Behind Locked Doors #2
‘Yes." He's panting, his hips snapping into Lyra on every one of my strokes. "I know, I'm close, I'm so close—"
"Don't knot her." I drive in harder, and he grunts. "There's no time. You hear me? Don't you dare knot her."
"I won't." He's wrecked, barely words. "I won't, I won't. I—"
Lyra comes first.
She goes off with a scream, her body seizing, and I feel her come through both of them, her release wringing a strangled sound out of Adrian. He follows her over on the next stroke, spilling into her, his back bowing under my hands, his shoulder still caught in my teeth.
And the feel of the two of them clenching and shaking and coming apart in front of me finally drags me under with them.
I bury myself as deep as I can, and press the base of my knot against Adrian's tight ring of muscle, but I don't push it in. There's no time to lock us together, and coming without that pressure is its own kind of agony.
My knot swells against him with nowhere to go, the pressure building sharp and unbearable, and I groan through my teeth as I let go, spilling into him. It should feel like release, but without the squeeze my orgasm aches, my whole body straining for something it can't have.
I reach down and wrap a fist around my own knot, gripping hard, giving my body the pressure it's screaming for. Relief cracks through the pain, and I wince, riding it out.
Then I feel Adrian shift beneath me. His arm works down between his body and Lyra's, and I know he’s doing the exact same thing.
"Fuck," Adrian snarls, then he lowers his head into Lyra’s neck.
Her arms come around the alpha, holding him to her, caressing his neck and shoulders.
For a moment nobody moves. The only sound is the three of us breathing, and the far-off chaos of the party, and the faint crackle of something still burning somewhere in this house.
I press my forehead to the back of Adrian's neck and breathe.
Get it together. It’s time to go.
Forcing myself to move, I ease out of Adrian slowly, then reach down to spread him open with my thumbs, taking one quick look at the mess I've made of him.
My cum slides out of his used hole, and something possessive rolls through me at the sight.
I want nothing more than to drop to my knees and lap it up, but instead I make myself back off and give him room.
Adrian pulls out of Lyra, then stumbles backward, giving me a clear view of our girl.
Her pussy is swollen and gaping, cum and slick smeared everywhere. A thick line of it is already leaking out of her and pooling on the dark wood of the desk. When she shifts to sit up, more of it gushes out, falling over the edge of the desk and trickling toward the floor in a slow drip.
I squeeze my knot one more time at the sight, and a last spurt jerks from the tip, splattering right on that fancy rug. I shudder through it, my body wrung out.
Adrian's already moving. He tucks his cock away and yanks his slacks up, then he scoops Lyra's dress off the wrecked couch and brings it to her. He helps her into it, working the straps up her shoulders, gentle with her now that the frenzy's spent, while I take my time getting dressed.
My heart is still slamming when Lyra finally bends down and buckles the little sandals at her ankles. Then she straightens, and looks around.
Her honey-brown eyes go wide at the mess we’ve made.
At the couch she gutted, its stuffing scattered across the fancy rug. At the shattered decanter and the papers strewn everywhere. Then at the desk and the fluids, the three of us left running down the side of it.
Her face goes scarlet and her shoulders curl inward. I feel deep shame gripping her all at once, the old reflex to shrink and apologize.
Not tonight.
I move to her and grip her chin, tipping her face up until she has no choice but to look at me. And I do something I've never done to her. Something I swore I'd never do to any omega without good reason.
"Listen to me, omega." I let my alpha voice settle under the words, low and absolute.
"You are not allowed to feel bad about a single thing that happened in this room.
None of it." I hold her gaze, I raise my voice, making sure my words hold for as long as possible.
"For the rest of tonight, you will only feel the excitement, and the relief, and nothing else. Do you understand me?"
I watch the command land.
Her pupils go wide, then the tension bleeds out of her shoulders all at once, the shame smoothing off her face like a hand wiped it away. It won't hold. A command like this never does, it'll wear thin in a few hours, and she'll have to make her own peace with tonight the way the rest of us do.
But for now, for tonight, I want my omega to walk out of this house feeling good.
"Yes, alpha," she breathes.
And she smiles, and I can’t help but do the same. "Good girl." I lean down and kiss her lips once. "Are you ready to go?"
She nods, the movement clumsy.
"You got everything?" Adrian asks as he takes Lyra’s hand.
I nod, then we head out. The heavy door makes a thunking sound when I unlock it, then push it open.
The faint scent of smoke still lingers in the air. There’s no music, but I can definitely hear the sound of raised voices all overlapping one another. I pull out my phone and quickly text Mack and Owen, telling them to meet me by the door.
We move quickly through the house, back the way we came, Lyra's hand tucked in Adrian's and my own hand light at the small of her back. She's loose and easy as she floats down the hallway, still riding my command.
We come out into the grand entryway, and I pull up short.
Lavinia's near the front doors with her back to the hall, her attention fixed entirely on Mack. A small cluster of guests drifts in around the edges of it, watching from around the corner. She hasn't clocked them either. She thinks this is private.
"How dare you," Lavinia snarls.