Page 130 of Lavender and Honey

“It’s okay, let go for us.” His words send me over the edge. My hips buck as my climax tears through me with a small moan that sounds more like a dying cat then the porno movie moans.

Lucian gave my still trembling flesh one more languid lick before he lifts his head with a groan to give me a sexy smirk as he snakes back up my body to capture my lips in another heated kiss.

I can taste myself on his tongue and it makes my head fuzzy—and when I reach for Lucian's sleep pants with impatient fingers, he has them undone in seconds. His arousal juts eagerly toward me; I slide a hand around it, marveling at the mix of power and vulnerability in his expression when I tighten my grip.He’s long and thick, everything a proper alpha should be. His tip is red and dripping pre cum. I want to taste it, to see if he’s salty or sweet. I give an exploratively stroke, using his precum as lube, I marvel as he pants and whimpers out my name.

“Lydia, gods…” The thrill of power I get as I move my hand harder and faster is almost addicting. The mighty alpha is a panting mess whimpering out my name like I’m his last prayer.

“Such a mean little omega you are.” Elias words are whispered, a light scolding that holds no bite. In fact his chin is resting on my shoulder watching me jerk off our alpha, his own hot hard dick is pressing into my backside. His hands are resting on my hips, his grip firm but not uncomfortable. Using my hips as leverage he rolls my hips making me grind into him.

I feel my insides clench with need as he throbs against me, one hand is still pull and dragging along Lucian’s hot throbbing length. The other is palming his balls, heavy and thick with seed. It makes my omega instincts flare to life and I need him, them in me.

“Please?” I don’t even have to say what I want, they just know. Lucian places a hand on mine making it pause mid stroke. His eyes are damn near glowing as he steps closer to the side table and opens a drawer pulling out a condom. I’m shocked by the level of disappointment that fills me. My omega instincts are begging for him to do me raw, to fill me with his cum.

It must have showed on my face, he came back towards us, concern in his eyes. “If you want to stop we can.” Instantly he goes from a sex god to caring boyfriend? Lover? I don’t even know what word to use. Right now I need him and Elias inside me in some shape or way or I’m going to go crazy.

“Don’t you even think about stopping.” The words would have sounded better if they weren’t so breathy and airy.

“As you wish.” Elias pressed a kiss to my neck as he gently urged me onto the floor in front of the couch. I easily settle onto my hands and knees, facing Elias as he sits against the front of the couch with me between his legs.

I can feel Lucian step up behind me, his body heat making me shiver as my gaze locks on Elias’ hot hard length. It's right infront of me throbbing and leaking pre cum. Lowering my upper body I take him in my mouth, groaning as Lucian gently runs a hand down my curved back stopping to palm my backside. Spreading his hand on one cheek he lets his thumb brush against my puckered hole while his other hand aligns himself with my dripping entrance.

With a groan he fills me inch by slow inch from behind. I moan loudly around Elias’ hard cock at the exquisite stretch, the perfect pressure of it.

His fingers dig into my hip as his thrusts speed up, moving with the soft bobbing of my head. Elias’ hand tangles in my hair pulling tight, encouraging me as I suck and lick. Popping off with a gasp, I use my hand to pump and work him while moaning as the alpha behind me speeds up slamming harder and harder into me. Each thrust takes my breath.

I barely have time to think or feel, just heat and pressure and overwhelming pleasure. My body started to tingle with the build up of orgasmic bliss.

“Touch me!” I gasp, disjointed but knowing they will understand.

Elias’s fingers slip down my jerking form rolling and rubbing my clit. The feeling of both of them inside me is enough to make me see white as my insides grip Lucian’s hard deep thrust with a vice like grip.

“Fuck! Lydia!” he hits that sweet spot inside me again and again as I ride out another orgasm, milking him for all he’s worth.I could feel his knot start to form as he thrusts into me harder. With one final hard stroke, he practically growls out my name as he pulls out as his knot expands fully and releases on me.

I’m not sure if its Elias or me at this point but we are both moaning out each others’ names at the same time. He pulses hotly spilling over my fist and onto his stomach as my ownclimax tapers off leaving me a shaking trembly mess with his length throbbing in front of me, still rock hard.

Lucian moves, taking me with him as he prepositions us, Elias pulls away as well before coming back with towels and damp wash cloths—pressing soft sweet kisses that seem at odds with what we just did but making it feel sweeter as I try to catch my breath.

Chapter Seventy-Four

Morning presses down like a warm weight, Lucian's arm across my chest, Elias's body curving into mine. It's indulgent, lazy. Sunlight strains through the curtains, and I let myself breathe it in. The nest of blankets, the scattered pillows—it all smells like sex and like them and like the new life I'm not sure I deserve. I could sink into it forever, hide here, pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist. I almost do, sleep dragging me under like a rip current, but then a jarring sound cuts through the silence and shocks me awake.

It's not my phone. Mine’s set to vibrate—barely a murmur—and tucked deep in the pile of clothes we peeled off last night. This is loud and piercing, invading the comfortable cocoon we've wrapped ourselves in. I tense, and Lucian shifts slightly, his arm heavy across my body.

We're sprawled in the living room nest, a sea of bedding beneath us. Their breathing is deep and steady beside me, neither of them stirred by the sudden noise. It's only me, mysenses attuned for the unexpected, always. I look at them, marveling at the way they can just be, at how they seem to know they’re safe, even in sleep. I used to envy that about them.

My eyes travel over Elias first, his hair catching the morning light, lashes feathered against his cheeks. He’s nestled close, one leg draped over mine, his body a comfortable, trusting weight. I'm struck again by the ease of it all.

It seems unreal that they want this—want me—in the middle of their lives. I was a stray before, skittish and unsure, never pausing long enough for anyone to really see me. But they took me in, made me feel like part of them. It terrifies me how quickly I've come to rely on it, how much I need what they give so freely.

I curl closer, pressing into the heat of them, letting myself drift on the edges of sleep again. The sound recedes, but it’s still there, a warning at the edges. There's a moment where I forget everything else, the press of Elias's skin on mine and Lucian's arm heavy across me lulling me into another world. A world that seems possible now, maybe even within reach.

It doesn’t take long to remember the night—what we did, how it felt, the way I surrendered myself to this, to them. It's all sharp and fresh, without regret. I feel warm all over at the thought, embarrassed and proud and utterly open, like they’ve unwrapped something deep inside me. I didn’t know I had that kind of need until I let it show, let them see me like this. Elias murmured sweet things in my ear, his voice soft and grounding, while Lucian laughed against my skin, wicked and sure. They were all around me, all inside me.

My pulse quickens at the memory, and I want to wake them, to pick up where we left off. But this quiet, stolen time feels precious, too. I'm greedy for it, for every part of them I can have.

The sound jars again, reminding me that I can't have everything, not all at once. It comes from the kitchen, far enough away that it seems to belong to another world. It breaks thesilence over and over, relentless, refusing to let me forget that something outside this room, this moment, is clawing its way in.

Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away, and we can have a little longer like this. Maybe I don’t have to leave this nest we've made. I close my eyes and let the warmth wash over me, but it’s no use. The ringing seeps in, poisoning the peace we've built, until it’s all I can hear. They haven’t even moved yet. How is it possible to sleep through this? I sigh, wondering if I should try to wake one of them or just give in and get up myself. I’m so tired of being the one who always hears the danger first, always has to figure out how to deal with it.

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