Page 94 of Laurels and Liquor

“Please, what, little one?” I prompt, rolling my hips and pressing harder on her plug, enjoying the sensation of it against my cock even as Lydia shakes beneath me.

“Please let me come on your cock, sir,” she begs, making my heart soar.

I purr, fucking into her hard and fast. But my good girl holds back, waiting for my permission. So, I lean in until my lips are brushing the shell of her ear.

“Come. Now.”

She shatters with a scream, her cunt squeezing me over and over, sucking my cock in and almost refusing to let go. I don’t slow my pace, and she peaks again and again in quick succession. I want to keep going, to give her more pleasure than she’s ever dreamed possible, but soon, it’s all too much. My balls pull up into my pelvis, and my whole body tingles with the oncoming force of my release.

The world explodes with light and fire as I shout her name and slam home, my knot locking into place. Even still, my cock pulses over and over, filling her tight channel with enough cum that it leaks out around the sides. I’m a little lightheaded as I lean forward, catching myself on my hands not to crush Lydia beneath me. She makes the cutest little whimpering sounds as I release her wrists and gather her in my arms, rolling us onto our sides, my body curled protectively around hers.

I center myself as I massage her wrists, checking for any redness or tender spots. Heat radiates off her ass from my spanking, and I make a mental note to find some soothing cream before we settle in for the night, or maybe sooner. I can feel her coming up out of sub space, and her desire is flaring again as she shifts her hips against mine.

“How did you get free?” Lydia rasps, clearing her throat a little.

I chuckle. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” I tease, squeezing her a little tighter.

I can almost hear her rolling her eyes, and I smile. With the way we’re positioned, I can nuzzle my nose against our mating mark, and she hums with delight, a bubbly lightness filling both of our chests from the touch.

“As a matter of fact, I would like to know how you did it. Could come in handy the next time you’ve got me all trussed up,” she snarks.

My laugh is darker this time, and while my knot has deflated, my cock is hard again. I nip at our mark, and thrust up into her, taking her breath away.

“Then allow me to teach you a lesson, my sweet omega. We’ll see how well you can focus once I replace that plug of yours with something altogether more satisfying.”

Chapter forty-eight

Alexandra

Thesunsetthroughthepicture window of the kitchen has to be one of my favorite views in the entire world. It’s even better with a glass of wine in my hand, watching my beta do his thing at the stove. Even Mateo’s hand on my lower back is pleasant, something I’d never thought possible a year ago. It’s the weekend, and I have these two all to myself for the night while Rhett and Lydia have some alone time at Wickland House.

I’d made the call to give myself the weekends off a while ago, and I’m honestly regretting not having done it sooner. Having the time to unplug and relax with my pack has done wonders for my overall productivity during the week, and I love how happy it makes them.

My phone pings on the counter beside me, and I sigh as I see Gideon’s name appear with the incoming call notification. I consider letting it go to voicemail, but this could be the update on the Anderson situation I’ve been waiting for. I do let him stew for a while as I excuse myself to my office, letting it ring until the last possible moment before swiping to answer.

“This is Alexandra,” I state professionally.

“Weird. I dialed the number for the brothel. Picking up a side hustle, Lexi?” Gideon snipes, making my blood boil.

“What do you want, Gideon? I don’t have time for your inane dribble,” I retort, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

“I just got done with the paperwork for your latest scheme. Everything is signed and sealed, as promised,” he says with a self-satisfied sigh.

I roll my eyes. “Not my scheme, but I’m glad to hear it’s done. I’ll wire you the rest of your payment on Monday.”

“You’re going to want to send me extra,” Gideon replies.

I blink. “And why would I possiblywantto send you more money than we agreed on?”

“Because your problem child has gone missing, and if you want my help tracking him down, I need the resources.”

My fingers spasm and my heart stops, my whole body going cold as panic surges. Almost immediately, my bond mates are there, sending their concern and comfort to fill me, but I can’t stop the rising tide of panic filling all the empty spaces. My focus narrows to the conversation, everything else ceasing to matter. I find my office chair on instinct and sink into it to stop myself from collapsing onto the floor.

“What do you mean, missing?” I rasp.

“I don’t know if he finally got wise to the tail I had on him, but he’s given my people the slip. We’re trying to find him again, but in a city like Buenos Aires, that’s a little easier said than done,” Gideon says, a little too casual for my nerves right now.

“I thought you said your people are the best,” I growl, trying to keep my tone even.

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