Thirty-Three
THIRTY-THREE
Mia
I COVERED MY FACE with one hand, stifling a laugh as Luca groaned and reached for the tequila bottle.
“That’s it,” he said. “I’m declaring a drinking game where we have to take a shot whenever the main character has a flashback and passes out.”
I dropped my hand. “Luca, I have work tomorrow!”
“So do I.” He brandished a shot glass at me, and I took it despite my protests. “And I’m supposed to be at work way earlier than you are.”
“I think the episode’s nearly over anyway,” I muttered, reasonably confident that there wouldn’t be too many more fainting spells for the unlucky Detective Alex Drake.
How old were you when you first watched this?” Byron asked, accepting his shot from Luca.
“Ten,” I admitted. “But the car, though!” I tipped back my drink, coughing a bit as it burned its way down, then gestured at the screen. The Quattro roared onto the scene and skidded to a halt next to the docks where the bad guys were about to get away with their hostage and a few hundred pounds of cocaine.
“It’s a nice car,” Byron admitted. “Too bad he’s always driving it on the wrong side of the road.”
“ Dude .” Luca downed his shot, his slender throat bared to my gaze. “It’s England . Driving on the wrong side of the road is the law .”
I choked on a laugh, startled to realize that I was having more fun than I’d had in ages. The first two shots had drained away the stress that was a constant companion these days, and with the third, I was sliding toward tipsiness. I wasn’t sure if Luca was a lightweight, or if he simply felt relaxed while curling against my side on Byron’s couch.
It was hard not to wonder about the details of their relationship, sitting here with the scent of their growing arousal mingling with my own. Two men I’d had sex with separately... but sometimes they shared a partner. And Luca had invited me—had practically dragged me—to Byron’s room.
Stress relief , he’d called it once. I wriggled a bit awkwardly on the rich leather of the sofa, trying to ease the growing ache between my legs.
On the screen, Detective Drake reeled after receiving a mysterious message from the future delivered through her 1980s TV—but she didn’t pass out. After a soliloquy about how she wouldn’t give up on getting back to her daughter in the year 2008, the credits rolled.
“Well, that was certainly... a thing,” Luca said, making no effort to stop lounging against me. “The male lead’s surprisingly sexy, considering he’s not all that handsome. Is the actor an alpha?”
“I’d always assumed so,” I said. “Betas can’t get away with being that much of an asshole and still be likeable.”
“ Oy ,” Byron said, shooting me a narrow-eyed glance.
It struck me—abruptly and viscerally—that I was more or less tucked under his arm, which lay along the back of the sofa behind my shoulders.
“No, she’s absolutely right , though,” Luca said, with the passion of the borderline drunk. “If a beta or an omega was that much of an ass to people, you’d just want to smack him. You wouldn’t secretly want to fuck him.”
Byron turned his full attention to the two of us as the next episode started playing automatically in the background. The atmosphere in the room changed between one heartbeat and the next, suddenly becoming charged.
“Hmm... so, you want Detective Asshole’s cock in you, Luca?” His lazy gray gaze met mine. “Is that what I’m hearing here? Check for me, will you, romcom girl? See if he’s hard.”
My breath caught, my lips parting on a soundless gasp. This only succeeded in drawing in the thick, intoxicating scent of Byron on one side of me and Luca on the other. I hesitated, unsure what to do—until Luca’s small, needy moan overcame whatever rational second thoughts I might’ve had.
That moan spoke to a deeply buried part of me that longed to ravish and be ravished. Bolstered by three shots of tequila, I reached over and boldly cupped my palm between Luca’s legs. He flexed his hips mindlessly, pressing a hard length into my loose grip. A patch of dampness stained the worn denim of his jeans further back, at my fingertips.
"Oh, fuck ," I said hoarsely, knowing my sweats were sporting an even larger wet patch.
“That’s a yes, then,” Byron said dryly.
If I was going to blame the tequila anyway, I might as well throw caution to the wind, right? I stretched out my other hand and pressed it against Byron’s altogether more impressive bulge. He hissed out a startled breath between his teeth, and my lust surged like a caged animal finally gaining its freedom.
Heat and aching need flooded me, turning my surroundings hazy beyond the confines of the couch and the two male bodies bracketing mine. I licked my lips, hunger overtaking me.
Byron caught my wrist, lifting it away from his cock and forcing my eyes to focus on his face.
“Just so we’re clear, Luca and I don’t do relationships,” he said, his voice going gravelly. “We’ll take you to heaven tonight if you want, but don’t go picturing mating bonds and picket fences.”
I pummeled a few brain cells into life. “I’m married,” I reminded him, and kneaded Luca’s erection through his jeans until he arched and whimpered.
“So I keep hearing,” Byron said. The arm that had been resting behind me flexed, fingers catching my hair and using the grip to tilt my head back. “New game, in that case. Instead of a drink, Luca’s going to give you an orgasm every time the hottie on the TV screen faints.”
My entire body twitched, as though I’d touched a live wire. A pulse of slick turned the damp patch on my sweats into a soaking wet patch.
“On your knees, Luca,” Byron said, sounding faintly amused. “Detective Drake’s looking a bit woozy already.”
Luca made a soft, surrendering noise and slithered down from the comfortable sofa. Before I could decide if this was real or a tequila-fueled dream, his fingers hooked in the waistband of my sweats and panties, tugging them down and off. Then he grasped me behind the knees and pulled me forward until I was slumped with my hips balanced on the edge of the seat cushion. Heated breath tickled my soaked folds, and then Luca was devouring me, sucking and licking like a starving man who hadn’t just eaten a hearty, home-cooked meal.
A half-stifled, high-pitched cry tore its way free of my throat as Byron, still holding me in place with a firm grip on my ponytail, settled in to watch the television show as though nothing at all was happening.
I had no fucking clue if Detective Drake fainted again or not. I only knew that Luca was playing me like a fine instrument, holding me on the edge for endless minutes before pushing me over, only to immediately start again. I trembled and shook, sweat and pheromones seeping from my pores until the room smelled like an orgy in a summer meadow.
My passage clenched rhythmically, begging for something to fill it. Eventually, Luca obliged, sliding three long fingers inside me as he focused on tonguing my clit. It was too much and somehow also not enough, and by the time my fifth or sixth orgasm crested over me, I just couldn’t .
“Please,” I begged hoarsely. “Please... I can’t... I need...”
Luca didn’t stop. He did curl his fingers in a way that sent fresh trickles of sweat rolling down my chest and back. I keened, and Byron gave a little warning tug on my hair.
“Shh,” he said, his tone still laced with smug amusement. “The show’s just getting to the good part.”
I swallowed a high-pitched sob, my body vibrating like a violin string. Luca’s teeth just barely grazed my clit, and I shuddered apart. My mind subsided into a delicious sort of blank helplessness, giving up on controlling anything about the encounter.
My body gave in to Luca’s merciless mouth, even as it tried to clamp around his fingers as though they were a knot. The storm of pleasure and desperation raged through me, and I was as powerless as a leaf tossed in a hurricane.
Sometime later, Byron’s voice reached me. “You think she’s ready now, Luca?”
Luca made some sort of vague affirmative noise without lifting his head. I felt it vibrate along my stripped nerves.
“You want the sea monster tonight?” Byron asked nonsensically.
At that, Luca pulled away. After a brief hesitation, he whispered, “Yes.”
“Go get it,” Byron said. “Strip and put it in while Mia watches.”
Luca’s fingers slid free of my body, and Byron urged me to sit up on the couch properly. His grip on my hair still controlled my head, forcing me to watch through heavy-lidded eyes as Luca efficiently shucked off his clothing, revealing his lean, pale frame to our gaze.
He went to a drawer and retrieved something out of it, not meeting our eyes as he returned.
“Sit down and slide it inside you,” Byron said. “I’m fucking her over the arm of the sofa. While that’s happening, you’re going to choke her on your cock until you come down her throat.”
Luca’s ragged breathing joined mine, but he sat down next to me without a word. He lifted one leg, resting his heel on the edge of the seat, exposing the soft pink folds behind his erection. Byron let my ponytail go, and I watched, open-mouthed, as Luca worked the biggest knotting dildo I’d ever seen into his passage.
It was blue-green; shaped like a sinuous alien tentacle with a bulging head and a much larger bulge near the base. A groan escaped me as it disappeared into his body, inch by inch, his rim stretching obscenely around the knot. He let out a choked noise when it popped inside, leaving only the flared base of the toy visible.
His cock twitched restlessly against his stomach, fluid dripping from the tip to smear on his belly. “ Christ ,” he rasped.
“Good boy,” Byron said. “Now, get her T-shirt and bra off while I find a condom.”
I was still a drunken marionette, none of my limbs working properly after an hour of Luca’s merciless oral torture. Somehow, he helped me raise my arms and peel the worn T-shirt over my head. The bra was more difficult, but it slid off a moment later and tumbled to the floor, forgotten.
I heard rustling and looked up to find Byron unbuttoning his shirt, but not removing it.
“Up you get, romcom girl,” he said, crossing to me and grabbing the condom packet between his teeth to free both hands.
I was pulled onto wobbly legs and led around to the side of the sofa where Luca was sitting. The padded leather armrest hit me at mid-thigh, and I yelped as Byron nudged my legs wide and pushed my upper body down. Luca helped me catch myself before I headbutted him ignominiously in the groin, but I still ended up eye-to-eye with his dripping cock.
It smelled like dessert. My mouth watered, and I licked my lips.
“Is this okay?” Luca asked quietly. His hand tangled in my half-loosened ponytail, just as Byron had done earlier.
“Please,” I begged again. “Please, I’ll do anything, just fill me up!”
I didn’t recognize this pathetic, sexually ravenous female omega. She couldn’t be me, could she?
“Oh, sweetheart,” Byron said, a low growl rumbling beneath the words. “You’ve never been filled up like this before.”
The sound of a zipper lowering followed by the crinkling tear of a foil packet reached me. That huge, blunt alpha cock that I’d felt once before pressed insistently against my folds, sliding in with a delicious stretch and burn. I panted rapidly through my nose, not prepared for how perfect it felt—even though I should have known better the second time around.
“Now, open wide,” Byron said, his big hands gripping my hips. “I’m about to take both of you on the ride of your lives.”
It hadn’t been a bark, but my lips opened instinctively, my tongue straining toward the clear fluid gathering at the tip of Luca’s cock. I didn’t resist as he lowered me onto his length, my scalp tingling as the hair pulled. Sweet hardness slid past my lips and over my tongue, filling my mouth until I could barely think.
One of my arms was trapped beneath me, and I had a death grip on Luca’s hard thigh with my other hand. Luca gave a shuddering sigh as I bottomed out, my nose pressed against crinkly dark hair and his tip rubbing against my hard palate.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good , Mia,” Luca said, his hand shaking against the back of my head.
“Hold her where you want her,” Byron said, and that was all the warning I got before he pulled back and thrust in sharply, driving Luca into my throat. The fingers tangled in my hair clenched convulsively, and every single thought in my head circled the drain, disappearing never to be seen again.