Page 68 of Laurels and Liquor

I look up to see Rhett tossing Lex something, though it’s hard to tell exactly what it is in the darkness. Moonlight filters through the frosted windows, and I realize the boys are awake. Lucas lay draped over Rhett’s lap, mouth full of our alpha, one of his hands wrapped around Mateo’s cock, pumping slowly. I moan in appreciation, but it turns into a whine as Lex’s fingers slide free, and I’m left empty again.

But then I’m thoroughly distracted as Lucas shifts onto his hands and knees, Rhett rising up behind him with a bottle in his hand. Lucas groans as Rhett inserts two lubed fingers into his ass, but the noise is cut off as Mateo brings Lucas’s head down and begins to fuck his throat. I flush and stare, mouth agape. Rays of silver paint their flexing muscles, all shiny with sweat, and they look almost like marble statues of Greek gods, caught in this moment of primal delight. I crawl toward them, needing to touch, to lick, to bite any part of them I can reach. I only make it to the edge of the mattress before firm hands catch my hips and hold me still.

“You can watch our boys play, but your cunt is mine, Omega,” Lex growls, nails digging into the soft curve of my waist.

I nod, entranced by the vision before me. Mateo looks down at me, and our eyes connect, heat blazing between us. He slows his hips, each movement deliberate and sensuous. He’s putting on a show for me, and the performance captures me entirely. Lucas moans loudly, the wet sounds of his mouth obscene in the best way, and Mateo purrs in approval.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. You’ll get your turn to choke on my cock soon enough,” Mateo coos, pushing Lucas’s head down sharply, making him gag for a moment before it’s replaced with a muffled curse.

I drag my eyes down Lucas’s body, the colors of his tattoos muted in the moonlight, but no less beautiful. His cock hangs heavy and leaking between his legs, bouncing slightly as Rhett pushes his hand into his ass over and over. The rippling muscles make me clench and whimper, and I want to touch them, taste them, join them. I want Lucas to fuck me as he’s being fucked, and we can share Mateo’s cock, taking turns sucking him deep, just as he likes.

But I lose all sense of reality as the thick head of Lex’s strap-on cock breaches me for the first time. It’s bigger than the one she used on me at Wickland House, or any of the toys she’s used on me since, but my God, it feels good. It fills me in a way I didn’t know I needed, the silicone soft and so realistic that I don’t know if I could tell it apart from Rhett’s or Mateo’s if I were blindfolded. Once she’s deep enough for the head to push on my cervix, Lex lets go and pounds into me with hard, sharp thrusts that I can feel all the way in my diaphragm.

Lucas locks eyes with me, shifting slightly toward me as Rhett lines up his cock. Mateo sits back and strokes himself as he watches, purring long and low in his chest with primal satisfaction. Lucas’s eyes are a bright spot in the darkness, his mouth pulling into a perfect ‘O’ as Rhett fucks into him slow and deep. The world falls away, and I reach out a hand to lace our fingers together.

“I love you, Lucas,” I whisper, giving in to the urge to speak the words aloud.

“Love you, too, sweetheart. Are you going to be able to hold out?” he replies softly.

I gasp as Lex brings her palm down on my ass, the sting of it adding to the roiling pit of liquid fire on the edges of my senses. It’s creeping higher and higher, dulling pain and heightening pleasure and desire. I haven’t felt like this in years, but I know the signs well enough. I can fight it for a little longer, but very soon, I’ll be fully in the throes of my heat. But I have to hold off for one last task, and then I can fall and let my pack get me through. I nod and gasp as Lex spanks me again and again, her growl and purr mixing constantly now.

Lucas sets his jaw and turns back to look at Rhett. “I need to be closer,” he says simply.

There’s a moment's silent exchange, and I have enough brain space left to wonder if they are speaking without words across their new bond. But Lex grabs me by my hair, and I lose myself as my orgasm finally crests, a slow thing that goes straight through me, building that strange feeling in my core, the one that wants to reach out and latch on to the alpha fucking me like the world is ending.

“Alpha, please,” I whimper, trying to purr but failing as my arms shake and I struggle to hold myself back from falling.

“Take my fucking cock, Omega. You’re mine, and you’ll take my knot in this tight hole, take my mark like the good little girl you fucking are,” Lex snarls, words vibrating with her alpha bark.

Shaking my head, I clear my throat and reach blindly for Lucas. I can feel the call, the tether reaching out from the primal part of my mind toward Lex, demanding I obey. But I can’t. Not when Lucas still needs me to focus. And then he’s there, my beta and his clean cotton smell, soothing me and our alpha, tempering the burning in my soul long enough for me to focus and find my purr.

“Yes, Alpha. We’re yours. Give your omega your knot, and your beta you mark,” I murmur, low and soothing.

Lucas’s arms support my upper body, and I lean my damp forehead against his chest, feeling his heart beating wildly against me. He tucks me in close, shifting to put himself between me and Lex, but she growls dangerously.

“Mine. Move, now,” Lex snaps, a true alpha bark aimed at Lucas.

“I’m yours, Alexandra St. Clair, and—”

“My omega, not yours,” she cuts in, barking again.

“I’m yours, Alpha. Show me with your knot, make me yours. Make Lucas yours,” I push, purring harder even as my body goes into overload, orgasm almost constant now.

Lucas’s soothing pheromones grow stronger, and I sigh, relaxing into his hold, closing my eyes to focus on my purr. Another set of hands is there, petting my hair, stroking my back. Lex’s vicious snarl at the newcomer is met by another alpha’s growl, and I recognize it as Mateo.

“Lucas has been patient with you long enough. You want to mark him, don’t you, princess? Or are you scared?” Mateo taunts.

I look up at him, confusion cutting through the haze of sex in the air, and Lex goes still. The cramps start almost immediately, the pain flaring as I feel the madness pulling at me, growing harder to resist with each passing heartbeat. The world is fading in and out, and it takes everything in me to focus on my purr, on pushing the bonding instinct from me to Lucas so he can finally have what he’s been waiting three years to have.

“Lucas, I—no, I need—Lydia needs—”

“I’m okay, Alpha. Lucas needs his alpha,” I whisper, words thinning, even to my own ears.

“Knot her, and claim me, Lex. Please,” Lucas says, transferring my weight to Mateo as he approaches Lex.

I whimper, rocking back onto her cock without fully meaning to. But I need something to fill this ache inside of me, and it only fades when there’s pleasure to replace it. I lose track of time for a moment, and I’m not even sure how or why, but stars burst behind my eyes as Lex’s knot finally slides into place and locks inside of me.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Mateo whispers reverently.

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