing.

“But normal or not, it feels
right
to us. We’re both in love with you, Amber, but there isn’t a way for us to both legally marry you.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, then darted down to the boxes in our hands with fear. Another man might have mistaken it as fear of being asked at all, but I instinctively knew what she was really afraid of.

“We’re not asking you to choose,” I assured her, watching as the worry immediately drained from her face only to be replaced by a confused frown.

“Then what
are
you asking?”

John slowly lowered to the floor and I did the same, dropping to one knee and gazing up at her confused, but smiling face. We opened our boxes at the same time to reveal the identical, white-gold wedding bands.

“We want you to marry both of us. It won’t be legal, but it doesn’t matter.”

“The rings are only different on the inside. They each have our names inscribed in them.”

“One John and one Allen?” she asked for confirmation.

“Exactly.”

“What’s in the other two boxes?” she asked, pointing to where I had placed my second box on the floor.

“Those are for us. If you say yes, we’ll have our own bands to wear.”

Her eyes were tearing up as she looked between our faces and the rings.

“Do your rings have my name in them?”

“Yes,” I confirmed with a nod. “Amber, baby, I love you so much and—”

“Yes! Yes to both!”

My mouth snapped closed and I frowned, looking over to John as I said, “There goes our whole speech.”

“Dude, she said
yes
. Who gives a fuck about the speech?”

I watched as he removed the ring from his box and slid it onto her offered finger before she turned and lifted her hand to me.

I pouted while I slid the band on her finger and muttered, “All that speech planning right down the fucking drain.”

“I want to put yours on,” she said excitedly, ignoring my pout. “And Allen, if you really want to, you can give me the speech after.”

“Really?” I asked, handing her the box containing my ring.

“Mm-hm. We’ll see if you can recite it while I’ve got my lips wrapped around your cock.”

John’s eyebrows raised. “Sounds like a challenge.”

I groaned, but smiled as I gave her my left hand so she could slide the ring on my finger. Once in place, she whispered, “Till death to do us part.”

The action and words were repeated with John, then the two of us both grabbed for her at the same time, pulling her down to the floor and immediately removing the t-shirt.

We didn’t even make it back to the bed, the three of us just turning into a sweaty pile of limbs on the floor. I failed the challenge, unable to even remember my own fucking name as she expertly sucked my cock while John slowly pounded into her from behind.

It wasn’t normal or traditional or
legal
, but then again, none of those words could be used to describe John or myself or our jobs or
anything
in our entire fucking lives.

But it made us happy and in the end, that was all that really mattered.