Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
JOHAN
Fuck. I know that look.
Laz is about to devour me.
I should stop him. Tell him to give Lark more time to get to know us before dragging her into the devil’s lair. But I’m too depleted to try.
The last few days have been exhausting.
Arousing.
Savage.
My emotions are shot. My body is tired. And all I want right now is a good fucking orgasm.
Which I know Laz can provide.
He’s an outlet that sets my soul on fire. He knows exactly how to make me feel alive. How to make me submit. How to make me plead.
His dark eyes hold mine, burning me with his intentions.
Only for Noah to burst through the door with a bang that ripples through the space.
Fuck.
I should have anticipated he would come for me, too.
The darkness between the three of us is spiraling out of control, the carnage from the last few days tipping us over into dangerous waters. We were already balancing on the edge, knocked entirely off-kilter by finding our scent match.
Then Bastian fucking Ricci had to go and try to kill me.
For reasons we don’t yet know or understand. Because the fucker wouldn’t talk. When it became clear that nothing Noah was going to do would force him to reveal his secrets, Noah simply ended him.
Which means Stefano Ricci is due for a visit. He needs to answer for his brother’s sins.
“You’d better fucking be ready for me,” Noah says before rounding the corner and coming into view. I only knew he was the one who entered before because no one else would ever be bold enough to barge into my room without knocking.
Well, Laz does it, too.
But Laz was already here, meaning only one other alpha could be responsible for that brazen entry into my space.
An alpha who freezes on the threshold as he finds the three of us already in bed.
Me in a towel.
Laz in his slacks and dress shirt—with his fucking shoes on my bed.
Lark wearing a silky little outfit that I want to rip off with my teeth.
Meanwhile, Noah is naked.
Stark. Naked.
And very fucking hard.
“Oh, fuck yes. Our little bee has come out to play?”
“Aurora was just getting some work done and intending to leave,” Laz cuts in, his body moving on the bed to block Lark from Noah’s hungry eyes.
Not because he wants to stop her from drinking her fill of Noah’s exquisite form—which I definitely caught her doing—but to stop the enforcer from pouncing on our omega. “Isn’t that right, princess?”
Lark looks at Laz, then down at the computer. She hits Send on the files she was compiling for her friend Aries, then closes the laptop. Going to her knees, I fully expect her to make a hasty exit.
But instead, she reaches across me—an action that brings her alluring body exceptionally close to my erection—and sets the laptop on the nightstand.
Then she plops right back down with a “Nope.”
Laz glances back at her with a frown. “Excuse me?”
“Nope,” she enunciates clearly. “I was not intending to leave at all. In fact, I think I’m going to stay right here.”
My lips twitch at her defiance.
However, the reality begins to play out as Noah walks purposely toward the bed and says, “Excellent. I’ll come to you.”
He places a knee on the bed, and Laz moves to intercept him. “She’s not ready for this.”
“Then talk me through it,” Lark says before Noah can respond. “Tell me what to expect so I can prepare myself.”
I blink, surprised. The little show of disobedience made sense—she wanted to piss Laz off by not playing along with his commentary.
But this… this is entirely different.
I expected her to hightail it out of here at the first show of aggression. Only, now I’m not sure she understands what’s about to happen.
“Lark,” I start, swallowing. “The mood the three of us are in… it’s not safe for you here right now.”
She glances at me. “I’ll be the judge of that, thank you.”
Laz again looks back at her, studies her face, and shrugs before returning to the space beside her. “Fine.” His focus goes to Noah. “Demonstrate on Johan so Aurora can learn what to expect.”
The enforcer narrows his gaze. But then his concentration shifts to me, and he begins to prowl.
Fuck.
I’m not wearing much, having grabbed a towel after the quickest shower of my life and barely wrapped it around my hips.
“Actually,” Laz interjects, causing Noah to snarl as he swings his attention to the taunting alpha. “Johan, our enforcer saved your life. Do you wish to thank him?”
I wish to do a lot of things.
Punch Laz.
Taste Lark.
Kiss Noah…
Maybe in that order.
No. Not in that order. Tasting Lark is definitely at the top. But I like Laz’s suggestion that we show her what she’s getting into with us.
The episode on the plane was just a way to take the edge off. Laz was violent, but he can do a lot more damage than simply fucking my throat.
And Noah… God, Noah is a damn sadist. He loves pain.
Which is why I know exactly how he would like to be thanked.
Not with my mouth. Not with my hands. But with my submission.
He’ll want to use me.
Raw.
I’ll let him because I owe him my life. And because I know this is what he needs. But it’s going to fucking hurt.
“I don’t need gratitude,” Noah growls, coming toward me again. “Knowing you’re okay is all that I need right now, boy genius.” The variation of his nickname for me rolls off his tongue a second before he grabs me and yanks me into him.
It’s rough.
It’s hot.
It’s overwhelming.
But I give in to his touch and open my mouth for his punishing kiss.
Except he’s surprisingly gentle. Like he’s trying to soothe me. Or maybe he’s soothing himself. Reassuring himself that I’m okay.
But as his tongue continues to stroke mine, I come up with a third possibility. One that has to do with the honeyed slick permeating the air.
Laz told Noah to demonstrate on me, to show Lark what he would do to her.
And Noah is doing just that—he’s showing that even in his violent state, he’ll be careful with her. Sensitive. Gentle.
He’s never kissed me like this before, and I’m not sure I like it. This isn’t how we fuck. This is… this is how he loves.
I yank back from him, my gaze narrowing. “That kiss isn’t meant for me.”
“I know.”
“Then stop and kiss me.” I don’t want to take away from Lark’s experience. That embrace is meant for the two of them. And while Laz may have implied that’s what he wanted Noah to do, it’s not what Noah needs to do. “Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me or fuck off.”
“You trying to tell me what to do, tech boy?”
Again with the damn nickname. Noah is always switching it up, using different versions to suit his mood.
But he’s not going to distract me from my point. “I’m trying to remind you who you’re touching, asshole.”
“I know who I’m touching,” he says, narrowing his gaze.
“Then why the fuck are you being so gentle?”
“Gentle?” he repeats, the word a low rumble of sound as he wraps his palm around my nape to give it a violent squeeze. “I’m not fucking gentle.”
“Prove it,” I growl.
And I’m on my back in the next second with his big body hovering over me. The towel is gone, his hand having ripped it out from between us so he could settle his dick right next to mine.
His palm moves from the back of my neck to my throat, his grip punishing as he bends down to take my mouth with his.
This is how Noah usually takes me—with his fucking teeth.
Kissing me so hard that I bleed. He loves the taste of it, his tongue swiping at my lip because he dives in to destroy me.
Only a small gasp from right beside me causes him to pull back and evaluate Lark. His expression is positively feral, yet his hazel eyes soften a bit as he looks at her. “Am I scaring you, little bee?” he whispers, the question so unexpected that I freeze beneath him.
I can’t breathe, his grasp cutting off my airway.
Yet he’s speaking to her tenderly, asking if she’s frightened.
But she shakes her head, then leans toward him.
Fucking. Leans. Toward. Him.
Like she wants to kiss him, too.
He notices. Because his nostrils flare. And his grip loosens just enough for me to breathe.
“You like the violence, pet?” he asks softly. “You want me to tongue-fuck your pussy like I’m kissing Johan?”
That brown-sugar-and-honey aroma grows, her slick likely saturating her silky shorts by now.
And fuck, that makes me so damn hard. I just want to roll into her and rub all over her.
But I’m trapped by Noah’s muscular form.
“Ask nicely, and I’ll give you whatever you want,” he goes on. “Or maybe Laz will eat you out while I fuck Johan.”
Her mouth parts, her tongue sneaking out to dampen her bottom lip.
Noah’s chest vibrates in response, not with a purr but with a growl, and suddenly he’s kissing me again. Brutally.
I give back just as fiercely, pressing my hips up into his. He reaches between us, his fist wrapping around my cock and giving it a savage pump.
Precum leaks from my tip on command, and I know exactly what he plans to do with it.
I pant against his mouth as he reaches beneath me to shove a finger into my ass without prep, the burn making me flinch.
“Aurora,” Laz murmurs conversationally. “There’s some lube in the drawer over there. I suspect Johan would appreciate you grabbing that for Noah to use.”
I feel the bed moving, her heat disappearing, and I half expect her to leave the room. But then I hear her opening the drawer of the same nightstand she set the laptop on.
Rather than hand it to Noah and leave, she climbs back onto the bed, situates herself right next to me again, and says, “Noah.” Her voice is soft but steady.
The big man pulls his lips from mine and looks at our omega. “Yes, my love?”
She shivers, the vibration one I feel against me. “I have some lube for you.”
“I would much prefer the slick between your thighs,” he replies. “Maybe you can slip your fingers into your wet cunt, then help me prepare Johan’s ass for my knot.”
My eyes widen.
And Lark releases a shuddering breath.
“Use the lube,” Laz tells Noah. “She’s watching tonight, not participating.”