Behind Locked Doors
Nico
Lyra’s scent is all over the place. She smells thick with desire, excitement, fear, lust, and adrenaline. And our bond is also tangled.
I’m not entirely sure what’s going on in that beautiful brain of hers, but I know that this place has fucked her up more than I’ll probably ever know. We should have never brought her back here.
And judging by the look on Adrian’s face, he agrees.
I squeeze Lyra’s hand in mine "This way, gorgeous." I draw her forward slowly, like I'm walking a lady into dinner instead of leading my naked mate across her father's office.
My sweet omega moves without hesitation, her sandals whispering against the rug, her eyes locked on mine, then I stop right in front of the desk.
It's a monstrous thing, dark wood and green leather, buried under stacks of files, paperwork, and carefully opened envelopes. There’s an expensive lamp on one end and a decanter filled with whiskey on the other.
I sweep my arm across all of it.
The whole mess goes crashing to the floor. The decanter shatters, the papers scatter, the lamp hits the rug with a thud and rolls. And Lyra's eyes go wide with delight, a startled little laugh catching in her throat at the destruction.
There it is. That's my girl.
In one swift movement, I close my hands around her waist and lift her onto the edge of the desk.
Her shoes fall off, hitting the floor, one after another. Then she gasps, and I can only assume the wood is cold under that perfect ass.
"Are you coming?" I glance at Adrian, taking in the hard outline of his cock, then up, to the worry in his eyes.
The alpha looks torn. His jaw is tight, his eyes cutting toward the locked door and then back to Lyra like he can't help himself.
It makes me smile.
Adrian has always been a rule follower. He color-codes his tools and reads every damn instruction manual. He is, in every way that counts, the most careful man I've ever loved. But every alpha needs to do something reckless every now and then, and I'm not letting him talk himself out of this one.
"Come here," I say to him. It isn't quite an order. "The house can burn for five more minutes."
Adrian takes one step, transfixed by Lyra.
She looks gorgeous sitting all proper on the edge of the big desk. Her hair is wild and her skin is already flushed. And her scent.
Fuck, it's like walking into a wall of warm sugar.
It's the scent of an omega begging to be mounted
I step in close to Lyra and push her knees wide apart, opening her up for me. She lets out a little whimper, then she leans back on her hands and lets me spread her out on the surface where her father does his business. And the sight of her like this, pink and wet and waiting, nearly makes me come.
I shuck out of my jacket and toss it aside, then roll up my sleeves, slow. Lyra's eyes lock onto my hands, tracking every fold of fabric up my forearms. I pull at the knot in my tie, and Lyra snarls low in her throat.
It makes me smile. "My poor, needy girl." I slip my hand up her wet inner thigh. "So impatient." Then I drop to my knees in front of her, and I put my mouth on that dripping cunt.
I drag my tongue up through her slick and it floods my mouth.
She's so fucking sweet it makes my teeth ache and my cock weep.
I groan against her, and I feel her jolt, her thighs jumping around my ears.
I hold her open with my thumbs and do it again, slower, working my tongue through every soft fold, tasting all of her.
My cock twitches when I flick her clit. The damn thing is crushed behind my zipper, throbbing with every heartbeat. But I don't touch it. This isn't about me. This is about giving my omega exactly what she needs.
I close my lips around her clit and suck, and she cries out, one hand flying into my hair.
Behind me, I hear Adrian move.
His footsteps cross the rug, slowly. His breathing has gone rough and uneven.
I don't have to look to know what state he's in. I've watched Adrian lose his mind on several occasions with both Mack and Owen, and the alpha always white-knuckles it at first. I assume it’s some form of edging, but he’ll eventually break. He always does.
Lyra moans again, placing her little feet on my shoulders, forcing her legs even wider.
I lap and flick, suck and moan, bringing my girl closer and closer to the edge.
Then I hear his voice, low and warm, aimed at her.
"Look at you." Adrian's voice is so fucking deep. "Wet and flushed and begging for cock. Do you know what you do to me?" He steps up next to the desk. "I've spent all night pretending I didn't want to bend you over the nearest surface," he growls and Lyra moans.
I feel her desire move through her whole body.
Then I hear them kissing, the soft wet catch of it, her breath hitching against his mouth.
I look up the length of her, past the heave of her belly and her breasts, and there's Adrian bent over her, one big hand kneading her tit, his thumb rolling her nipple while he licks into her mouth.
She's now got one hand fisted in his shirt, kissing him back like she's starving.
I flatten my tongue and drag it slow, then flick it fast over her clit, and I feel her start to come apart.
She shatters with a cry that Adrian swallows down, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body shaking through it while I lick her through every wave. Her slick floods my mouth, a hot, sweet rush, and I drink her down, groaning, drunk on the taste of her.
It's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, and I want more. I want her to soak my fucking face until I'm drowning in it.
A feral need to claim what's mine grips me and I quickly push up off my knees, working my belt open and dragging my zipper down. I free my leaking cock, fist the base, then notch the head against her soaked, swollen entrance. The heat of her cunt is intense as I slowly push in.
"Nico!" she moans loudly against Adrian's lips.
Her body opens around me, hot and slick and impossibly tight, gripping me in fluttering pulses that nearly end me on the spot. I bottom out on one long stroke and hold there, buried to the root, my jaw clenched against how good she is.
Then I start to move.
Adrian never stops kissing her. He stays bent over her, murmuring into her mouth between kisses, telling her how perfect she is, how good she's taking me, how proud he is of her, while I fuck into her hard enough to slide her across the desk.
The two of them are tangled up sweet at one end while I wreck her at the other, and I watch all of it, powerful and steady and half out of my mind.
Then Adrian breaks the kiss and lifts his head, and his eyes come up to mine.
And I see the strain plain on his face. He’s wound so tight he's shaking with it. My mate, who took every blow tonight and stayed calm, protecting our girl and never once cracked.
He needs a release as bad as she does. Maybe worse.
"Take that cock out," I command the alpha as I keep thrusting. "Fuck our omega."
Something breaks loose in Adrian's face, a desperate mix of relief and hunger.
He rips at his belt like a man coming apart. His hands are clumsy with it, fumbling the buckle, yanking the leather through the loops too hard. He finally shoves his slacks down his hips and frees his cock, and I can see how close he already is.
The base of his shaft is thickening, that first swell of a knot rising with nowhere to go. The poor alpha’s body is so wound up it's trying to tie itself off around nothing.
"Omega." Adrian’s chest heaves, as he rips open his shirt and kicks out of his shoes, showing me every inch of his powerful body.
Every careful thing about him has burned away, and whatever he's been holding down all night has him by the throat now.
Lyra whimpers when she sees Adrian’s thick cock, and her hips lift as she reaches for him with grabby hands.
I pull out of her, slowly, and she makes a broken sound at the loss.
"Shh." I press a kiss between her tits. "You're going to be so full, sweetheart. Patience."
Adrian steps into the space I've left, then he guides his cock and sinks in. The groan that tears out of him is wrecked, hours of tension pouring out on one long exhale.
Lyra arches up off the desk to take him, gasping, her heels hooking behind his back.
And I move in behind Adrian. "Eyes on our omega," I tell him as I pull off my tie and shirt. "You're going to keep fucking her through every second of what I'm about to do to you."
"Yes," Adrian moans as he goes still, waiting for me to enter him.
I toss my clothes away, then put one hand flat between his shoulder blades and press him down, folding him over her, until his chest meets her breasts and the three of us are stacked together.
Adrian goes quiet, holding his breath as I line myself up and push into him.
I'm still coated in Lyra’s slick, letting me slide right into him.
His hole is a greedy, clenching thing, sucking me in.
A tight, hot ring of muscle that resists for a second before yielding, swallowing my cock inch by inch.
Once I’m seated, Adrian moans, long and helpless, his body shuddering. And Lyra, feeling him jerk forward into her, lets out a moan so deep I feel it in the wood of the desk.
Then I start to move.
And god, the power of it. Every thrust drives through Adrian and buries him deeper into our omega. I fuck him, and he fucks her, and I'm the engine of all of it, both of my mates moving to my rhythm, both of them coming apart because of me.
The wet, slapping sound of skin on skin fills the room—my hips pounding into Adrian's ass, his balls slapping against Lyra's soaked cunt. Their moans mix together, a desperate, beautiful chorus. Wet and sharp, over and over, as I pound into both of them, the force of my thrusts making them writhe.
Soon my cock begins to swell and I lean down over Adrian's back, and sink my teeth into the meat of his shoulder. He shudders violently, clenching around me.
"We have to hurry," I growl against his skin. I have no idea how much time has passed, but that fire can only burn so long. "Are you close, baby?"