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Lyra
Nico's mouth is on me.
His head is buried between my thighs with his tongue dragging slowly through my slick. It’s so much I don't know what to do with my own body. I fist my hands in the sheets and try to remember how to breathe.
Above me, Owen straightens up off his knees.
"You’re doing so good, Lyra," he whispers as he reaches for his belt buckle.
I watch through half-lidded eyes as he unbuttons his slacks and pushes them down his legs, toeing off his shoes as he steps out of them. Then his boxers go too, and he straightens, letting me look my fill.
In twenty-four years, I have seen too many marble statues of naked men, and none of them have compared to Owen’s perfect body.
He’s pure, lean muscle, and I drink in every detail while Nico laps at my slick.
I stare at the solid line of Owen’s chest, the V at his hips, the faint trail of hair leading down his stomach, and his cock, already hard and flushed and heavier than I let myself picture on all those lonely nights.
The sight of him bare sends a fresh pulse of heat through me.
This beta is mine.
Owen slips his glasses off and folds them onto the bedside table, then he climbs onto the bed beside me.
He stretches out along my side and takes my face in both hands, cradling it, tilting it up toward him. His hazel eyes move over my face, like he's trying to memorize me, like he can't quite believe I'm here in his bed with his husband's mouth between my legs.
Nico's tongue circles something that makes my hips jerk, and a broken gasp jumps from my throat.
It felt incredible.
My breath climbs, ragged and fast when Nico does it again.
"Lyra." Owen's voice is barely a breath against my cheek. "Can I kiss you?"
I've waited a year to hear him ask me that.
I sweep my tongue across my dry lips and manage a single meek word. "Yes."
Then he kisses me.
And, oh, it's better than I ever imagined.
Owen kisses me like he's been starving to touch me as long as I have, one hand sliding into my hair with his hungry mouth slanting over mine.
His tongue strokes past my lips and I open for him the way I did for Nico, chasing the taste of the beta.
Sage and lemon and something warm underneath, and the whole world tilts sideways.
Between my legs, Nico's big hands close over my hips.
He grips me firm and starts to move me, rolling my hips up against his face in a slow, filthy rhythm, showing my body what it's supposed to do. I whimper into Owen's mouth. Nico does it again, guiding me, teaching me the grind of it, and something instinctive catches fire low in my belly.
I take over.
I roll my hips against his tongue on my own now, greedy for it, and Nico rumbles his approval, letting me chase it.
Owen keeps kissing me through all of it. He palms one of my breasts, kneading, his thumb brushing over my nipple, before pinching it.
I arch up into his palm and down onto Nico's mouth, caught between the two of them, drowning in the sensations.
Then Nico closes his lips around my clit and sucks. I’m lost in the feel of his mouth when something touches my entrance. Owen sucks my tongue, right as Nico pushes one thick finger inside me.
The alpha curls it, sucking and lapping and flicking my clit.
The sound I make is loud and shameless, muffled against Owen's mouth.
My back bows clean off the mattress. It's so much all at once, his mouth working my clit and that finger sinking deep, stroking somewhere inside me. I didn't know I could feel like this, a stretch and a fullness I've never given myself in the dark.
Nico pumps his finger, curling, and the fire in my belly pulls tight and tighter, winding toward something enormous.
This is so much bigger than anything I've chased alone. So much more.
"That's it." Owen's voice is thick, right against my lips. His fingers on my nipple. Pluck, roll, tug. "Let go, sweetheart. Come all over your alpha’s face."
And I shatter.
Pleasure tears through me, white and total, my whole body seizing between Nico's mouth and Owen's hands. My pussy flutters around the alpha’s finger as I cry out, and I don't care who hears it.
I come so hard my vision goes to sparks, while the two of them work me through every wave of pleasure.
Owen murmurs praise into my mouth, Nico gentling his tongue and stroking me slow from the inside as I come apart on his face.
I have never felt anything like this in my life.
And some far-off part of me already knows I'm never going to be able to give it up.
"Fuck, you taste like you're already mine." Nico presses one last kiss to the inside of my thigh, his voice a low rumble against my oversensitive skin. "You came so hard and so sweet. And I'm not even close to done with you."
The praise pours through me warm and syrupy, and I go boneless into the mattress while Owen gently kisses my lips.
I'm only dimly aware of him moving, the mattress shifting as his weight leaves the bed. I can't make myself care. Owen has my face in his hands and he's kissing me everywhere, my cheeks, my closed eyes, the corner of my mouth, soft and worshipful, and I float in it, wrung out and glowing and safe.
Then the bed dips again.
Nico’s weight settles between my thighs, big and warm, and I drag my eyes open.
The alpha is completely naked.
He's kneeling over me, and the sight of him steals whatever breath I had left.
All that broad tan muscle, a cross tattoo inked over his heart, and the sheer size of him bearing down over my body makes my heart kick up again. He moves so confidently, hooking one hand under one of my knees and pushing it up toward my chest. Opening me up.
Owen moves down my body, kissing my breasts, and I lift my head slightly to see the rest of Nico.
Oh, fuck.
His cock is enormous.
Thick and long and flushed dark, so much bigger than Owen that a spike of fear cuts clean through my afterglow. There's no possible way he’ll fit inside me.
He'll split me in half.
My whole body tenses, panic climbing up my throat.
But before it can take hold, Nico drags two fingers through my folds and circles my swollen clit, and the thought scatters like startled birds.
I gasp, my hips lifting to chase his hand on their own.
He plays with me, his fingers working my clit until I'm a squirming, soaked mess, the fear burned away by pure, molten want.
Only then does the alpha take his big cock in his hand, notching the fat crown against my entrance. He drags it down through my slickness, coating himself in me. Then he taps the tip against my clit, once, twice, the blunt, heavy weight of it making me whimper.
"Do you still want this, omega?" His dark eyes are locked on my face, watching for any flicker of no.
"Say the word and I’ll stop right now." He leans in slightly, making sure I can’t look away.
"But the second this fat cock is inside you, you’re mine.
" He growls the last word, making goosebumps flash up my side.
"Yes," I pant. "I want it," I breathe. "Please. I want you."
Something hungry moves through the alpha’s expression as he lets out a pleased growl. Then he notches the crown against my entrance. I feel myself stretch just around the very tip of him, and my breath goes thin.
"Then say it." His voice drops, rough and dark and absolute. "Look at me and tell me who you want inside you. I want to hear it come out of that prim mouth."
I hold his gaze, and I let the last of my mother's proper daughter fall away.
"You," I snarl. "I want your big cock inside me and your teeth in my throat."
And that does it.
Nico’s control snaps.
He drives forward and buries himself in me in one long, relentless stroke, seating himself all the way to the root. And it hurts.
Fuck, it hurts.
Sharp pain tears through me as my body gives way around him, stretched so far past anything I've ever felt. A cry rips out of me, high and broken, and my eyes fill with tears.
I feel split open, his thick length lodged so deep it steals the air right out of my lungs.
There's no room left in my whole body for anything but him.
"Shh. Shh, I've got you." Owen is right there, his mouth at my temple, kissing the tears as they spill into my hairline.
"I know, baby, I know it hurts. Breathe for me.
It's only for a minute, I promise. It's going to feel so good, I promise, breathe through it for me.
" His lips brush each tear away, one after another, his voice a steady murmur against my skin.
"You're doing so beautifully, omega. Just breathe. "
I suck in a shaking breath and force my wet eyes open to see Nico completely still above me.
The alpha is holding himself frozen, not moving a muscle. His handsome face is drawn tight, his jaw is clenched as a muscle ticks in his cheek. He looks like a man holding back a landslide with his bare hands.
Owen reaches up toward Nico.
He drags his fingers slowly down the center of Nico's chest, over the cross inked above his heart, down the ridges of his stomach, all the way to where we're joined.
He brushes his fingertips over the base of Nico's cock where it disappears into me, then higher, feather-light over my stretched, aching pussy.
"Look at how good you both are," Owen whispers.
"My alpha. Holding so still for her, letting her adjust." His fingers circle back to my clit, gentle.
"And you, sweetheart." He looks back at me, those hazel eyes so soft and warm.
"You took every inch of that alpha cock in one go.
All of him. You were made for our pack."
I try to smile up at him.
It comes out wobbly and wet, but I mean it, and the warmth of his words sinks into me and loosens something at my core. My body stops fighting the intrusion. The clenched, panicked grip of my muscles eases, softening around the thick length buried inside me.
Above me, Nico lets out a slow, controlled breath through his teeth, and some of the terrible tension drains out of his shoulders. It's like a vice finally releasing its hold on him.
"There," he rasps. "That's it. Good girl."