Seventeen
SEVENTEEN
Mia
TWO PAIRS OF EYES FELL on me—one calculating and hungry, one dazed and yearning. With a jolt, I recognized that Luca and I were getting exactly the same thing out of this. Stress relief , Luca had called it on several occasions. At the time, I hadn’t really unpacked the meaning behind the quip. At least, not beyond the obvious.
Was it the same for Byron? I was starting to wonder.
Now, the alpha tilted his head, considering me with his cool gray gaze. “Oh,” he said. “I think you and Luca will be licking cake off each other . It wouldn’t do to keep the chef from enjoying her own dessert, now, would it?”
The terrible tension that had been gathering in my chest unknotted. This part... this part , I could do.
“Sounds like I’ll be enjoying it either way,” I told him, keeping my tone casual and flirty. “You’re the one who’s going to miss out.”
A smirk tugged at one corner of Byron’s full lips. “Mm. I think you know me better than that , romcom girl. Get naked. Then get your little playmate naked. Take your time... you know I like to watch.”
Sometimes, it felt like this alpha had been tailor made to be exactly what I needed when things became too much. I rolled my lower lip between my teeth, glancing at him from beneath my eyelashes. It had been so long since I’d felt like this. Like I was a sexual creature, desirable and powerful in my own omega way. Since the early days with Nat, before life and our growing mutual resentment turned the bedroom into a battleground.
I walked over, swinging my hips in a way that would have been ridiculous for Chef Dimitriadis, but was exactly right for Byron and Luca’s sexy romcom girl. Without a word, I set my plate of half-eaten cake in Byron’s lap for safekeeping, not missing the way the generous bulge behind the fly of his tailored blue trousers twitched. I took a step back, folding at the waist to meet Luca for a filthy kiss that tasted the same way Emiel smelled.
He groaned into my mouth, melting beneath the contact. God, how I loved seeing him like this. No wonder Byron’s brain had fled straight into the gutter after watching Luca’s unfiltered food-gasm in the kitchen earlier.
Not that mine had been far behind.
For the barest instant, my greedy omega hindbrain wished Zalen and Emiel were here as well. Would Zalen unbend, joining in with the playful mood? I’d never seen him in an intimate situation outside of the raw practicality of the heat nest, but I’d caught hints of his dry humor. Would Emiel watch from the sidelines, only to lose control like he had before, when he’d carried me down to see Nat?
I set the speculation aside with a flash of guilt. Emiel would find that scenario painful, not pleasurable. And Zalen... well, I wasn’t sure about Zalen. There were times when he’d been achingly tender with me. Yet, he had his own pain, and it wasn’t the type I could come close to understanding. A broken mate bond. People sometimes died of those.
I already had two sexy men, here in this very room and ready to rock my world. Luca gasped as I let him up for air. I stepped backward, putting space between us, and began to strip.
Slowly .
It didn’t matter that I was dressed in casual street clothes, or that my practical black cotton bra and panties were no one’s idea of sexy lingerie. Here and now, I was the center of the room’s attention, and my audience was hungry for more than cake. I marveled anew at the way Byron’s eyes on me left a physical sensation on my skin, raising gooseflesh as his gaze traveled down my body.
When I’d tossed the last scrap of black cotton aside, I turned my attention to Luca, holding out a hand to him. He took it, rising gracefully to his feet and pulling me against him. The kiss this time was scorching, and only my desire to see him naked gave me the strength to push away from his chest.
He was dressed in the emerald green button-down that I was pretty sure was his favorite, paired with a pair of skinny-cut khakis. Though I was confident he’d been model-perfect when he’d walked out of the door for work this morning, he was appealingly rumpled now.
I bared his ghost-pale skin an inch at a time, unbuttoning and unzipping. His flyaway black hair needed a trim. It was unruly at the best of times, but my grasping fingers had mussed it during our kiss, leaving it standing up in all directions. I held his forest-colored gaze as I slid his white boxer briefs down his legs, looking up from beneath my eyelashes as I crouched so he could step out of them.
There were two damp patches on the soft cotton; one at the front, and another, larger one at the crotch. Unable to help myself, I lifted the fabric to my nose, smelling the sweet honeysuckle meadow scent rising from them.
From the couch, Byron made a low noise of appreciation. With a teasing grin, I tossed them at the alpha’s head. He caught them neatly out of the air, closing his eyes as he breathed in Luca’s perfume.
“ Much better than bergamot,” he said. “Luca, go get the top sheet off the bed and lay it down on the floor. No point in getting chocolate on the rug.”
The tension low in my belly twisted tighter.
Wordlessly, Luca did as he was told. The sheet was an elegant dove gray, and had been recently laundered. Byron’s scent was there, but only faintly. I helped Luca smooth it out in the open area between the couch and the TV wall.
“Very nice,” Byron approved. “Now, Mia, put him on his back and smear some cake on him.”
My eyes flew to Luca’s, but his were dark and wanting. I’d never done anything quite this... transgressive ... before. Not when it came to sex. ‘ Don’t play with your food’ was a rule with deep roots in early childhood—even for people who weren’t chefs.
Luca folded at the knees, lowering himself gracefully to the sheet-covered floor and rolling onto his back like a sacrificial offering. I retrieved my plate of cake from Byron’s lap, letting my fingers brush carelessly against his bulge as I did. He didn’t react—not beyond pinning me with a smoldering gaze that promised payback in the not-too-distant future.
With a guilty shiver, I scooped up a handful of crumbly cake and liquid chocolate, rubbing it down the center of Luca’s chest to his groin. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, and I wondered what it felt like against his bare skin.
Following my instincts, I made a cross shape with the second handful, the gooey smear running from one taut, pink nipple to the other. Feeling bolder, I rubbed the third sticky helping directly onto his twitching cock.
With an evil smile, I scooped up what was left and mashed it over the lower half of his face. He made a strange, desperate noise as some of it ended up in his mouth, the rest covering his chin and throat.
Slapping a sticky hand on the left side of his chest to brace myself, I dove forward and started licking and sucking the sweet mess hungrily from his lips. It couldn’t be called a kiss... it felt more like I was devouring him. His subtle, sweet-summer scent was barely detectable at first, hidden beneath the chocolate and the brash spicy citrus that reminded me so much of Emiel. But as I cleaned off more of his skin with my tongue, it grew stronger in whatever area I was working on.
Before long, Luca was moaning and writhing as I gradually worked my way down his body. I fisted his cock with the hand still coated in smashed lava cake, my sex throbbing as he jerked up into the contact with a cry. My own arousal had grown hazy and drugged as I swallowed more and more of the rich sweetness, licking it out of Luca’s navel... and then lower, and lower still.
When my lips closed around the head of his cock, Luca let out a strangled moan. His hand closed around the back of my head with a convulsive movement, pushing me down his length. I groaned, taking him in until my nose landed in his sticky thatch of hair. Emiel’s scent half-drowned me, combined with the scent of Luca’s slick, so close to where I was working him.
I sucked and licked, determined to get every last trace of cake off Luca’s cock—moaning like a cheap whore at the dirty, forbidden nature of what we were doing. When Luca arched and spurted into my mouth with a startled cry, it was a complete shock—I hadn’t known he could come just from oral.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck !” he choked, still pulsing weakly into me. “Fuck... god !”
A few moments later, he fell back, lying limp on the floor as he panted. I let his softening cock slide free of my lips, savoring the last traces of chocolate.
“Achievement unlocked.” Byron sounded amused, but also mildly impressed. “A dick-only orgasm... nice .”
“Do you need a knot?” I asked Luca, a bit worriedly. That had been one hell of a climax, and he had nothing to clamp around.
He grunted and waved one hand in an uncoordinated movement. “No... s’good. Gimme a minute.”
A hand closed around my arm and used the grip to topple me over. Byron rolled me onto my back with the instinctive confidence of an alpha tumbling an omega. I blinked up at him—I hadn’t even heard him get off the couch.
“It wasn’t that kind of an orgasm,” Byron said, looking down at me with a predatory half-smile. At some point during our cake-fueled debauchery, he’d lost all his clothes. “But maybe you’d better worry about yourself now, romcom girl.”
I’d almost forgotten that Luca and Byron had unfinished leftovers as well—that is, until Byron smushed a handful of cake over my breasts, giving each one a firm squeeze as he did. I squealed in shock at the bizarre sensation, diving head-first into hypocrisy, since I’d done the same damned thing to Luca less than fifteen minutes ago.
In the next instant, I was pinned beneath a naked alpha, squirming and giggling hysterically as he covered me in a sugary, sticky mess. The giggles turned into moans as Luca roused himself enough to roll over and put his mouth on me, getting his revenge with single-minded thoroughness while Byron held me down and kept me from wriggling away.
It felt so good, and so weird as Luca’s tongue rasped over my skin, licking up the sweet, mushy goo as he went. I was climbing out of my own skin even before he cupped my sex, sliding three fingers into my soaked passage. He worked me mercilessly at the same time his mouth was busy sucking every last particle of sugar off my nipples. It was a surprise to precisely no one when the dual sensations pushed me over the edge, bucking against Byron’s hold on my wrists as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.
The tide eventually ebbed, dragging all the tension from my muscles as it went.
“Good girl,” Byron said approvingly.
I wasn’t proud of the pleasant shiver that ran up my spine in response, but I couldn’t exactly deny it, either. He let go of my wrists. I kept them above my head, because moving them felt like too much work when Luca was still mouthing his way across my body like he had nothing better to do for the next decade.
The crinkle of a condom packet being torn open was the only warning I had before Luca’s fingers pulled free of my passage and a warm body settled in the cradle of my hips.
“Hope you didn’t have anything else on your agenda tonight,” Byron said, hitching up one of my legs and pressing the tip of his hot cock to my entrance. “Because we’re going to be here for a while.”
Luca abandoned my breasts in favor of covering my lips with his in a deep, dessert-flavored kiss. At the same time, Byron pressed home, sending jolts of tingling electricity along my nerves like tiny lightning bolts. I groaned into Luca’s mouth, surrendering myself to mindless bliss as Byron began to move inside me.
Sure... maybe Emiel had been right. Hot, no strings sex with two emotionally unavailable men probably wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism.
Still worth it, though .