Page 67 of Lavender and Lightning

“Yeah, probably. But this is worth whatever that knothead can come up with.”

I laugh again, only to scream when Lucas’s hips snap forward hard enough to shake the table. My nails drag down his arms, leaving red marks, but neither of us care. We breathe hard, faces pressed close as we hold eye contact. Each heartbeat brings me closer to the edge.

″Do you feel how hard you make me, sweetheart? You wreck me,” Lucas whispers.

I whimper, nodding as I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking back as best as I can. He sits back, grasping my calves to bring them up onto his shoulders. The new angle allows him to reach even deeper, and I whine his name as he pounds into me over and over. I teeter right on the edge of release, and Lucas holds me there, dangling on the precipice of ecstasy.

″I want to come so bad for you, Lydia. Please, please come with me,” Lucas begs, his head falling back as his hips lose their steady rhythm.

Hearing how overcome he is, the desperation in his voice does something to my heart. I gasp as the table shakes and let go. I fall over into pure pleasure, my orgasm like molten lava as it spreads through my veins. My toes curl and my back bows, nearly lifting my torso off the surface. Lucas grunts and moans with abandon as my walls milk him to his own release. I feel the hot gush of his spend, and Lucas slows his thrusts to draw out our pleasure. Only when I put a hand on his arm and whimper does he finally stop, his cock still hard for the moment. The only sound in the workshop for a long time is our breathing as we collect ourselves.

″Wow,” I puff out on an exhale.

Lucas chuckles and finally withdraws his softening cock. There’s a familiar drip of our combined release as my pussy flutters, and I feel my face heat even as my stomach clenches. Lucas finds a clean rag and wipes me up before helping me sit up on the edge of the table.

″So shall we go make sure our alpha isn’t feeling too left out?” Lucas asks with a fake sigh.

I giggle. “We have to apologize somehow.”

Lucas hums in mock thought before nodding. I blink as he quickly sheds the remainder of his clothes before extending a hand toward me. I take it and hop down, letting him lace his fingers through mine before he leads me through the door to find Rhett.

Hopefully, no one can stay mad at their naked partners for long.

twenty-nine

Lydia

Lucasleadsmeupthe stairs, and my stomach flutters with sudden nerves. In the moment, talking back had seemed like a good idea, but now that I’m about to face the consequences, I’m not as sure. As we step into the kitchen, I wrap my free arm around my middle, my entire body warm with a blush. I can't take my eyes off my feet, my shoulders hunching forward.

“Hey, you okay?” Lucas whispers, coming to a sudden stop.

I look up at the question, finding Lucas standing with his back to the sitting area, close enough to block everything except his face from my view. His brow is pulled low, and his mouth is a serious frown. The hand not holding mine comes up to cup my jaw.

“I’ll deal with Rhett if you want me to. You don’t have to do this,” he continues, voice low enough not to carry.

I blink, taken aback by the sudden shift in his mood from playful to dead serious. “We don’t even know what’s going to happen,” I mutter, not sure what else to say.

“You just look really nervous, sweetheart. If this is too much—”

Smiling softly, I shake my head. His concern for me softens my heart, and I lean into his touch. “Just… we’re walking around naked. I don’t usually do stuff like this,” I admit, wrapping my arm a little tighter around my stomach pooch, fingers digging into the stretch marks on my sides.

Lucas glances down and smirks as his eyes slowly come back up to meet mine. “Feel free to do it more, if you’re so inclined. I won’t complain,” he purrs.

I blush hotter, not able to meet his eye for an entirely different reason. I’m about to respond when Rhett clears his throat loudly and pointedly from the sitting room. Lucas rolls his eyes and gives me a last smirk before turning around and continuing into the sitting room.

“Do you need a lozenge?” Lucas drawls, taking two long strides before vaulting over the back of the sectional.

I look over and find Rhett’s icy gaze locked on me as he lounges on the part of the sectional nearest to the picture window. He’s changed out of sweats and into black slacks and a gunmetal gray button-down with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. One of his arms is stretched over the back of the sectional, his legs spread wide. He looks like a golden Viking warrior, dangerous even while at rest. He’s holding a crystal glass of amber liquor, and he takes a slow sip as he brazenly rakes his eyes up and down my body.

“So, what’s it going to be? The thumb biter? The rack? Are you going to have us drawn and quartered?” Lucas starts, getting increasingly more dramatic as he speaks.

Rhett spares him a glance, but looks back to me before crooking a single finger, beckoning me forward silently. I scurry to obey, moving to stand in front of him with my head bowed.

“Are you going to apologize now, or do I have to pull it out of you?” he asks calmly.

“What for? We didn’t break any of your rules,” Lucas replies before I can answer.

I look over to find him stretched out, practically begging for someone to paint him like one of their French girls. My stomach clenches as I notice his cock is back to half-hardness, the size impressive even at this stage.

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