Turning his attention back to Jamie, Killian cupped his face, tilting it a little, telegraphing his movement as he pressed their lips together. Soft, at first, letting both of them get used to the idea of Jamie kissing someone that wasn’t Randy.
He pulled away, a breath of space, and kissed Jamie again and again, letting the Omega set the pace. Killian opened his mouth as Jamie’s tongue darted out, everything turning wet. Jamie let out a slight, startled noise as the kiss deepened, turning filthy for a moment before they broke away for good.
Killian opened his eyes, not having realised he’d closed them, head reeling a little. Damn, that had been good—not too wet, but slow and intense.
He looked at Randy, not knowing what to expect, but the Alpha was utterly indecipherable. Even his scent was a confused mess, the spice of arousal and acidity of anger mixing oddly.
“Okay?” Killian asked Randy lowly.
Randy nodded.
“You can say no, obviously, but can I kiss you?” Killian didn’t know if Randy was into Alphas, but this would go a lot smoother if there was chemistry between them, too.
Randy seemed surprised, as if it hadn’t even crossed his mind that there might be any contact between them. He nodded slowly after a moment, though, and Jamie shifted back, letting Killian lean over him to tangle his hand in Randy’s hair.
Randy didn’t flinch, eyes determined and dark, surprising Killian with how slow the kiss turned out to be. It was Randy that caught Killian’s lips, not quite taking control but not giving much up, either. Even when Killian let his mouth fall open, the kiss remained shallow, a tease, making Killian lean forwards just so he could taste a little bit more.
Killian was panting when they finally parted, Jamie flushed and wide-eyed between them.
“Oh,” the Omega said softly, and a thrill went through Killian.
It’d been a while since he felt like this—the performance gone, leaving just him, a little desperate, a little lost in it.
Jamie raised his hand tentatively. “Can I?”
Killian startled a little. “Huh?”
“Can I scent you?”
“Oh. Yeah.” Killian tilted his head back, baring his neck.
Randy took in a sharp breath, and Killian looked at him even as Jamie traced the column of Killian’s neck, following the movement with his lips. He glanced over Killian’s scent gland, making his eyes flutter closed.
“Fuck,” Randy’s voice said, and then there was a mouth on Killian’s, Randy’s heavy hand on his face, tilting him so Jamie had even more access.
Killian melted into it. Into being caught between the two of them, scents thickening—even Jamie’s, the fresh breeze of him bursting to life.
Fuck, he was getting hard in his jeans, which was ridiculous to do from just a kiss. He moaned as Randy bit into his bottom lip, Jamie dragging his tongue against his scent gland, making Killian shudder.
It was as if the noise broke the spell between them, pulling them apart panting.
Killian shook his head a little, trying to clear it from the vapour of heat and want that had taken over.
“Well,” Jamie started with a laugh, “I don’t think chemistry is gonna be a problem.”
“Uh, yeah. No,” Killian agreed with a snort.
They both turned towards Randy, his red face and spit-shiny lips. Killian felt a bolt of lust go through him, and judging by the noise that escaped Jamie, he’d had a similar reaction.
Killian sat back, giving them some space, but nothing more than a heated look passed between them.
“Okay, well…I think this is gonna work,” Killian said.
Jamie and Randy nodded.
“So, uhm. You guys good for today? I mean, you paid for an hour…”
Jamie shook his head. “We’re good.”
“Okay, well. What time next Tuesday?”
“Uhm, seven?” Jamie suggested.
“That should work. And then…if all goes well, you want four days straight?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. I’ll figure out a payment that would be fair, if that’s okay.”
“Oh, yeah. We, uhm. We have quite a bit of money saved up—that sounds bad, what I meant is—”
“I get you. I won’t be shy with the offer, but I’m not gonna fleece you, either.”
The corner of Randy’s mouth ticked up. “And we appreciate that.”
They all looked at each other for a long moment before Killian smiled and stood up. “Well, this was fun. See you Tuesday, huh?”
“We’ll walk you out,” Randy said, and they all traipsed to the front door.
Killian slid his feet into his shoes. “Okay, well. Have a good week.”
“Yeah, you too,” Jamie said softly.
There was another moment, tension strung tight between the three of them, before Killian turned away and left, heart pounding in his ears.
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