Page 110 of Laurels and Liquor

Lex pulls out with a light chuckle, and as Rhett licks me clean and sits up on his knees, I twist to look at her. She’s grinning like the cat that got the canary, the sparkle in her hazel eyes making my stomach flip with a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. But I don’t get to question her, as Rhett grabs my hips and manhandles me onto all fours, pushing his entire cock into me in one smooth motion. I’m still sensitive, and the pleasure of his deep, slow thrusts is almost too good, making me see stars with each brush of the head over my prostate.

“Take my knot, baby girl. Just like that, fuck yes!” Mateo shouts.

I look up and find that I’m perfectly positioned to watch as his knot slips inside of Lydia’s waiting channel, making her cry out again. Mateo grabs hold of her left wrist, bringing it to his mouth and biting down hard. She gasps, eyes flying open to stare at the ceiling, face breaking out into a wild, almost manic smile. Mateo licks at his bite, her blood smeared around his mouth like war paint, moaning and sighing.

“Yes, oh, God, Matty—you’re—I can—” Lydia squeaks, a tear sliding down her cheek.

“I know, baby girl. I feel it, too. I’m here,” Mateo soothes.

I sigh in relief, even as Rhett’s purr rumbles through me like thunder. It’s working. Lex moves behind Lydia and tips her forward, lining her strap-on up with Lydia’s peachy ass. Our omega is limp and come-drunk, resting her head on Mateo’s chest as Lex fucks her deep. Rhett matches her pace, and I grunt with each hard thrust. Lydia’s emerald eyes meet mine, and she smiles, reaching out with her other hand toward me. I try to reach for her, but Rhett has me too far. I stretch, but Rhett growls.

“Sir, she needs me,” I pant, grunting against the pain of his fingers digging into my hips.

Rhett’s rhythm falters for a moment, and he sucks in a sharp breath. Moments later, he releases me, and I crawl over to Lydia’s side, threading our fingers together while using my other hand to push some of her hair from her face. I’m partially prone, and Mateo’s hand brushes idly against my bicep, so light, I’m not even sure he knows he’s doing it. But my attention is fixed on our omega, and the vulnerable smile pulling at her lips.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? You okay?” I push, concern filling me.

She shakes her head, squeezing my hand twice. “Just want you close, too,” she whispers.

My heart skips a beat, and my face heats with an honest-to-God blush at the raw emotion in her eyes. Rhett moves behind me again, leaning over me to kiss Lydia’s forehead. She preens and hums her delight at his attention, and I can’t help but smile. He tilts her chin and claims her mouth with his, even as one of his hands glides over my back and around my stomach. He purrs as he reaches his destination, stroking my half-hard cock. I hiss, still a little sensitive from my earlier climax.

“Such a good girl, taking your Domina’s cock in your pretty little ass,” Mateo purrs.

“Thank you, Daddy. You both feel so good,” Lydia replies, closing her eyes and arching as Lex adjusts her angle slightly.

“Does my greedy girl want more?” Mateo prompts, his hand drifting away from my arm until he finds Rhett’s rock-hard length.

“Yes, Daddy. Can I come, Domina, please?” Lydia says, breaking off with a moan.

“Hold it just a minute for me, my love. Stay right there,” Lex grunts, pushing deep and grinding.

Mateo and Lydia both moan, and he thrusts up again, as well. His knot hasn’t deflated, so he’s barely able to circle his hips. Lydia’s eyes pop open before sliding closed again, and I can see her shaking.

“Be good and take care of our beta, sweet girl. Then you can come,” Rhett prompts, resting his chin on my shoulder.

Lydia looks up at him, then at me, and she squeezes my hand twice in question. I don’t know how, but I’m suddenly aching again at the idea of Lydia’s mouth on me. I return her question with confirmation, and she sits up slightly. Rhett guides my cock to her waiting mouth, and I sigh, resting my head on Rhett’s shoulder as she works up and down my shaft. Her tongue dances along every vein, swirling around my head and even dipping into my slit to taste me. Her moans and whimpers send goosebumps over my body, and I do my best to not thrust down her throat before she’s ready.

“Yes, fuck, yes, I’m going to come,” Lex pants, pushing as deep as she can without knotting and grinding her hips in rapid circles.

“Can you take it, baby? Can you take two knots?” Mateo asks, kissing Lydia’s breasts as they swing above his face.

Lydia moans and nods, thrusting back onto Lex and Mateo as she chases her pleasure. Rhett groans, grinding against my ass, his pre-cum sticky against my skin. I tilt my hips, and he gets the silent message, sliding back inside of me with a soft sigh. I’ve never felt more connected with my pack, all of us touching, panting, sweating, and on the edge of bliss. One of Mateo’s hands is between my legs, alternating between playing with my balls and Rhett’s. Lex’s nails find my arm and scratch long lines down my skin. Rhett pounds hard, careful not to force my cock down Lydia’s throat, not that it matters. She swallows me all the way down, and the vibrations of her muffled screams are almost more than I can handle.

Lex’s release sets off a chain reaction. She pushes her knot into Lydia’s ass, making them both scream, which sends me barreling over the edge, and I drag Rhett with me. Lex’s teeth clamp down on the side of Lydia’s throat at the same moment Rhett’s teeth find our bond mark, and with a flash of pain, his knot slips past the clenching ring of muscle stretched around his thick length. The world tilts as a flood of emotions fills my chest, and I nearly sob as I taste dark chocolate and wine together again. Rhett releases me a moment later, and reaches down to Lydia, shifting us both forward so I can support her chest as he bites her bicep, directly over his original mating mark.

And then, to my shock, Lydia lifts our intertwined hands, and bites the webbing between my thumb and pointer finger. I know it won’t do anything, but the gesture, the symbolism of her claiming bite, fills my heart with joy until it leaks from my eyes. She lets go and cleans her bite with little kitten licks before looking up at me.

“Mine,” she says deliberately.

“Yours,” Mateo sighs, head thumping back to the mattress.

“Yours,” Rhett and Lex echo in unison.

I swallow, continuing to hold eye contact with Lydia. There’s a fire in her gaze, and her love comes across the reforming bonds like an inferno. She loves me, and needs me just as much as she needs the rest of our pack. She couldn’t have done this without me. These thoughts and more are suddenly irrefutable truths in my soul. I nod and give her a wide, genuine smile as I lean my forehead against hers.

“Yours,” I say, meaning it with my whole heart.

Chapter fifty-nine

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