Runaway Omega
Chapter 26 - - 26 Conceal Don’t Feel

Chapter 26: Chapter - 26 Conceal Don’t Feel

Meyhymn’s Point Of View

"My Gods his room is totally wrecked! Did he do this?" I asked Bellamy.

We were currently carrying Ferdinand to his bed. I couldn’t believe how fast he had disappeared while I was loading the dart gun. He had asked me how effective I thought the darts would be, and I told him that after seeing him take on the government tranquilizers I didn’t have much hope for the homemade ones.

Bellamy had put his all into making those tranquilizing darts however, and I was glad to know that 10 of them could still get the job done, unfortunately, it was still frightening to know that he could still withstand nine of them.

Tristan had looked distraught and nearly heartbroken at the sight of him collapsing. I felt bad for him but it had to be done, because I never go back on my promises, and I promised Ferdinand that I wouldn’t let him hurt Tristan unintentionally or otherwise.

"Yeah I imagine Ferdinand is fighting demons we couldn’t hope to understand." Bellamy replied, as he straightened up Ferdinand’s room.

"That look on Tristan’s face will probably haunt me for a while. He looked so hurt and heartbroken." I said.

"I assure you, his eyes didn’t quite capture it due to the mating cycle coming up, but the feeling was gut wrenching... I think Lady Josephine might be right. If Tristan has to watch us put Ferdinand down everyday during this upcoming week, he might cave before the week is up. He would definitely incite us." He sighed.

"You mean get pregnant intentionally, right?" I asked, looking confused.

"Yes, exactly. I hope I’m wrong but... you didn’t feel it... even now his body is wavering on giving up, and the cycle hasn’t even started yet." Bellamy said, looking defeated.

"What will you do?" I asked.

Bellamy was probably the smartest and most logical of them all, so if he gave up there was no hope for any of them.

"I’ll spend tonight making suppressants, tranquilizers, and more Pherophetamines to keep him alert, if worse comes to worse. Tristan falling unconscious is the worst possible outcome." Bellamy replied, looking determined.

"I’ll help any way I can. More hands can’t hurt. Just point and instruct. I’m not sure Soona can be trusted with something like this just yet." I said.

"No, you’re absolutely right. Not even my company has the schematics for the suppressants or the Pherophetamine yet. I’m going to keep that close to the chest for now." He replied.

I pulled the blanket up on Ferdinand, but he just pulled it off again. I chuckled and looked at Bellamy. He had a contemplative look on his face. He cleaned up Ferdinand’s room a bit more and headed for the door.

I followed after him, curious about what was going through his head. When we reached the hallway Sylvester was outside the room waiting for us. He had a pensive look on his face, as he stared off into space.

"Is Tristan in Cole’s room?" Bellamy asked.

"Huh? Oh... yeah he is but..." Sylvester trailed off walking away from the rooms.

Bellamy followed close behind, and I after him. One thing I found curious was their shared link and bond. It was like they had conversations without words more often than not. It was intriguing.

"Bellamy... Do you think Tristan has the power to force a pregnancy all by himself?" Sylvester asked, causing Bellamy to abruptly stop walking, and me to trip over my feet.

"What makes you say that?" Bellamy asked, looking both angry and curious.

"Didn’t you feel it too? His... overwhelming grief?" Sylvester said, his eyes flashing white as he stared at Bellamy.

"I did, but why do you think he’d force a pregnancy and not allow a pregnancy?" Bellamy asked sternly.

"Look, you may have felt it, but you haven’t seen it. Horny Tristan is a fucking force of nature! I’m not joking, and this is outside the mating cycle. I get chills thinking about how much worse he could get. Couple that with a rutting Ferdinand or worse, trauma at watching him get taken down multiple times. There’s no way I could confidently say it’s not possible." Sylvester said, his eyes glowing more.

"What’s wrong with you Sylvester? Your eyes are glowing like crazy." I said.

"Ah... well if Bellamy focused hard enough I bet he could figure it out. I think I found one pretty big side effect to your new suppressants Bel." He replied, his eyes were steady flickering and he looked like he was about to lose his mind.

It was similar to how Ferdinand looked in Bellamy’s lab, looking for the suppressants. Then, it dawned on me, and since the other guys never acted irrational like Ferdinand, I always forgot that they were uniquely the same in one regard.

"Shit! What a major oversight!" Bellamy cursed.

"Figured it out did you?" Sylvester asked, sarcastically.

"The regular suppressants don’t work for Tristan anymore I assume?" I asked.

"Astute as always Meyhymn. The other problem is that it’s Thursday." Sylvester said, making Bellamy look up with a start.

"Tristan said the same thing to Ferdinand earlier. What’s the big deal about Thursdays?" I asked, perplexed.

"Thursdays are Cole’s days to monopolize Tristan." Bellamy groaned.

"Ah. Well I see you guys have a system. Good for you, I figured you guys just fought over superiority or played rock, paper, scissors until there was a definitive winner." I chuckled.

"Nope... You’re not getting it big guy. Cole is currently injured as hell. No amount of pain meds will fix that." Sylvester retorted.

"Which in turn means Cole probably won’t be able to satisfy Tristan at all... but what right do we have?" Bellamy asked, massaging his temples.

"Pffft! I have every right. Need I remind you that that baby Alpha slept in my bed last night. The problem I’m having is, I can’t do that shit two nights in a row. I need actual sleep. I got maybe 3 hours of sleep under my belt. No way am I doing it again tonight. I love him and it’s fucking amazing, but I’m fucking tired and he’s insatiable. I plan to take some sleeping meds and take my ass to bed. You and Cole can figure that shit out. It’s basically your fault anyways. I just hope you’re still able to make those suppressants tonight too." Sylvester said, plopping down on the stairs gripping the rails.

"There’s something your not saying. Something you’re not telling me. What is it Sylvester? What’s wrong with you?" Bellamy asked, looking Sylvester over.

Sylvester really seemed unwell. As much as he said he was tired and that it wasn’t his problem, he had a white-knuckled grip on the railing.

"I think I figured out another side effect of this mated bond, and the cycle. I can’t unsee his eyes. It’s like being in a state of hypnosis. Or like ingesting hard-core drugs for days on end and becoming addicted. I want to answer his eyes, even now. Ugh... what a terrifying reality." He replied, putting his face in his other hand.

"I’m not following... I’ve seen his eyes already, and I’m not feeling any kind of pull like you’re describing." Bellamy said.

"I can’t explain it. You haven’t seen his eyes at their most terrifying state yet. As much as I’d like to say I was being spiteful early this morning because of the hell you and Ferdinand put me through this week, it’d be a complete lie. I couldn’t stop even when I wanted to. I nearly passed out, hell Cole did pass out. And whereas I’d like to say he was tired and injured, Tristan’s pheromones were overwhelming. To the point where I was begging him to stop." Sylvester said, eyes flickering and full of despair.

"Well I can’t give him another suppressant for 5 more hours, do you think Cole can last that long?" Bellamy asked.

Sylvester gave him the most annoyed glare I had ever seen him make in my life. Almost as if to say, ’Are you stupid or are you deaf?’ I didn’t think 5 hours was a long time for Cole to endure. I could think of many things to do that didn’t necessarily need too much physical action.

"Well I’m not as generous as you Sylvester, there’s no way I could control myself. And I damn sure don’t want to have a threesome in Cole’s fucking room!" Bellamy growled.

"Look I get what you’re saying, really I do. But the reality is, if those tranquilizer darts wear off before the five hours are up, either Ferdinand will find his way to Tristan or Tristan will find his way to Ferdinand. And if you thought I made your work harder last night, wait until Ferdinand gets a gander at Tristan’s insatiable eyes." Sylvester said.

"Well he wanted to see Tahlia before he slept, what should we do about that then?" Bellamy asked.

"You search our bond first, then ask me again." Sylvester replied.

I pulled out my phone and pulled up the CCTV cameras I had installed earlier today. Sure enough all the kids were asleep now, they were all in the playroom spread out on pallets with the girls in their bassinets and the twins asleep on the sofas. We wouldn’t be able to get Tahlia without waking them all up anyways. Sure we could go the back way, but it wasn’t an actual emergency so that seemed a bit drastic.

"Well all the kids are asleep. We can just show him the camera feed, on his phone, your phone, or my phone." I said showing them my screen.

"Jeez... that’s so damn adorable. How did they even tame the twins. They used to be so terrifying, now look at them." Bellamy said, chuckling.

"No, no. If anything they’re even more terrifying." Sylvester groaned.

"Well Tristan isn’t too hard to reason with so just seeing the camera feed should be okay. Just make sure to put the app on his phone. He can see them any time he wants." I said.

"Thanks Meyhymn, I’ll go break the news to him then." Bellamy said with a sigh.

"W-Wait Bellamy. Let me get those sleeping pills. If you walk into that room, you 100% won’t be walking out of there anytime soon, and I’d like to be sleep before that happens." Sylvester said, grabbing Bellamy’s pant leg. He looked dead serious and absolutely desperate.

I made a conscious decision not to follow Bellamy. Not everything Sylvester said sounded like an exaggeration. But Bellamy, ever the optimistic non-believer...

"Aren’t you being too over dramatic. Tristan isn’t even like that. Calm down, would you?" Bellamy chided.

"Bellamy, fuck you. You’ll learn the hard way like I did. In the mean time, the pills. Now..." Sylvester said, eyes completely solid in their florescent white color.

I sucked in a breath between my teeth and took a step back. Due to his playful and carefree nature I often forgot that Sylvester was his own Mafia Boss, and those positions aren’t just handed to you. He was terrifying in his own right. When he bared his fangs however, it was always bone chilling.

"Bellamy you go to Tristan, I’ll take Syl to go get the pills. I know where they are and what they look like. I’ll be fine." I said, trying to defuse the mounting tension. Sylvester looked 5 seconds from ripping Bel’s throat out in irritation.

"Thanks Meyhymn. Sorry for the hassle." Bellamy said, heading for Cole’s room.

"Fucking asshole! You should listen when people are talking to you!" Sylvester yelled at Bellamy’s back.

"It’s fine brother. Let it go. Some people have to learn through practical experience. He’ll regret not listening, and when he does he won’t make the same mistake twice. C’mon let’s hurry to the lab." I said, as I wrapped his left arm over my shoulder and supported his waist.

I wasn’t sure why, but it seemed that Bellamy was willfully ignoring their bond. It might have been intentional or done subconsciously out of self preservation.

Either way I could tell Sylvester wasn’t joking the moment he gripped the railing. As if the rail was the only thing keeping him from going to Tristan. I just hoped the guilt and regret wouldn’t be too hard on Bellamy when the dust settled.

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Cole’s Point Of View

Tristan wasn’t really eating his food. He just kind of pushed it around his plate to make it seem like he was eating. I didn’t know what to talk about, because I could feel his unrelenting grief and his overwhelmingly deep seeded arousal. I was too afraid to look him in the eyes as well.

His eyes were no doubt pleading to be obeyed. It was a strange feeling I’d had ever since I spent the night in Sylvester’s room. I learned firsthand how week I was to them, and how ridiculously sexy he was when he was horny. His pheromones were too overwhelming and the pleasure was so astounding, I lost consciousness in no time.

"Tristan... did Bellamy give you a suppressant?" I asked.

His pheromones were slowly filling the air, and it was becoming harder and harder for me to breathe.

"Yeah... he did but... it was a regular one, and not the ones he made for me..." Tristan said, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable.

I finished eating in silence and then stood up. I could tell he wasn’t going to eat anymore, his body was clearly hungry for something else. I wasn’t much good to him in my current state, I wasn’t even sure I could even half way satisfy him. My leg and abdomen were in constant pain, the pain meds were starting to lose their potency.

"Will you not eat anymore?" I asked, looking at his plate. He had taken 5 bites max, of his food.

"No... I’m not really... hungry." He replied.

His embarrassment was mounting, it was making things so much more tense and awkward. I put our plates on a large tray and set it outside the door. The one good thing about Ferdinand’s house was that Kristi ran a tight ship. She didn’t let meals go uneaten nor did she let dishes go unwashed.

After setting the tray outside the door, I headed for my closet. Tristan hadn’t moved from the table, but that was okay. I walked into my closet and changed into my camo colored pajamas. Then grabbed the emerald set I had picked out for Tristan when buying outfits for us to wear together.

When I walked out of my closet, Tristan had laid his head down on the table. My room smelled of nothing but him now, and my heartbeat quickened.

"Hey Tristan. I grabbed you some PJs too. Will you put them on?" I asked.

He looked up at me with a drowsy smile. His cheeks were a rosy pink, and his eyes were like bright green gems. I immediately forgot that I was supposed to avoid making eye contact and I could feel my pheromones flare in response. The instant erection I received after looking into his eyes was my downfall.

"Cole..." Tristan groaned.

The rosy hue in his cheeks was getting darker. His eyes held me captive and I couldn’t move an inch. It was a feeling similar to the one I got earlier in the arcade. My body wanted to be inside him, at all cost. At the time, my mind could feel and sense his panic and also Ferdinand’s unfettered lust.

"Y-You should change into your pajamas now Tristan. Didn’t you want to see Tahlia after you ate?" I murmured.

I never knew how to treat him in situations like these. I always said I would do whatever he asked of me, but in times like these he seemed to want one thing but say something totally different.

Tristan slowly stood up and began taking off all his clothes, then slowly replaced them with the pajamas I had given him. Through the entire ordeal, he never once broke eye contact with me. It felt like my heart was in my throat.

After he finished getting dressed, he looked down and assessed his outfit and smirked. With the direct eye contact broken I took a step back towards the bed. I was at a complete loss on what to do. I wasn’t even sure if I could be in the same bed with him.

"You really do like the color green. My pajamas match your eyes." He said.

"Yeah, although I’m beginning to think it wasn’t a good idea. Your eyes really contrast with your PJ’s." I said.

It was like they highlighted how bright and green his eyes were. In hindsight seeing him in clothes that I picked out, in my favorite color was the highlight of my week. But looking at him right now made my mind go blank and my head spin.

"Cole... out of all my Alphas, you are the least assertive. Don’t get me wrong, it’s my favorite thing about you. You never push me to do anything that makes me uncomfortable. You don’t make me do or say embarrassing things, and you never act overly sexual towards me. Even when we were held captive, you tried to be the perfect gentleman. I knew then, I would have to cherish you forever." Tristan said, walking toward me slowly.

My legs hit the bed and I realized I couldn’t move backwards anymore. The closer he got, and the longer I made eye contact with him, the more I could feel my pulse in my throbbing erection. My hackles were rising, everything about this situation was dangerous. The words he was saying, the praise he was giving me, the sexual allure of his eyes, the heavy saturation of his pheromones, all of it felt like a dangerous hypnotic drug.

"I promise to cherish you for it later too, but right now... I need you to fuck me, or I’m going to lose my mind. The suppressant isn’t working, and the longer I feel all of my Alpha’s arousal, the less I am able to sleep. And if Ferdinand wakes up before Bellamy can give me another suppressant, then what was the point of knocking him out to begin with?" Tristan said, shoving his hand down my pants and grabbing my cock in a firm grip.

He was the same way last night too. It was really surprising to see, but something in his words started to make sense and I realized what had set him off last night, was Ferdinand masturbating. I swallowed dryly, robbed of speech by the force behind his grip on me.

*Knock... Knock... Knock...*

"Hey Tristan, I couldn’t bring Tahlia because she’s aslee–" Bellamy’s words died in his throat as he walked into my room.

Under normal circumstances I would have liked for him to wait for a response before just walking into my room as he pleased, however he had just potentially saved me from being devoured by Tristan.

"Oh? Bellamy... Tahlia’s sleeping? It’s okay. I can see her tomorrow right? Maybe we can take her out somewhere with the kids too. It should be fine with the amount of people we have now right? Maybe you can take me back to the amusement park Cole." Tristan said.

It would have been fine to have this conversation, if his hand wasn’t still shoved down my pants. Bellamy hadn’t even recovered from his initial shock. To make matters worse, Tristan hadn’t looked in Bellamy’s direction once. In fact he hadn’t stopped looking into my eyes the entire time.

"Tristan... you have to... stop now..." I groaned, grabbing his forearm.

"Hm? Are you going to cum? You can’t yet, so don’t." He replied, squeezing my cock in a vice grip.

"Uhm Tristan? Are you going to be okay?" Bellamy asked.

Finally Tristan stopped his movements and looked in Bellamy’s direction. Bellamy immediately gasped and went ramrod stiff. His eyes began to flicker, and his breathing quickened.

"Bellamy... come here." Tristan said with a smirk.

Bellamy didn’t move a single inch, except the bulge suddenly growing in his pants. Due to the bond, I could feel that he was dying to obey Tristan as much as I was, but we couldn’t in good conscience, give in to the deep seeded lust burning inside of us so readily.

"Bellamy... Come... Here." Tristan said through clenched teeth.

"Hngh! S-Stop Tristan... Please..." I groaned, as he put an insane amount of strength into his grip.

Once Bellamy took that first step towards Tristan, I knew our fate was sealed and there was no going back. Tristan’s pheromones flared to an unholy degree, and I felt my body tremble with anticipation...

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Tristan’s Point Of View

My body was on fire, and I couldn’t reason with sanity anymore. I had tried to eat and act normal, but my arousal was mounting. I realized quickly that what I was hungry for was the man in front of me and not the meal. The problem was that he was the most gentle Alpha among them.

What’s worse was that he was also injured as hell. I initially thought that maybe Cole could just feed me instead, but once his arousal flared and his pheromones answered my body’s call, I knew there was no way I could be satisfied with just that.

So it was a pure stroke of luck that Bellamy had walked in when he did, even more so that Tahlia was asleep now as well. It meant that Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hide had nothing but time. On some level I should have found this whole situation unbearable and wholly embarrassing, but this deep seeded craving for my Alphas was unrelenting. And I only knew of one sure fire way to get rid of it when suppressants weren’t an option.

"Cole, strip." I said into his mouth, as I kissed him deeply.

This time he obeyed without hesitation. Gone was my timid and shy Alpha, and in its place were beautiful lust filled green eyes flickering with light, akin to a thunderstorm. His gaze only incited me further. I pushed him backwards onto the bed. It wasn’t gentle by any means, but I hoped that he would endure it nonetheless.

I turned to face Bellamy and his eyes were a solid bright blood red, his chest falls were rapid and his pheromones were blending with Cole’s beautifully. It’s was intoxicating, and I took many deep breaths trying to burn the scent into my lungs.

"I’m in need of your assistance, my greedy Bellamy. Won’t you help me out?" I asked, grabbing him by the collar and bringing him to my lips.

He didn’t answer in words, but he seized my mouth in an instant, tasting every inch of it before biting my lower lip with a growl. That was enough of an answer for me.

’Well that, and the large bulge in his pants.’

"Bellamy, strip." I commanded, as I removed my pajama pants.

I decided since it was Thursday Bellamy would feed me, and Cole could just enjoy the ride. I climbed onto the bed as Bellamy got undressed, the hesitation leaving his body in ripples as well. Cole tried to sit up, but I immediately pushed him back down by his shoulder, shaking my head. I kissed his lips, then his neck, and finally his bandaged abdomen.

"You were hurt because of me, you endured many hardships because of me. And I seem to always put your back against the wall when it comes to things like this. I apologize, and I want this to be as painless as possible for you. So try not to strain yourself, okay?" I said looking down at Cole. He was sweating and breathing hard.

I instinctively knew that just like last night he would pass out soon. I just hoped he could enjoy it before he got to that point. I straddled his waist with my back to him, as I faced Bellamy who had completely undressed.

"I doubt I’ll ever get used to seeing you naked Bellamy. It should be a sin for sure." I groaned.

"Sylvester was right, you really are dangerously sexy. Your eyes are also hypnotic as hell... it would seem I owe him an apology... you too Tristan... forgive me, I don’t think I can be gentle." Bellamy said, taking my face in both his hands.

"You’re never gentle anyway. Plus gentle is not what I need right now... Hngh... If it were, I would have kicked you out... Ungh... because Cole is gentle enough for the 4 of you... AHH!" I said, slowly inserting Cole inside of me.

"Holy fuck... it feels... incredibly good... inside you... Tristan..." Cole groaned.

Bellamy ran a thumb along my lips before pushing it into my mouth. I savored the taste of his hand as my body savored the feeling of Cole inside me. Bellamy hooked his thumb to my jaw and pushed my mouth open wider, before slowly thrusting his cock into my throat.

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Bellamy’s Point Of View

My mind was completely blown. I was feeling like the biggest horniest idiot of all time. Sylvester had been right, his eyes when he was needy and wanton were a whole different level of seductive. I had watched as they held Cole transfixed and immobile, while Tristan nearly made him cum just by staring into them.

That feeling was slowly overtaking me as I pumped my hips and thrust my cock into his throat. It was taking every ounce of strength I owned not to cum in his mouth right now. His eyes were practically begging me for it. His tongue was slowly and lazily rubbing the underside of my cock every time I withdrew from his throat. All the while he was slamming and grinding himself onto Cole.

"Tristan, you really turn into a greedy wanton vixen when you’re horny. It’s driving me nuts!" I said, slamming my cock deep into his throat.

"Mmm... Ngh... Ungh!"

Even though Tristan told him not to strain himself, Cole was currently thrusting himself into Tristan harder and harder. Each thrust sent my cock deeper into Tristan’s throat. The feeling of his wet, scorching throat constricting around me was enrapturing. The fact that he was staring me dead in the eyes was my undoing.

I began to thrust harder, forcing my cock deeper and deeper, as he openly drooled while accepting everything.

"Fuck Bellamy! He’s squeezing me... too tight now... I’m cumming... FUCK! AHH!" Cole exclaimed.

Tristan slammed himself down as far as he could go, and ground his hips in tandem with my thrusts. Then, he stuck his tongue out as far as it could go allowing my cock to go deeper still. That was the final straw, I immediately ejaculated into his throat. The heady groan he gave, sent me over the edge.

I slowly withdrew my cock from his mouth and he grabbed my cock and began milking every last drop out of me. I watched his eyes flicker as his excitement exploded. My body shuddered in his hands.

I picked him up off Cole’s lap and placed his feet on the ground. I turned his back towards me and began kissing and licking my mark on his left shoulder. His body trembled and his pheromones exploded once again. I grabbed both of his wrists and positioned them on each side of Cole’s hips.

"Tristan, Cole isn’t satisfied yet. You should help him out, no?" I asked.

"Yes..." He replied, breathlessly.

He then set to licking and sucking Cole’s cock into his throat. I, on the other hand forcefully thrust my cock deep inside of him, grabbing his hips and slamming him into me with greater momentum.

"AHHH! S-So... full... Ungh!" He moaned.

"You’re not nearly finished yet." I groaned, as I pushed his head back down onto Cole’s cock. The immediate tightness around me was the best.

"Don’t stop Tristan. Take him deeper into your throat!" I groaned, thrusting harder in turn.

Squeezing his nipples as he sucked Cole’s cock also had the same effect. His hole coiled around me so tight I nearly ejaculated again.

"Ugh! T-Tristan... that feels... so amazing... k-keep going!" Cole said, grabbing Tristan’s head and slamming him down harder onto his cock, while simultaneously thrusting his hips upward. He was now sitting on his knees, and looking Tristan in his eyes with every thrust.

I could feel Tristan’s insides twitch and coil around me rapidly, and I knew he was going to cum soon.

"Mmm... yes... it’s fine. Cum for your Alphas Tristan. I’m going to fuck you regardless." I said, thrusting harder and deeper into him.

"Hngh! UNGH! Mmm.... Shit! Ugh..." Tristan moaned, as he ejaculated hard.

When he ejaculated, his pheromones became overwhelming. I was struggling to breathe, and I felt my blood heat up.

"AHH! W-W-Wait Tristan... calm down... it’s too much!" Cole wheezed.

Tristan never relented. Not with his pheromones and certainly not with his body. It was only making me thrust harder. My own body was now becoming unsatisfied. I wasn’t deep enough.

I lifted his left leg and positioned myself to thrust into him deeper. The instant I thrust into him in this new position, his hole squeezed me so hard I thought for sure he was going to break my cock off.

"AHHHH! FUCK! Yes, Bellamy don’t stop!" He moaned.

"Nobody told you to remove his cock from your mouth Tristan." I said, pushing his mouth back onto Cole and holding him there. Cole began to thrust with wanton abandon, and soon enough Tristan was constricting around me rapidly once again.

"Hngh... Tristan... I’m cumming... stop spreading... your pheromones... so thickly... AHH!" Cole groaned breathlessly.

In response, Tristan’s pheromones became worse. They were so incredibly dense and heavy, that Cole immediately collapsed backwards. He laid motionless in an uncomfortable position but his chest falls were even. I realized then that he had indeed passed out.

I slowly withdrew from Tristan again, and he immediately began to whine.

"B-Bellamy... it’s not... enough..." He said, turning to me and running his tongue up my throat.

"I know... give me a second... I have to take care of your other Alpha, okay?" I asked.

He sat on the bed pouting. I could feel my pulse quicken. My body refused to let him go unsatisfied for long. I could feel the hunger burning my throat. I picked up Cole and helped him under his cover and looked back at Tristan.

His eyes were pulsing. They were so vibrant, they robbed me of speech. I was helpless, as Tristan took me into his mouth again, his eyes holding me transfixed in his gaze. Then, Tristan stopped and laid on his back. My cock twitched at the sensual invitation. The sexual intent behind his eyes was devastating.

"Spread your legs further apart." I groaned.

In response, he brought his knees up to his chest, and then spread his knees as far as his shoulders. As he did so, he locked eyes with me once again, then licked his lips seductively.

I thrust into him without any hesitation, the tightness of his hole was divine. His wanton sexual prowess dug its claws into me, and there was no way I was breaking free from them, I didn’t even want to.

"AHH! S-So deep... Ungh... yes!"

"You’re squeezing me so hard Tristan. Do you want me to cum inside you that badly?" I chuckled.

In response, Tristan wrapped his legs around my waist, and beckoned me to come closer with a seductive finger and a smirk.

"Fuck me harder, Bellamy. It’s not enough." He whispered into my ear. "AHH! Y-You got... so much... bigger... Hngh!"

I could feel my lust for him explode out of proportion. I began pumping my hips wildly, each thrust becoming more erratic than the last. The squeezing of his walls began to get more and more tight.

"Cum for me Tristan. I will give you my all." I moaned.

I took him by the neck and pushed my cock as deep as it could go.

"AHHH! Yes! Fuck, yes!"

I didn’t know how the night was going to end, and ultimately it didn’t matter. We would no doubt exceed the 5 hour limitation and then some. I just hoped I didn’t pass out tonight.