Page 67 of Laurels and Liquor

Mine. Claim. Bite. Mate. Claim. Mine. Omega. Mine.

“Alpha, I’m here. My pussy is so wet for you, and I can’t stop coming all over your thick cock. Please give me your knot. I need it so bad.”

Lydia’s voice has an otherworldly hum to it, and my mind goes blank for a moment, and then the primal part of me lunges forward, latching onto her command. My omega needs her alpha, needs a knot. My hips slam forward over and over, harder and faster, until my spine tingles and my balls ache and pull up. I push forward one more time, my knot slipping inside of her channel with almost no resistance before it swells and locks in place. I roar my release as my whole body comes alive with pleasure, nerves firing and wires crossing as load after load of my cum fills my omega’s pussy. My knot pulses and throbs in time with my racing heart, and I go a little lightheaded for a moment before the instincts are back.

Claim. Mate. Mine. Omega. Claim.

“Your mate is here, Alpha. Look at him.”

Lydia’s purr rattles my bones and I obey, looking up into my beta’s eyes. He leans in, and he smells so good, like graham crackers and honey and sugar and smoke. My teeth throb with a dull pain, and I gather him in my arms. Yes, he’s mine, too. I need to claim him.

“You are mine, Rhett Cooper, and I’m yours,” Lucas whispers, bending his head back to expose the long, pale line of his throat.

I strike before I’m fully aware of what I’m doing, my teeth digging deep into the flesh of his throat. I clamp down hard, until my mouth fills with fluid, sweet and sharp, but absolutely delicious. After swallowing a few mouthfuls, I pull away to lick at the wound. Over and over, I whisper to him, affirming the connection between us. And I can feel it, like threads weaving together, twisting around and around until a thread becomes a braid, and the braid becomes a rope, and that rope becomes a line, an anchoring tether so real that I expect to see a physical thing between us when I pull away to look at his face.

The first little tug from the other side makes me gasp, and I pitch forward slightly before catching myself. Light, bubbly amusement fills my chest, and I know instinctively that it’s not mine. There’s another little pulse in my chest, warm and comforting. Love. I send the feeling back, and Lucas smiles brighter than all the stars in the galaxy.

“I feel you,” he breathes, touching his chest.

My lower lip wavers as I nod. I’m so full of emotion, so overwhelmed by everything that’s happened today, and it starts to crash down on me. My chest struggles to expand, and I fight to breathe, panic on the edges of my senses. But then there’s Lucas, smoothing away my raw edges and filling me with comfort. A tear slides down my face, happiness filling me nearly to the brim. Lucas moves off of Lydia, and I look down at her again. She’s smiling, blissed out in her own way. I lean forward to bite her too, but she puts a hand to my mouth, stopping me.

“Lucas first,” she whispers, words slurring together slightly.

I nod and sit back slightly. She wants to make sure Lucas gets his bonds first, and a burst of affection spreads through me, enhancing my own awe for the kind omega in my arms. My knot has deflated enough for me to slip free, so I collapse down at her side, gathering her to my chest and kissing her everywhere I can reach. I try to speak, but nothing seems right, no words big enough to express what’s going on in my head.

“Thank you, Lydia,” Lucas says, sliding up behind her and cuddling close.

As I look up into his face, the gratitude rolling off him takes my breath away. Gratitude and love. I had no idea he felt so strongly about Lydia, but then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. The soft, compassionate, beautiful omega in my arms is impossible not to love. Lucas meets my eyes, his serene smile making my heart melt all over again.

Lydia nods sleepily, and I don’t stop her from falling asleep in my arms. Lucas and I share a glance and a smile before we turn to Mateo and Lex. Lex is wearing her short silk robe, and Mateo is down to his boxer briefs, and to my surprise, she’s sitting in his lap as he lounges in an overstuffed bean bag chair. And even more surprising, his hand is between her thighs, toying with her pussy, fucking her deep and slow with his fingers. They’re lost in their own little space, with him so focused on her pleasure that he doesn’t seem to notice his audience at first. But as Lex sighs with release, relaxing against Mateo’s chest, he looks up and shoots us a wink.

Mateo gathers Lex in his arms with ease and carries her over to the bed, settling her beside us as she recovers. He leans in and brushes a piece of Lydia’s hair from her face, looking her over with such adoration that I have to look away. And as he settles nearby, he keeps a hand in contact with Lydia’s skin, still warm but not quite as hot as it was a few minutes ago.

“She’s asleep, then?” Lex whispers.

I nod, then realize Lucas is passed out, too. I look back to Lex and Mateo and smile. Their scents are faint compared to the thick layer of honey and vanilla in the air, but the familiarity of them helps to settle the last restless parts of my heart. I’m home, back with my pack. We’re safe, and together, like we were always meant to be. It doesn’t take long before we’re all snuggled in Lydia’s nest, all touching each other in some way.

Surrounded by my pack, I close my eyes and let myself relax and sleep deeply for the first time in months.

Chapter thirty-three

Lydia

Theroomisdarkwhen I come to again, and I groan, trying to stretch into a more comfortable position. But I’m pinned down by far too many limbs. The last few hours come back in flashes, and my body flushes as the memories replay behind my closed eyes. I’m surrounded on all sides by deep, even breathing, and the combined scents of my pack. My heart feels lighter than I can remember as I detect the distinctive whiskey, leather, and dark chocolate in the mix now. He’s home, and clinging tighter than a barnacle to my side.

Feeling nature’s call, I struggle for a few moments to extricate myself from the pile in my nest and stagger across the room to the open door of my attached bathroom. I’m washing my hands when a wave of heat crashes over me, almost sending me to my knees. Clinging to the edge of the sink, my legs shake and my stomach rolls. I throw my hair up in a messy bun to get it off the back of my neck, but it doesn’t stop sweat from pooling in between my aching breasts, along my brow. Stumbling backward, I try to stay upright as I blindly reach for the doorframe. I need to get back to my pack, need my alphas, my beta.

Another cramp flashes through me as I cross the empty space between the bathroom and the bed, and I lose all strength in my legs. I thump to the floor, rolling onto my back as my pussy clenches over and over, each muscle contraction so painful that I feel like I’m going to vomit. Reaching down, I rub my clit, trying to get any form of relief. I just need a moment and then I can make it back to bed. But the orgasm that builds won’t crest, even as I fuck three fingers into my dripping core. But I can’t go fast enough, deep enough, hard enough. I need more, more—

“I’m here, lovely. Alpha’s here,” a feminine voice whispers from above me.

A cool hand brushes my hair back from my eyes and I crack them open to look up into the hazel orbs of my prime alpha. I can’t stop touching myself, not even as she leans in and kisses me, moving to kneel between my bent knees. Her slim fingers take over, and I moan loudly, her touch electric on my overly hot skin. Madness lurks at the edges of my mind, and I fight to hang on. There’s one more thing that has to be done before I can give in and fall into the pit of need waiting below.

“Does my omega need her alpha to make it better? To make this tight little pussy feel good?” Lex purrs, nuzzling her face against my mound as she thrusts four fingers into me, adding just the right hit of pleasure-pain.

I nod and whimper, losing my words as her primal nature calls to mine. I roll onto my belly and rise up onto my knees, chest low as I present myself to her. She hums in satisfaction, slipping her fingers back into my slit with a wet squelch. I rock back in time with her thrusts, my climax rising again, but not peaking.

“Lex,” a new voice calls.

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