Page 109 of Laurels and Liquor

I nod frantically, the primal part of my mind screaming in enthusiastic agreement. I’m pulled back from the edge again, and Rhett’s strikes are harder this time, but my brain can’t separate the ache in my ass from the ache in my core. Empty, so empty.

“Please, Domina, please,” I practically sob as the pleasure starts again.

“Your body isn’t ready for us, baby girl,” Mateo chides, his stern disappointment like an ice spike through my heart.

This time, instead of the paddle, Rhett’s fingers slide into my aching pussy, thrusting up hard and fast, but he withdraws before I can orgasm, and I feel the tears leaking from my eyes and sliding down my face.

Two squeezes on my left hand. I return the gesture, even as my body shakes and my head falls back. I can feel my bonds stretching out into the darkness, warmth filling me as the overwhelming demand for my body’s submission crashes down. They don’t have to speak their wish, but there’s a small part of my mind still fighting.

“More,” I gasp, my half-lidded eyes staring at the ceiling.

The paddle again, then the vibrator. Over and over, the pleasure curling tighter, with no release in sight. But I can hardly feel it. I’m starting to float, and I try to let myself go, to sink into that place where I’m only a vessel for sensation, but something is keeping me tethered to the ground.

“Omega, let go. Give in and give us what we need,” Rhett rasps in my ear, his true alpha bark shaking me to my bones.

Heat flares in my belly, but I whimper, flinching back from it. Primal fear overwhelms my senses, but I do my best to push past it, focusing on the scents of my alphas. The love I can feel surrounding me, even without the bonds.

“You can do it, baby girl. Just let go.”

Mateo’s bark isn’t as strong without the use of my designation, but the fire under my skin grows hotter all the same. The vibrator returns, and I can feel myself dripping onto the mattress, my pussy clenching on nothing. The familiar ache builds, and I try to reach for it, but it remains just out of reach. I sob, shaking and panting.

“Obey, my sweet omega. Be our good girl, and let go,” Lex orders, the power of her true alpha bark pushing everything else aside except for my primal drives and urges.

Sweat covers my skin, the pressure of the ropes digging in, adding that extra layer of pain and pleasure wrapped in one. Fingers fill my pussy, even pressing against my rear entrance, stretching me out. The command is there, so close I can taste it like ambrosia from the gods. I’m on the edge of the cliff, a sea of fire below me. But my mind won’t let me fall. I can’t do this.

“I’m here, sweetheart. It’s okay,” Lucas whispers in my ear.

Cool, crisp, sweet. A breath of fresh air. A breeze at my back. My safety. My lifeline.

I close my eyes, seeing the waves of flame and sparks in my mind’s eye. I squeeze my left hand twice and then I tumble forward, arms spread wide.

Chapter fifty-eight

Lucas

ThemomentLydiafallsinto her heat, the air around us becomes saturated with lilacs and honey, sweet and floral and delicious. My mouth waters and I move in as close as I can, kissing the skin between the intricate weave of emerald green rope Rhett twisted around her upper body. She whines, leaning into me, her hand still clutching mine, almost painfully hard. But I don’t let go, not for a moment. Lex stands from her stool, shedding her robe to leave her in nothing but her skin before climbing into Lydia’s nest and prowling toward us.

“Fuck, yes,” Mateo sighs, words rumbling with a purr and a growl all in one.

Rhett has emergency shears in his hands, cutting away ropes until Lydia is free, limp and utterly pliant to Mateo’s touch. He pulls Lydia toward him, his lips capturing hers with a hunger I’d felt building over the last several minutes. I want to go with them, but Rhett takes my chin in his hand, pulling my attention back to him.

“I need you, pet. Please,” Rhett begs, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed.

I nod, swallowing hard. There’s a little tug in my chest, but I can’t tell who it’s coming from with emotions running so high. I toss my shirt aside, and shuck my jeans with a little twinge of protest from my ribs. I’ll probably be feeling the full effects of the ass-kicking I got tomorrow, but for now, the pain only makes my throbbing cock twitch. Rhett undresses with haste, and then he’s on me, arms around my chest and waist, mouth on mine. God, he tastes amazing, the burn of whiskey on my tongue, a perfect counterpoint to the sweetness in the air. His cock is leaking as he ruts against me, and I reach down to grip both of our cocks together, spreading our pre-cum as we grind against one another. I moan as slick fingers probe at my tight entrance, smelling Lex moments later as she curls against my back.

“You did so good for us, such a good boy. That’s it, work yourself open for your sir. You’ve earned it,” Lex praises, nibbling on my ear as she works.

I can feel her relief and love through our bond, like a warm fire chasing away the chill of doubt that lingered all the way from The Garden. The hard part is over, and by the sounds of it, Lydia is getting the relief she needs as she bounces on Mateo’s cock. I glance over for a moment, but then get lost in the beauty of the two of them together.

Mateo is on his back, Lydia riding him hard and fast. He has a fistful of her hair, pulling hard enough to make her arch nearly in half backwards as he thrusts up, slamming into her over and over. Her breasts bounce heavily, her nipples peaked and jutting out, just begging to be sucked. And her face is the picture of bliss, eyes unfocused as she stares up, too lost in her pleasure to mask. The wet sounds of their bodies coming together, her cries of ecstasy as she shatters from the pleasure, gushing all over Mateo’s stomach might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

I let out a curse as my hand is knocked aside and lips close around my cock at the same time as another slides with ease into my ass. I look down and see Rhett sucking my dick like his life depends on it, looking up at me with enough reverence in his icy eyes to knock the wind out of me. That is, to knock whatever wind is left as Lex thrusts up hard into me, perfectly angled to hit my sweet spot with each roll of her perfect hips.

“I love you,” Lex moans as she pulls my hair, angling my chest for better leverage.

“Oh, fuck! I love you, too. Jesus Christ, that’s—” I choke out a moan as Rhett takes my cock all the way down his throat, swallowing around me.

The warm slide of his tongue as he pulls back before diving down again makes my eyes roll back into my head and my toes curl. Lex’s nails dig into my chest, clinging to me as she fucks me deep. I don’t know what to do with my hands, or any other part of me. I try to find some sort of rhythm, but it’s too much, too fast. Rhett looks up at me as he takes me all the way again, his blue eyes ablaze with lust and unshaking love. My heart jumps around my ribcage, but then drops to my belly as Lex bites my neck, over her mating mark. I can’t hold back, and I don’t get a chance to warn them as my spine tingles and I shoot my cum down Rhett’s eager throat. But he doesn’t balk or complain, only moans as he swallows every last drop.

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