To download the chapter:
Mobi and Epub formats available here!
Bonus Chapters!
Chapter 1: Jag And Niall Visit Their Brothers
All told, being a dad wasn’t quite as exhausting as Niall expected it to be. Jag helped a lot with Cora. They took turns waking up at night, and Niall took cat naps through the day, when Cora was napping too.
He knew he was extremely lucky, especially whenever he and Jag visited their brothers’ family.
“Niall!” Evan looked up from where he was slumped against the couch, two babies in his arms.
Evan looked exhausted, and so did Landon and Troy.
“I’m jealous,” Landon said, staring dazedly at Niall. “You’re so… perky.”
Evan, Landon, and Troy all had eyebags. Troy was holding one of the other babies, and five-year-old Zeke was flying a toy airplane around the living room.
“We’ll help while we’re here,” Jag said generously. He really meant himself, but said ‘we’ so Niall would feel included, too.
Niall suspected that Jag brought him to their brothers’ place every week just to show him how easy their lives were, with just one baby. And he understood, he really did. But during the moments when none of the babies were crying, he kind of wanted more babies, too. Being around so many helped—maybe Jag also knew that.
“I can hold a couple of them,” Niall offered.
Evan brightened. He got Niall on the couch and set his son and daughter on Niall’s lap. Jag came over to add Cora to the baby pile. Troy placed his baby on Niall’s other side—four of them at the same time!—and Jag stood back to quickly take a picture, before the babies started to cry or squirm.
He showed Niall the picture. “Looking great, sweetheart.”
Niall admired the babies surrounding him, smiling helplessly. Jag took another picture of him.
When Niall glanced back at his alpha, he found Jag with his gaze all soft. His heart skipped.
Jag crowded close and pressed a kiss to his lips, letting Niall spend a few more moments with all the babies. Evan and Landon slipped away to catch a quick break. Troy watched them leave.
“Do you ever get jealous?” Niall asked Troy, curious. “When they do things without you?”
Troy shook his head. “I get plenty of time with each of them. Well, less so now that we have the babies. But we make sure to spend enough time between ourselves to keep the relationship going.”
“Are you writing a book with three main characters next?” Jag asked, scooping Cora up so he could sit next to Niall.
“Maybe one day,” Niall said. “I need to wrap my mind around it. It’s like… instead of a relationship between two people, I’d be writing three relationships between three people. That’s a really long book.”
Troy snorted. “Yeah, with extra words thrown in if you consider that Evan and I didn’t start off on the right foot, and Landon and I had history together.”
It sounded like a challenge, but a fun challenge. Niall looked at the babies weighing down his arms, then at Jag, who grinned.
“I’ll send that all to you in a text,” Jag said, reading Niall’s mind perfectly.
“Thank you.” Niall’s heart swelled.
Jag kissed him again, then pulled out his phone to work on the text.
“You’re welcome to ask more questions,” Troy offered, scooping his baby back into his arms.
Jag smirked. “Even the sex stuff?”
“You don’t mind Niall knowing details about our sex life?” Troy grinned back. “You’re both welcome to watch, too.”
Niall’s brain broke a little, when he imagined writing three people having sex. “I—I feel like I should watch. For actual research. But Evan… I don’t know. That’d be weird.”
Troy shrugged. “Emmy’s seen us having sex.”
“Emmy!?” Niall’s eyes almost fell out of his head.
“Yeah. He had his Dumpster Omega friends over in his backyard for an afternoon of fun. We didn’t share, just fucked next to each other. He gave us a special drawing after that, with three cocks entwined together like tentacles.” Troy nodded at a framed drawing on the wall.
Gods only knew what Emmy would do for Niall, when Niall finally got Emmy’s book published. He exchanged a look with Jag, who laughed.
“We’ll frame whatever Emmy gives you,” Jag said.
“Oh, gods,” Niall muttered. “It should go in the back of the closet.”
“I’m sure it’ll be good,” Jag replied.
Niall wasn’t holding his breath on it.
Chapter 2: MMM+MM (Too Many M’s)
“This is the one time my mittens are actually not for my hands,” Niall mumbled as they walked up to the mansion’s double doors.
They’d gotten babysitters—Cora with Olson and Rex, their nephews and niece with Jag’s Brothers. It was very rare that all five of them had the same night off.
“I’m gonna cover my eyes.”
“I thought we’re here for research,” Jag said dryly.
“You can be my eyeballs!” Niall narrowed his eyes when Jag chuckled. “Are you really okay with seeing Troy’s naked body?”
Jag shrugged. “I’ve killed people. In the grand scheme of things, seeing my brother get off with his bondmates is… not the most objectionable.”
“I guess that’s true.”
Niall had been trying to wrap his mind around this. Watching his brother and in-laws wasn’t his first choice—but he’d committed to writing a book with two alphas and one omega, and the book needed a sex scene that he couldn’t quite find in porn.
Troy, Evan, and Landon had agreed to help with his research. Niall had sent them the scene beforehand so they all knew what they’d be investigating tonight.
“Snacks?” Troy asked when he opened the front door.
“We just had a light dinner,” Jag began to say.
“It’s mushroom-flavored chips,” Evan called from somewhere in the mansion. “Sure you don’t want some?”
“Dammit,” Niall whined. “How did you find mushroom-flavored chips?”
“Specialty grocery store.” Troy ushered them in. He was wearing a fluffy bathrobe; so were Evan and Landon, who were standing around the dining table feeding each other more chips. “Hey, don’t finish it all before our guests have tried some.”
“Saved some for you,” Evan said. He handed them a plate piled high with chips; Jag took it and pulled Niall against his chest, feeding him one. It was crispy and savory, and Niall moaned.
“We’ve read the scene,” Troy said mildly, sipping from a glass of wine. “It’s very creative.”
“I can’t wait to try it,” Landon agreed.
“I gotta say, this feels kind of weird—mainly because you’ve never wanted to hear us before,” Evan said to Niall.
Niall waved his mittened hands. “I brought this to hide my eyes.”
Evan rolled his eyes. “Then what’s the point of the research?!”
“Jag can watch it for me. Or… Well, I’ll just use it to hide you.”
Evan snorted.
Troy took Landon’s other side and held his glass to Landon’s lips, offering him a sip. Landon swallowed. Except Troy pulled the glass away while Landon was still drinking, so wine spilled down Landon’s lips and chin, dripping onto the floor.
“Ah, you’re making a mess,” Evan murmured. He crowded Landon against Troy and tipped Landon’s face up, licking up the trail of wine—from Landon’s chin to his lips, before pushing into his mouth in a slow thrust. Troy slipped his hands between them, slowly pulling open Landon’s robes, spreading the fabric to expose his body. Then he opened Evan’s robes, too, and pushed Landon up against Evan.
Between them, Landon’s robes fell to the floor in a rustle. His alphas caged him in, their hands wandering all over his body—over his chest and belly, down to his cock and ass.
It was kind of hot, even if Niall’s brother was one of them.
“What do you think?” Jag whispered in Niall’s ear. “I noticed you’ve forgotten to hide your eyes.”
“Um.”
Troy was sucking on Landon’s ear. And he had a large hand around Evan’s cock, tugging on him, rubbing Evan’s cock back and forth against Landon’s front.
It was… different, watching this in person. Knowing that it wasn’t porn, that it was something real between three people who genuinely loved each other.
“Do we look like that when we have sex?” Niall whispered.
Jag smiled. “Like what?”
“Like… it’s hot.”
“Probably. We should get a mirror so you can see for yourself. But I know you make me hot, just like Landon makes his alphas hot. We could set up a camera, too, film ourselves. I would love to see, close up, the way your hole stretches around me.”
Niall gulped, heat pooling between his legs. Jag pressed his hand against Niall’s chest and stroked down, tucking his fingers into Niall’s pants.
Feet away, Troy had lost his robe, too. He was grinding his cock against Landon’s back, his lips sealed around Landon’s scent gland. Landon was leaking all over Evan’s thigh, rocking back and forth like he couldn’t decide which alpha he wanted to touch more.
“So hard for us,” Evan murmured, cupping Landon’s cock and squeezing. Landon gasped, then gasped again when Troy slid his fingers between Landon’s cheeks, sliding them down to rub his hole.
“So wet for us,” Troy added, pushing his fingers in. “Landon opens so easily for me. Hot and tight inside. You should get your fingers in him, too.”
Evan groaned and reached around, pushing his fingers into Landon alongside Troy’s.
Landon’s chest heaved. Troy and Evan exchanged smirks, their forearms flexing as they began to finger Landon roughly, until Landon panted and whined between them, his entire body trembling.
“I’m gonna—” Landon hissed, clutching at Evan.
“Don’t come yet,” Troy said mildly. And he fingered Landon harder.
Landon moaned against Evan’s neck . “C-can’t hold—”
“Try harder not to come,” Evan said, grinning, even as his fingering turned ruthless. “I know it’s been a while since you had both of us inside your pretty hole.”
And Evan closed his hand around Landon’s cock, tugging on him.
Landon came with a curse, his spine arching, his come shooting all over Evan’s cock.
“Beautiful,” Troy murmured. He leaned over Landon and slanted his lips over Evan’s, kissing him slow and filthy. Evan groaned and shoved his tongue into Troy’s mouth.
Niall jerked when Jag closed his hand around his cock, squeezing him.
“Made you hard, hmm?” Jag whispered, circling Niall’s tip with his thumb.
“Why am I this hard watching them?” Niall whined.
“Because it is really fucking hot.” Jag closed his mouth around the scent gland on Niall’s neck and sucked; pleasure shot through Niall’s body.
“On your knees, Landon,” Troy said.
Evan and Troy helped Landon to his knees. Evan produced a cushion for him, and Troy buried his fingers in Landon’s hair, pushing him forward onto Evan’s cock.
“Clean off your come,” Troy said.
Landon began licking Evan; Evan fucked slow and deep into his mouth. Troy pushed his cock against the side of Landon’s neck, rubbing his scent into Landon’s skin. He smeared his precome along Landon’s jaw, pressing so close that Landon was trapped between their cocks.
This wasn’t following Niall’s scene exactly, but Niall didn’t care—it was far and away hotter than anything he’d planned for his book.
Troy thrust his cock against the back of Landon’s head, through his hair. Evan rubbed his all over Landon’s face, then angled his hips so his cock ground against Troy’s, Landon’s saliva smearing between them.
Jag pushed his other hand down the back of Niall’s pants, rubbing his hole. Niall waited for him to push inside, except Jag only swirled his fingertips around his entrance, never breaching his body.
“Jag,” Niall whined.
“This is research,” Jag said, nodding at their brothers. “We’re supposed to be watching them.”
“I want to come.”
“You’ll get to come,” Jag murmured, sucking on Niall’s earlobe. “When I decide you can.”
Niall whimpered. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”
“Don’t lie. You know this was a fucking amazing idea.” Jag dragged his fingertips over Niall’s hole. “Watch.”
Evan had lost his robe by the time Niall looked back. He was crouching under the dining table, Landon bent over on the table right above Evan, his cock inches away from Evan’s lips. Troy pinned Landon down, knocking Landon’s legs wider open, until Landon’s cock, balls, and hole were all completely exposed.
Niall paid full attention. This was the scene he couldn’t find any material on—especially when Evan grasped Landon’s cheeks and pried them apart, holding him open for Troy.
“Spread enough for you, Troy?” Evan asked.
“Spread him more,” Troy growled.
Landon whimpered, squirming under Troy, his cock hard and dripping again.
Instead of grasping Landon’s cheeks or legs, Evan pushed his fingers into Landon’s hole, two from each hand, prying his omega open. “What about now?”
“Mmm. Fuck, yeah.” Troy rubbed his fingers over Landon’s stretched opening, pushing multiple fingers in. “Just enough for my cock.”
He tapped his cock against Landon’s cheeks, then smacked it heavily against Landon’s hole, hitting Evan’s fingers, too. And he pushed his cock into Landon, giving him several inches all at once.
Landon wheezed, clutching at the table as he came hard all over Evan’s face.
“Fuck. Landon just came. A lot,” Evan groaned, closing his mouth around Landon’s cock. He took Landon all the way down, and Troy began fucking Landon into Evan’s mouth, hard strokes that had Landon crying out and gasping.
Niall didn’t even realize he was panting. Or that his pants were open, shoved down to his thighs, his cock jutting out of his briefs. Jag pushed his fingers into Niall’s hole, three of them at once. Niall shuddered, his precome shooting onto the floor.
“You want to be stretched like that, don’t you?” Jag murmured, his fingers skimming over Niall’s prostate. “You want to be held open and fucked good and hard. I can do that. Pin you up against the wall and open you with my fingers and cock.”
Niall almost came. “I need your cock.”
“Mmm.” Jag kissed his neck. “Nah, you need to keep watching them. Can’t have you missing a single moment. We want the book to be accurate. And so hot that you burn yourself reading it.”
Niall whimpered but made himself keep watching. “It’s going to make me come.”
“I’m not stopping you.” Jag held Niall’s cock loosely, avoiding Niall’s prostate with his fingers. He ground his bare cock against Niall’s back, tucking his nose against Niall’s scent gland.
At the dining table, Troy hiked Landon’s hips up to change his angle, pounding deep inside. Landon writhed. Evan was pumping himself, bobbing his head on Landon’s cock. Landon sobbed, his spine bowing again as Troy held him down and fucked him into another orgasm.
Niall hurt, he was so hard. But he couldn’t stop watching as Evan sucked down every last drop of Landon’s come, before pulling away.
“I need to be inside Landon,” Evan said, his cock thick and red.
“He’s snug around me, but he’ll fit you as well,” Troy murmured, his strokes slowing down, getting longer. He pulled out and left Landon slumped against the dining table; Evan stood up and squeezed Troy’s cock before pushing his fingers into Landon’s stretched hole. Evan wiped his omega’s slick onto his cock, before leaning over Landon and kissing his shoulder.
“You came so much, babe. So sweet for me.” And he pushed his entire cock into Landon, so Landon’s breath rushed out of him. “Yeah, that’s it. Take my cock. Fuck, you’re trying to suck my come out of me.”
Evan thrust hard into Landon, his balls tapping against Landon’s taint. Landon whimpered and spread his legs. Troy let Evan have Landon for a while, before grabbing Evan’s ass.
“Let me in.”
Evan lifted one foot onto the dining table, so there was space between his legs for Troy to access Landon’s ass. Troy crowded close and pushed his fingers into Landon’s hole, alongside Evan’s cock, adding more and more fingers until Landon was stretched enough to take two alpha cocks.
“Want your cock in here with me,” Evan said. “C’mon, Troy.”
“Yeah.” Troy pushed Evan forward and fitted himself into the hollow of Evan’s leg, pulling out his fingers and pushing his own cock into Landon’s ass, forcing him to stretch around both Evan and himself. Landon cried out, spasming as he came hard.
Jag had to move Niall to a better spot to see the way they penetrated Landon.
“See how he’s stretched around their cocks?” Jag whispered in his ear. “Pounding against his prostate on every stroke. He’s gonna come a few times like that.”
Niall trembled, his cock hurting with how hard he was. He couldn’t stop watching the way Landon’s alphas claimed him, both of them moving with different rhythms. Sometimes they both thrust in at the same time, and Landon came from that, too.
Landon came so many times that Niall’s balls ached, needing release. He whimpered and pawed at Jag’s arms, until Jag finally took pity on him and shoved him hard against a wall, slamming his cock into Niall’s hole.
Niall came with a scream. Jag lifted him off his feet and started a vicious rhythm, his breath hot in Niall’s ear.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take my big cock. It’s gonna fill you with so much come. Breed you good and deep.”
Niall wasn’t even done coming, but his balls writhed again, ready for another release. Jag kept fucking against his prostate; he dragged Niall down his cock and thrust all the way in, until Niall’s eyes rolled back and he came all over the wall, multiple times.
Vaguely, he was aware of Jag snarling, Jag’s thrusts turning short and desperate, his cock swelling right before he unloaded inside Niall.
Jag pressed kisses all over Niall’s neck, pulling him away from the wall. Then he wrapped a shirt around Niall’s hips and turned him back to face the room.
Landon was unconscious in Jag’s arms, Evan straightening their clothes.
“This was the most fun we’ve had in a while,” Evan said. “Even if it was kind of weird with you guys watching.”
“We enjoyed it.” Jag shrugged.
“It went better than I anticipated,” Troy said.
“We’ll probably never talk about this ever again,” Niall said groggily.
“Until the next time we need research,” Jag amended.
“We’ll volunteer for the next round, too,” Troy said, glancing at Evan and Landon.
Evan looked at Niall. “You’re not traumatized?”
Niall searched for discordant feelings in himself. “No, I’m not.”
He knew what real trauma was. Tonight was weird, but not bad at all. It was nice to see how well his brother fit in with his bondmates.
“Okay,” Evan said, still watching Niall for any sign of discomfort.
“Of course, you can buy Niall’s book when it’s out,” Jag said proudly.
“You’ll have to sign it for us,” Troy said.
Niall nodded. “I will.”
“I can’t wait for the next time we do research,” Jag whispered to Niall on their way back to the truck. “You should’ve seen how wet you got.”
Niall flushed. “Is that a bad thing?”
“How is that bad, when it gets you begging for my cock?” Jag grinned. “Next time, we’ll do a video recording. And we’ll watch it again when we get home.”
Niall groaned. “This is not turning into a kink.”
“I think you have a kink for watching omegas being fucked and imagining yourself in their shoes,” Jag said dryly. “I don’t mind. I like that it makes you so horny for me.”
Niall watched Jag, but Jag only smiled as they drove home.
Well, maybe. Maybe Jag was right, or maybe he wasn’t. But Jag accepted Niall no matter what, and that was really all that mattered in the end.
Chapter 3: Emmy Asks Niall For Book Help
“Niall!” Emmy sidled up to Niall at the Wine Shack, where Niall was editing his book on his laptop. Jag was in the back parking lot with his Brothers in another training session with Rex, and Cora was in a sling, wrapped up snugly against Niall’s chest.
Niall saved his manuscript and looked up. “Hey, Emmy.”
Emmy dropped a thick stack of papers on Niall’s table. “I need help. I’m gonna publish a book!”
“699 Pickup Lines, right?”
“For Your Wriggly Heart Muffin!” Emmy puffed out his chest, then sagged. “I don’t know what to do. I have three hundred pickup lines, but what happens when I’m done?”
Niall moved his laptop aside, scooping Emmy’s papers closer. There were a ton of pickup lines scribbled on the backs of Emmy’s order pads, and various random sheets of paper Emmy had scrounged from somewhere. “Well, first, I think you need to get these typed up into a word document. Then you’ll need an editor for when you’re done, and a book cover for the ebook and paperback. I’ll help.”
Publishing houses probably wouldn’t take a chance on Emmy’s weird pickup lines—he’d have to publish them himself. Which Niall was familiar with, so it wasn’t so bad.
Emmy’s eyes grew round. “You’re the best! I’ll make you a thousand butt blessings. I’ll write you a butt song. I’ll sing it for you!”
“No, no, you really don’t have to. I just want to see your book do well.”
Emmy beamed and threw his arms around Niall and Cora. “Are we gonna be famous?”
“I don’t know,” Niall said honestly. “But we can try.”
“What do I do first?”
“Well, first, tell me if you want these pickup lines in any particular order. I can probably get them typed with speech-to-text, unless you want to do that on your phone and email it to me.”
“I’ll type them on my fancy phone,” Emmy said eagerly. “What about the book cover?”
“I know a few omegas in Meadowfall who do design work. I’ll ask them.”
“I think Murphy-Murph wants to be a graphic designer! I’ll ask him too.”
Niall grinned. “Looks like we have a plan.”
***
Emmy’s friend Murphy did his book cover. It was extremely pink, with a cute font and additions that were very obviously not Murphy’s handiwork.
In large letters, the cover read:
699 Pickup Lines
And in a smaller, fun font:
For Your Wriggly Heart Muffin
“You’re calling yourself Dicky Mems?” Niall asked in surprise.
“It’s my ghost name,” Emmy said proudly.
Below the author name:
P.S. Guaranteed to work!!!!!!
Niall laughed. “I like it.”
“When can we get it published?” Emmy asked.
“After you finish all your lines, and we get the book edited. We have five hundred pickup lines now, right? Just a couple hundred more.”
“I want to give everyone who buys it a free butt blessing,” Emmy said.
“I’m sure you can fit it in somewhere. Maybe a page that they can cut out. With two butt blessings on it; one for them, and one for a friend.”
“That’s an amazing idea!” Emmy looked so gleeful, Niall was worried he might faint.
He couldn’t wait for Emmy to hold his very first book in his hands—Niall knew that feeling. And he wanted it for Emmy, too.
“Soon,” Niall said.
***
“Ty! Ty!” Emmy yelled, bouncing unsteadily through the parking lot to the coffee shop where they always met. “I published my book!”
Tyson Barnacle was an alpha slightly older than Emmy; they’d met at a funeral. He perked up, dressed in his usual Hawaiian shirt, board shorts, and sunglasses. “You got a dance move to go with it?”
“Yeah!” Emmy did his interpretation of a wriggly heart muffin. Tyson replied with his own dance move: a ripple that went from one arm, across his shoulders, to his other arm, with his head rolling madly.
Emmy thrust the book at him. “Look!”
Tyson flipped through it, reading the first few pages. “Wow. This is great!” And a thoughtful look crossed his face. “You know, I might know some people who would really like to buy this.”
“They can buy it from here!” Emmy turned the book around to show Tyson the QR code on the back. “That’s where I’m selling it! This copy is for you. I signed it!”
“Cool, thanks!” Tyson grinned and finished his coffee, tucking the book under his arm. “Well, I gotta get going. Plenty of people to show your new book to.”
“There’s free butt blessings in there too!” Emmy said. “On the last page! They even come with instructions.”
Tyson checked the last page, his eyebrows jumping. Then he cackled. “I’ll be sure to let my friends know.”
He gave one of his strange, cool salutes, and walked away.
Emmy turned momentarily when a bird flapped its wings. When he looked back a second later, Tyson had completely disappeared, with only a trail of sparkles where he’d been.
***
“Niall! Niall-cupcakes!” Emmy popped up next to Niall at his Wine Shack booth, waving a bright pink sheet of paper. “I have a present for you!”
“What is it?” Niall asked warily.
“I sold my first book!!” Emmy beamed. “And I made you this.”
He set the sheet in front of Niall: unlike Emmy’s butt blessings, this was a much larger drawing: of a very large cock, and… a cartoon ghost emerging from its slit.
“That’s…” Niall didn’t know what to say.
“It’s when you jizz your brains out, but your soul comes out instead of your brain!” Emmy wriggled his eyebrows. “You can write that in a book!”
“It sounds like a horror story,” Niall said. But he nodded anyway, because one day it very well might turn into a book. “I’ll dedicate it to you if I ever write it.”
“Yesss!” Emmy beamed and did a strange dance. “Do you want more butt blessings? More? I can draw you another!”
“No, no, this is plenty,” Niall said hurriedly, tucking the drawing into his bag. Jag would get a good laugh out of it. “Maybe you should start working on your next book.”
Emmy’s eyes grew round. Niall didn’t even want to know what he had in mind, because six hundred and ninety nine pickup lines had been… way too much. “I’ll write the next book now,” Emmy declared.
“Happy writing!” Niall said. And he shook his head, wondering what new horrors Emmy would unleash next.
–
If you haven’t read The Feral Alpha, grab it here!
https://mybook.to/FeralAlpha
If you’d like to read Troy, Evan, and Landon’s book, grab it here:
https://mybook.to/TwoDaddiesOneOmega