Chapter 19 Lark #2
But one look at Noah and his hopeful expression has me considering otherwise.
This man really is like a puppy dog, just like Johan said.
A psychotic assassin, too, I think. But a loyal, playful man as well.
“Please kiss me, Noah,” I say.
He throat-punches Lazarus, causing the other man to release his hold with a wheezed curse.
“Don’t fucking stop me from taking our omega ever again,” Noah growls at him. Then he grabs me and pulls me into him.
I expect him to be rough. Forceful. Overeager.
Yet his touch is unexpectedly gentle.
He barely grazes my lips with his. Then applies a hint of pressure while Lazarus coughs out another curse beside us.
I don’t know how Noah can be so violent one second and so sweet the next. But I don’t care. All I can focus on is his mouth, the way it slants over mine, and the tender way his palm cups my cheek.
It’s like he’s kissing someone for the first time. His touch is tentative. Explorative. Appreciative.
So different from Johan’s kiss, which was also soft in the beginning. Yet his arousal was potent, too. He deepened our embrace with it, owning me with his tongue and providing a demonstration in sensuality.
But Noah is taking my mouth with care. Reverence. Like he’s worshipping me with his lips.
And now his tongue, I think dizzily as he enters my mouth to tenderly explore.
It’s erotic. Slow. Thorough.
I shiver beneath him, my nipples tightening as he settles on top of me. My legs automatically part around him, my body bending to his will. Not that he’s being particularly demanding. He’s just loving me.
Which is strange to think.
How can this male already be so obsessed with me? I marvel. And why do I feel equally enamored with him? With them?
I’ve never wanted to be a mafia bride. A toy. A pretty jewel left on a pedestal to be looked at and only touched when the alphas desire it.
Yet these males haven’t made me feel that way at all.
It’s still early, I remind myself. And they did leave for three days…
That’s something I can’t forget.
Yes, Lazarus apologized. Yes, they had a good reason. But that doesn’t change what happened.
And it doesn’t mean it won’t happen again.
That’s not how I want to live my life.
“What’s bothering you?” Noah asks, his nose rubbing mine. “Talk to me, little bee. I can practically hear that mind of yours buzzing.”
I startle, surprised that he noticed. Maybe… maybe he could sense the distraction in our kiss? I frown at that idea.
Mostly because I don’t want him to think he is the issue. Because he’s not. Not really, anyway.
Which makes me feel like I owe him an explanation. I don’t want him to think he’s done anything wrong, as he hasn’t.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “It’s not anything you’ve done. I… I’m just confused.”
He pulls back to stare down at me, his brow furrowing. “What are you confused about? Talk to me. Please.”
“Us,” Lazarus murmurs. “Talk to us. Unless you would like Johan and me to leave?”
I glance at him, see the concern in his features, and nearly groan aloud.
Actually, no, I do groan.
Because this is so complicated.
And stupid.
Well, not stupid. Just… just complex?
“Maybe we should try having coffee and some food first,” Johan suggests, his words like a beacon of hope that I instantly cling to.
“Yes,” I say, emphasizing my need. “Yes, coffee. Yes.”
Noah’s expression doesn’t change.
But Lazarus’s smooths out as he nods. “We’ll arrange it for you.” He grabs Noah by the shoulder and shoves him off me. “You and I are going to go dance in the gym for a bit.”
Noah glowers at him. “If you fucking touch me one more time while I’m with my ome—”
“Our,” Lazarus growls at him, the possession in his tone making my thighs clench. “She’s our omega, Noah. Not yours. Not mine. Ours.”
“Fuck you, boss. I know what she is to us.” The words leave him on a rumble, his growl rivaling Lazarus’s and causing slick to pour out of me.
Whyyyy is this so hot? I want to moan out loud.
All I want to do is submit to them both. Go up on all fours and beg them to fuck me.
Which is precisely the problem!
This isn’t the life I desired.
I… I don’t think so, anyway.
I can’t be a kept omega. I have to do something more productive than be locked up in a tower and used for pleasure only.
“Hey,” Johan murmurs, his hand traveling up my leg as he crawls over me. “Hey, Lark. It’s okay. Let’s go shower. We need to talk about what you did to my laptop. Might as well multitask, yeah?”
My lashes flutter as I stare up at him. “Your laptop?”
He smiles. “Yeah, little hacker. My laptop.”
I frown at that. Wait… “It’s my laptop now.”
“Which is precisely what we’re going to talk about. Because I don’t remember agreeing to give it to you.”
“Then you shouldn’t have left me alone for three days,” I fire back. “Or two. However long it was, I earned that laptop due to no communication.”
He considers me for a moment. “How about I buy you a new one instead?”
I shake my head. Because now that he’s trying to take it back, I want it even more. “Buy yourself a new one. That beautiful tech is mine now.”
“I built that from parts, Lark.”
“Then you shouldn’t have left me alone with it for so long,” I tell him.
He sighs, his forehead meeting mine. “Maybe we can share it.”
Before I can reply to that, he kisses me. Not gently like Noah did, but passionately. Knowingly. Intimately.
I completely forget everything.
All I know is Johan.
His tongue.
His lips.
His hands roaming up my sides. The sheet suddenly feels too thick between us, his touch not hot enough because he’s not stroking my bare skin.
But then it all stops, and he pulls back onto his knees, straddling me. “Let’s shower, little black hat. I want to talk about that laptop.” He rolls off of me and onto Noah.
“Good luck washing all that cum off,” Noah murmurs against his ear, then nips at Johan’s neck.
“I’m never letting you top me again,” Johan informs him flatly, then continues his movements until he’s standing.
It’s then that I remember he’s naked.
Very naked.
All of them are, actually. Except Lazarus, who has on a pair of boxers.
But Noah’s comment has me looking mostly at Johan as I suddenly realize what he means about washing all the cum off of him.
He’s… he’s covered in… yep.
Wow.
Okay.
He definitely needs a shower. I… I don’t need one as much. Except to wash off the slick pooling between my legs. But something tells me that isn’t going to get any better with a shower.
“Say that again later tonight,” Noah murmurs. “We’ll see what happens, tech boy.”
“Fuck you, Noah.”
“Anytime,” he returns with a grin.
Then he grabs me by the nape and pulls me into a kiss that’s nothing like the one he gave me moments ago. This one is hot. Intentional. Violent.
Like he’s trying to stake his claim, remove all essence of Johan from my history, and ensure only Noah remains.
I can’t even respond. My tongue is simply mastered by his. Dominated. Owned.
By the time he pulls back, there’s no doubt in my mind that I’ve been utterly branded by the assassin in my bed. “You can fuck me anytime as well, pet. And I’ll happily bottom for you, too. But only you.” He brushes his lips against mine, then nuzzles my nose.
But in the next moment, his fist flies through the air, only to be caught by Lazarus’s as the alpha snarls at him. “The first time, you caught me off guard. Not this time, asshole.”
Noah snorts, then rolls off the bed like Johan did and grins like a complete loon. “Let’s play, boss.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Lazarus returns sharply.
“Excellent.” Noah practically preens. “I love it when you’re all big, bad, pissed-off alpha. You actually put up somewhat of a challenge then.”
With that, he skips—literally skips—out of the room.
I gape after him. He just taunted Lazarus Ferraro into a fight. And from the look on Lazarus’s face, he meant it when he said he was going to kill Noah. “Please don’t… actually hurt him…?” I request awkwardly, causing the mafia don to frown down at me.
“He’s going to bleed for me, princess. But I won’t permanently injure him.” He cups my cheek, his expression softening only marginally. “This is how we play, Ms. Bianchi. And it’s best you understand that now, because one day soon, you’re going to be at the center of our ring.”
Lazarus is suddenly in my space, just like Noah was seconds ago, and his mouth brushes mine.
Only, he doesn’t kiss me like the other two did.
Instead, he takes my lower lip between his teeth and nibbles just enough to make me gasp.
“We’re not easy alphas to love,” he whispers. “We’ve also never been able to put someone between us in bed. It’s too dangerous. But with you, there isn’t going to be a choice. The battle has already started. So prepare yourself, Aurora. We love a good fight. And neither of us is afraid to bleed.”
He nips me again, harder now.
I instinctively grab his nape, my nails digging into his skin. “You’d better not mark me there, alpha,” I tell him, not ready for his claim, and certainly not wanting a bloody lip.
He grins. “I already told you where I’m thinking about biting you.” He moves onto me, his cock easily lodging between my thighs as he skillfully presses into me. “Your clit is mine, darling.”
My eyes widen, and my grip tightens on his neck.
He doesn’t flinch even though I know I’m breaking the skin.
Instead, his smile merely grows wider. “You’re fucking perfect for us, princess. Our wild queen. Don’t ever feel like you have to bow to us. We want a partner, not a submissive toy.”
He claims my mouth then, forcing me to take his tongue as he drives his hips against mine.
He’s harsh. Hot. Demanding. Leaving no doubt behind about who the alpha of the pack is here.
And he’s purposely pushing me.
Suffocating me with his presence. His scent. His intent to claim.
I slice my nails down his back, leaving my own mark on his skin, wanting him to understand that I might be the omega here, but I’m not his yet.
I’ll be the first one to bite. Not him.
He growls.
I growl back.
Then I moan as he rubs his dick against my clit once more.
I’m soaked for him. For them. Writhing beneath him. Lost to the pleasure he’s inflicting through pressure alone.
He doesn’t stop, his tongue fucking my mouth as his body mimes the motion of taking me below.
He’s driving me insane. Pushing me. Forcing me into a whirlwind of sensation.
Until suddenly I’m screaming and slick is pouring from my core.
I’ve never been more ready for a knot in all my life.
Every part of me is clenching, vibrating, flying.
I’m coming, yet I feel so empty. So bereft. So needy.
And the smirk he gives me as he pulls away from me tells me he’s very aware of what he’s done. “Enjoy your shower, Ms. Bianchi,” he murmurs.
Then the bastard fucking leaves.
Forcing me to stare at his bloodied back as he walks away.
The scratches I left there glow violent and red.
Something tells me he did that on purpose just to piss off Noah.
I groan, my hands covering my face. These alphas. These dominant fucking men.
They’re going to end up killing me.
Yet I can’t even be mad about it.
In fact, I’m downright thrilled.
Lazarus said he and Noah have never shared a lover because it’s dangerous. That should terrify me. But all I can think is, Challenge accepted. I’m yours…