Sixty-Four
SIXTY-FOUR
Luca
EMIEL WAS KNOTTING Mia, and the way that knowledge curled through my veins like warm molasses felt like being high... like the finest gangland drugs, only without the crash that always came afterward.
Sweat trickled down my bare chest and back. I’d already come twice. Once, an internal orgasm with Nat pounding away inside me while Byron sat back on the couch, directing me to slide my fist up and down my own cock. He controlled my rhythm with his gravelly voice, ordering me to stop whenever it looked like I was about to spurt. Then, the second time with my condom-wrapped dick buried deep in Nat’s ass, while Byron teased my passage with a knotted dildo—sliding it back and forth past my stretched rim, but never allowing me to clamp down on it.
Emiel had held it together through my first climax; god alone knew how. But I felt him blow his load at the same time I shuddered apart beneath the clench of Nat’s ass. The feedback loop between us left me feeling like I was floating above my body.
My teeth were buried in Nat’s shoulder. I couldn’t taste blood, but there was probably going to be one hell of a bruise.
“Fucking Christ ,” Nat muttered into a couch cushion. “Someone wake me up in a year or two for work, please.”
By rights, I should have been done for the night, too—even if Byron hadn’t let me have the dildo’s knot, the bastard. But the hum of Emiel’s pleasure was still buzzing in the deepest part of my reptile brain, and the feeling of dizzy, disconnected lightness was addictive.
“ More ,” I growled into salty skin. I wasn’t sure what more should look like, only that I needed it.
“Oh, you’re not done yet, even if he is,” Byron promised. Or was it a threat? “Can Emiel still feel you? Because I’ve got a point to prove to that selfish asshole, and I’m not finished proving it.” The tip of the dildo traced down the length of my spine, hot from my body and wet with my juices.
I shivered and pulled out of Nat. Even though I tried to be careful about it, he still groaned and twitched as my dick slipped free.
“Prove it, then.” I tied off the used condom and tossed it into the trash, barely recognizing my own voice. The imaginary drug flowing through my veins made me brave... made me stupid in all the best ways. Without it, I would never have turned to Byron and said, “I want to tie you to the bed and fuck you.”
Both Byron and Nat went utterly still. Well, Byron went still, anyway. Nat, who’d seemed to be out for the count, twisted around to brace himself on one elbow and gape at me in surprise.
It was a reasonable reaction. Everyone in the house knew I didn’t fuck alphas outside of my heats. Except, of course, that I did now. I’d ridden Emiel into oblivion on multiple occasions while he was safely handcuffed to the bed. His kink and mine, his trauma and mine, meshing seamlessly to bring both of us pleasure despite our fucked-up pasts.
Byron was still staring at me. “You... what?”
“You heard me,” I told him. “I want your knot. But for now, I need you tied up before I take it. Are you going to let me do it?”
If I’d been less drunk on the thrumming mating bond, I probably would have cared more that I was dropping a megaton bomb right in the middle of Byron’s alpha insecurities. Maybe he thought he kept them hidden, but I saw inside him.
A coward , even though he was anything but.
Not alpha enough . Not dominant enough to hold his own in the pack .
And here I was, asking him to play the submissive role to an omega, while a male beta watched it happen, no less.
“I tie other people up,” Byron said. “Other people don’t tie me up.”
“I’m not other people,” I told him.
He seemed to think about that for a moment.
“No,” he agreed slowly. “You aren’t.”
“Is this about what you and Mia have been getting up to with Emiel?” Nat asked, somewhat unexpectedly.
Byron’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I narrowed mine right back at him, as the urge to shock him overtook me. “Emiel’s upstairs as we speak, handcuffed to his bed, wearing a ball gag, and knot-deep in Mia.”
Nat made a tiny, choked noise.
Byron blinked. “Is he, now?”
Nat recovered enough to say, “He told me he started doing it so he wouldn’t have to worry about scaring the omegas—or biting them—in the heat of the moment.”
“And if you ever dare wave that fact in his face, I will cut off your balls and feed them to you,” I added helpfully.
Byron’s face looked like a computer screen locked in the spinning wheel of death.
He blinked again, rebooting.
“You’ve... had sex with him like that?” he asked. “And it was... all right?”
I’d lost my sweet pleasure-high, but maybe this was a conversation we’d needed to get in the open.
“I have. And yes, it was. Better than all right. It’s not just that he can’t overpower me when he’s handcuffed, even though that’s true. It’s more about the fact that he even thought of the idea in the first place. And that he was willing to do it, for Mia and me.”
Byron looked like I’d just turned his world on its head.
“Of course,” I added innocently, “it doesn’t hurt that we all get off on it. Because... yeah. Super hot.”
And that was how I ended up straddling Byron’s hips on his generous queen-sized bed, his big cock filling me up as the alpha who always ordered other people around in the bedroom writhed beneath me, his wrists twisting fruitlessly against the loops of rope binding him to the bedframe.
“You’re going to come so hard like this,” I panted, my palms flat against his tattooed pecs for balance.
“The fuck I am,” Byron growled, thrusting up. “This is for you, not me.”
Nat, who’d staked out a spot next to the bed with his chin resting on his crossed arms on the edge of the mattress, snorted. “Can I just say how much I’m enjoying this change in the dynamic? You were right, Luca. It is super-hot.”
“Fuck you,” Byron snarled, and jerked his hips up even harder.
“Ngh,” I managed, my head thrown back as my third orgasm of the night rose up and crested over me.
To exactly no one’s surprise, Byron grunted and came hard as my passage clamped down on him, despite his protestations. He groaned, his knot swelling inside me, stretching me to perfection.
“Oh yeah,” Nat said. “I am loving this. No, stay put, Luca. I still need dessert.”
With a whine I couldn’t quite manage to suppress, I propped myself upright while Nat wriggled into position. With his head pillowed low on Byron’s lean belly, he angled his mouth until he could get it around my half-hard cock, sucking and licking.
With my awareness trapped halfway between Emiel’s lazy pleasure upstairs in the attic bedroom, and the delicious electric jolts zipping back and forth between Byron’s knot and Nat’s lips, I rode the wave of slow-rolling ecstasy through yet another full-body climax. Nat hummed and swallowed the little spurt of my release that pulsed over his tongue, but he didn’t stop what he was doing.
Dizzily, I wondered if I might have one more orgasm locked inside me after all... but oversensitivity gradually overcame pleasure until I squirmed and let out a defeated whimper. Nat pulled off with a pop and straightened.
“I think he’s finally done,” he said, supporting me down to lie draped over Byron’s chest.
Hazy-eyed, I took in Nat’s fresh erection as he hitched a hip onto the edge of the bed. Humor lit his dark eyes as he looked down at Byron, still spread-eagled beneath me.
“Just think. I could make you suck me off while you’re like this. Get revenge for some of the shit you’ve done to me over these past few weeks.”
“Don’t push your luck,” Byron told him. It came out hoarse.
Nat snort-laughed, and leaned over to press a kiss to my temple, and a much filthier kiss to Byron’s lips. Byron’s dick twitched hard inside me.
“Fine,” Nat told him. “Maybe I’ll go see if Zalen is good for an unplanned middle-of-the-night orgasm. Luca, I’m untying his wrists before I go. Is that all right?”
“Mm-hmm,” I said, not moving an inch.
After he’d gone, Byron’s arms hovered over my back for a long moment before settling.
"I do want you to be happy, you know," he said, into the echoing silence.
"I know," I mumbled against his neck.
More silence.
“And I want to mate you and Mia,” he added, as though he’d had to force the words past some sort of barrier. “More than anything, I want that.”
I smiled into his skin. “Yes. I know.”