Runaway Omega
Chapter 77 - - 77 The Final Night (Part 3)

Chapter 77: Chapter - 77 The Final Night (Part 3)

Ferdinand’s Point Of View

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Tristan had once again injected the entire pink syringe into him. His pheromones were permeating my room so completely that could I no longer smell anything else. Tristan looked at me with such a fierce possessive gaze, that I felt my heartbeat quicken and my body heat up indescribably fast.

"Sylvester... it’s your turn now... Cole...? What would you like to do?" Tristan asked, stilll looking directly at me.

"Do as you please... I can tell you want more... I’m content... just being by your side." Cole replied, his breathing ragged.

"Hmm...? But you can still feed me, right?" Tristan said, sitting up to look at Cole.

"If that’s what you want... then yes... I can..." He replied.

"Then feed me Cole. I want you to..." Tristan said with a smirk.

"Well, now I’m getting jealous..." Bellamy sighed.

"Oh? Is that so? But this way, you and Ferdinand can have me all to yourselves, no?" Tristan asked with a pout.

That shut down Bellamy’s futile opposition in an instant. He let out a heavy sigh and glanced at Sylvester, then Cole, and then finally at Tristan.

"More of your ’fairness is only fair’ shit, right?" He mumbled.

"Hahaha... Mmm, something like that..." Tristan chuckled.

Tristan then got onto all fours, and crawled toward me and Bellamy. He reached me first and steadily crawled up my chest. Then, he gripped my jaw in a tight hold, and kissed me deeply. His taste was so sweet, it sent me reeling. He ran his left hand up and into my hair and deepened the kiss further. I became completely undone.

"Haaah... your tongue ring is still sexy as hell..." He moaned, breathlessly.

I was so engulfed in his taste and scent, that I couldn’t even formulate a reply. Tristan gave me a sensually mischievous smirk, then turned toward Bellamy.

"Bring your lips to mine, my Greedy Alpha..." Tristan murmured.

Bellamy didn’t even hesitate. He immediately seized Tristan’s mouth in a fierce kiss, and Tristan moaned helplessly into it.

"You taste ridiculously sweet, Tristan." Bellamy murmured, as he released him.

"Thanks for being so patient, Bel..." Tristan moaned.

He then looked back at Sylvester, and without another word, Sylvester gripped Tristan by the waist and pulled him back towards him.

"You done being a giant tease?" Sylvester asked teasingly.

"Hm...? I could tease you more you know...?" Tristan replied with a grin.

"No, you cannot." Sylvester said, before slamming Tristan down onto his readied cock.

"Ungh!... S-So... mean..." Tristan moaned.

"And it’s all... your... fault..." Sylvester replied, positioning Tristan in front of Cole, and forcing his torso to the bed.

"AAHHH... Fuuck!" Tristan cried out.

"Just how strong do you think your pheromones are right now? I’m going to frikkin lose my mind!" Sylvester groaned, slamming into Tristan forcefully.

"Ungh!... I-I’m not... Hngh... sorry!" Tristan groaned into the sheets, as he gripped them tightly.

"That’s... Painfully... Obvious!" Sylvester replied, not easing up at all.

Tristan slowly looked up towards Cole, and smiled softly. The entire scene was insanely arousing, and the seductive look in Tristan’s eyes, only made my cock throb harder.

"Feed me... Cole..." He murmured softly.

Cole could do nothing but nod repeatedly. He then inched closer, and slid his cock into Tristan’s open mouth. Sylvester sucked in a sharp breath, and began to grind his cock deep into Tristan.

"It seriously feels incredible... inside you, Tristan..." Sylvester groaned.

It was clear that he was trying his damnedest not to cum too soon. A fact made blatantly clear by the stern look on his face, and his tightly clenched jaw.

"Tristan... your pheromones... really are... too much..." Cole groaned, feverishly.

The only response Cole received, was the quickened pace with which Tristan began to consume him. Cole let out a deep groan, and threw his head back at the onslaught of pleasure he was no doubt feeling.

"You just can’t help... but make us jealous... huh Tristan...? If you squeeze me any tighter... I’m going to cum..." Sylvester said on a painful groan.

Tristan must have obviously taken that as a challenge, because Sylvester’s eyes widened and he let out a fierce curse. Cole then forced Tristan’s head down onto his cock completely, and sighed deeply.

"I’m cumming... Tristan..." He groaned, as he tightened his grip in Tristan’s hair.

Tristan accepted everything readily, and his pheromones flared hard, once again. I was becoming increasingly dizzy just breathing them in, and I couldn’t be the only one feeling that way.

Cole began to sway uneasily, as Tristan finally released him with a heady groan. Bellamy caught him effortlessly, and looked at Cole with concern.

"T-Too... strong..." Cole murmured, before loosing consciousness.

Tristan looked up at Cole, and his eyes were awash in remorse. I couldn’t be sure if he was feeling guilty about using the whole pink injection, or if he was regretting making Cole pass out. It seemed that he couldn’t wholeheartedly apologize to Cole, and maybe that’s what he was feeling remorseful about.

"It’s fine, Tristan. It’s not like he will love you any less..." Bellamy said, clearly sensing Tristan’s feelings as well.

"Yeah... He didn’t hold any resentment for you... just focus on feeling good..." Sylvester said, slamming into him and grinding into him deeply.

Bellamy picked Cole up and moved him to the other side of the bed, then covered him with a blanket. I could understand why Cole had been against the pink syringe from the beginning. He really had passed out, the moment Tristan’s pheromones had gotten stronger.

"UNGH! S-Stop... D-Doing... that!" Tristan cried, as Sylvester began to forcefully ram himself into Tristan and grind his cock deep inside him repeatedly.

"I told you... to... Focus!" Sylvester all but growled.

"AUGH! O-Okay... okay!" Tristan cried, as he once again gripped the sheets.

Sylvester’s thrusts became relentless, but he kept a steady pace, seemingly content to prolong Tristan’s arousal. Tristan’s pheromones were growing steadily the longer it went on, and Sylvester’s eyes began to glow a pure florescent white.

Tristan began to bite down on the sheets, seemingly trying to muffle his moans. Sylvester noticed this and gripped a handful of Tristan’s hair, then wrenched his head back and off of the bed.

"AAHHH! Fuuck!" Tristan cried, his cheeks were a rosy pink with tears streaming down them.

"You can moan as loud as you want, Tristan. It only turns me on more..." Sylvester groaned into his ear.

"I’m... cumming..." Tristan cried, as he squeezed his eyes shut tight.

"Fuck! So... ridiculously... tight!" Sylvester groaned, seizing Tristan by the throat and slamming into him faster.

True to his word, Tristan began to cum, hard.

His whole body trembled violently, as he withstood Sylvester’s relentlessly powerful thrusts.

"I’m going to cum too, Tristan. Accept everything inside you..." Sylvester moaned, before he bit Tristan on his right shoulder, directly over his mating mark.

"ACK!... AAAHHHH!" Tristan cried out, as his eyes flew open and he began to cum again.

Sylvester released his bite and slowly licked his mark, while simultaneously grinding deep inside Tristan. Once Sylvester released Tristan’s throat, Tristan slumped forward onto the bed, breathing heavily.

Sylvester’s eyes began to dim, and he slowly withdrew himself from Tristan’s body. It seemed he had finally come back to his senses. Tristan let out a shuddering groan and collapsed completely onto the bed. Bellamy knelt down in front of Tristan, meeting his unfocused gaze.

"Well then Tristan, in the spirit of fairness, I’ll let you choose the order." Bellamy said, teasingly.

"O-Order... for what?" Tristan replied, trying to catch his breath.

"Who do you want to enter you next, of course." Bellamy said, smiling mischievously.

"Ungh... I’m going to need... a minute... I can’t... move..." He groaned.

"You don’t necessarily have to move. We can do it for you." Bellamy grinned.

"Hngh... A-Are you... mad at me... Bellamy? Y-You seem... hostile..." Tristan murmured weakly.

"Why would I be mad? I just patiently waited for my turn, just as you asked..." Bellamy replied with a sinister smirk.

"Haaah... So, you are... mad..." Tristan sighed.

"I’m not, I’m not... I’m just a bit jealous, is all..." Bellamy retorted.

He really did seem to be upset, and completely past his limit. It didn’t seem like he was going to give Tristan his reprieve at all.

"If you don’t choose, does that mean I can choose for you?" Bellamy asked.

"Oh, I see... it’s Mr. Hyde now, isn’t it? You’re being really mean right now... I must have pushed you past your limits, huh?" Tristan said, rolling over onto his back.

"I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want the chance to enjoy my sexy mate, like everyone else." Bellamy replied, giving Tristan a kiss.

"Well... I don’t care about the order... my body feels really weird right now... you and Ferdinand can choose amongst yourselves. I feel like my sanity is hanging on by a thread." Tristan murmured.

Bellamy looked back at me with an insanely cynical smile. I didn’t really care what order we went in either. I was going to enjoy Tristan either way.

"You can choose, Bel." I shrugged.

His grin grew even wider, before he swooped down and kissed Tristan again, this time was much more forceful.

"Break time is over Tristan." Bellamy winked, as he slid Tristan to the edge of the bed.

Tristan’s torso was practically hanging off the edge of the bed. Sylvester and I shared a confused look, as Bellamy climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself between Tristan’s thighs. Tristan also glanced up at Bellamy, in confusion.

"Well then Tristan, are you ready?" Bellamy asked.

He didn’t actually give Tristan time to respond, he just immediately slammed home deep into Tristan, right after his question.

’Haaah... He really is... a total sadist...’