Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
LARK
Johan kisses a path up my body, his lips near my ear. “We all value consent, Lark. If you’re not ready for Noah, tell him. He’ll understand. That’s why he’s giving you a choice.”
I love what he’s saying and that these men are ensuring my comfort.
But I didn’t start this dance with Noah just to back down in the end.
I want to blow his mind. Make him realize I’m the right omega to match his brand of crazy. And prove that I’m not afraid of his knot or anything he could do to me.
He’s dangerous. Deadly. Psychotic.
Yet I don’t fear him at all.
Threading my fingers through Johan’s hair, I pull him into a kiss, one that I hope demonstrates my confidence and intentions.
I don’t want him to think I feel coaxed into this.
I want Noah. I want all of them.
But it’s Noah’s knot I’m going to take first.
“I’m ready,” I tell Johan. Just the admission out loud is enough to cause my insides to squeeze.
I’m still coming down from the climax Noah and Johan gave me. Yet I’m already preparing for another.
It’s like I’m insatiable.
And maybe I am.
These alphas have been driving me crazy since we met. This moment feels inevitable. They’re my scent matches. Of course I want them. It’s only natural.
That I’ve managed to hold back this long is a miracle.
But I’m done fighting this pull.
Instead, I’m going to let them have me. Keep me. Knot me.
I kiss Johan again, his lips and tongue addictive. He’s not gentle, but he isn’t harsh either. He’s just perfect. The way he treats me like an equal, not a toy. The way he makes me feel alive. The way he’s tender while also ensuring that I know he’s not afraid to push a little harder.
So very different from Noah and Lazarus, both of whom have their own flavors of sensuality.
Yet somehow all three of these alphas are meant to be mine.
I’m no longer terrified. I’m elated.
Maybe it’s the captivity that’s changed my mind. But I don’t think it’s that at all. It’s simply them.
Johan palms my cheek, his forehead meeting mine. “I’m here if you need me,” he says against my lips.
Then he rolls to the side and sits up.
I swallow, suddenly feeling exposed without his body covering mine.
But one glance at Noah causes heat to swathe my being.
He has his hand on his cock, lazily gliding it up and down while watching me.
“I haven’t chosen yet,” I tell him, glaring at his movements. “That isn’t my choice.”
He arches a brow. “You saying I can’t touch myself, little bee?”
“I’m saying that knot is mine,” I tell him, feeling possessive and pissed off that he’s starting without me.
It’s irrational. On some level, I recognize that.
But I can’t focus on that right now.
Because this feels like a test I’ve failed.
He issued a challenge and doesn’t think I can follow through.
And that pisses me off.
I slide off the table with purpose and move to straddle him. “Put your hands on my hips.”
“Yes, omega,” he murmurs, doing exactly as he’s told.
“Don’t help me.” I want to prove I can handle him without assistance. It’s important.
He needs to know I can do this. That I want this.
Although, my confidence wavers a bit as I reach between us and realize I can’t wrap my whole hand around his thick shaft.
I allow myself a moment to stall, my fingers tracing the dragon tattooed into his skin. “Did this hurt?” I ask in a whisper, hoping he doesn’t hear the quiver in my voice.
“No.” His hand leaves my hip, almost causing me to protest, but he grasps my chin to pull my attention up to his face. “You’re built to take me, little bee. To take us.”
Ugh, I hate that he can see through me. He shouldn’t know me this well yet.
Only, I feel like I know him, too.
That I can read him just as well as he reads me.
Because there’s a hint of vulnerability in his expression, like he’s worried I might decide not to do this. To not be with him. To run away.
And I don’t think that concern is related to any sort of perceived cowardice on my part.
He seems to be more worried that I might reject him.
Because I didn’t accept his proposal? I wonder, searching his expression. Does he think I’m afraid of him?
“Aurora?” he murmurs, studying me like I’m studying him. “Tell me what you need, little bee.”
I lean in and kiss him, showing him rather than telling him that I want him. That all I need is this. Him.
My insane alpha.
So gentle with me, something I assume is an anomaly. Because there’s nothing gentle about this male. He’s a killer. An assassin. A being without scruples.
However, his tongue is hesitant in my mouth now. Coaxing, even. Like he’s trying to evaluate my limits and tease me into taking more.
I release his cock so I can grasp either side of his face, then settle in his lap, my heated center right up against his groin.
He groans, the intimate kiss of our mutual arousal fueling the connection formed between our mouths.
Everything around us melts away as I simply exist with him.
And our embrace turns hotter.
Heavier.
More intentional.
His tongue is no longer tentative, but masterful. Teaching me. Owning me. Possessing me.
All of it just makes me wetter, causing my thighs to clench around his hips. At some point, he moved the chair arms up and out of the way, allowing me to fully straddle him. It’s like this chair was made for sex.
I don’t think that’s the case.
But we’re about to make use of it in that manner anyway.
Keeping my lips connected to him, I slide my hand down again to grab his knot. He growls a little against my mouth, the sound reverberating through me in an arousing caress. “Noah,” I breathe.
“Aurora,” he returns, the r’s a rumble as he growls once more.
“This is my first time touching a knot,” I tell him, wanting him to be aware that he’s getting one of the firsts now, since it seems to be a point of contention that he hasn’t had one yet. “Now I’m going to put you inside me.”
Or I’m going to attempt to…
He’s just so big.
Hot.
Heavy.
And pulsing.
I can feel his knot preparing for me, the bulb seeming to vibrate against my palm as I lift to angle him toward my entrance.
There’s a subtle growl from one of the other alphas in the room. Lazarus, I think. But I’m too consumed by Noah to look.
One challenge at a time, I decide, wincing as Noah’s head slides into me. God, this is never going to fit… He’s too big. Too wide. And there’s so much more of him to take.
I start to come back off of him, but his hand leaves my face to grab my hip once more. “Take a deep breath for me, little bee,” he says, his voice stern, his dominance resolute.
“Noah…”
“Now, Aurora,” he demands.
I swallow. Then force my lungs to inflate.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now exhale.”
I begin to obey, only for the air to leave me on a scream as he thrusts up into me. “Noah!” It comes out part shriek, part whine. Fury, surprise, and a hint of terror all underline his name.
Because I can’t fucking believe he did that.
I want to kill him.
Except… except he’s purring.
And I rather like that sound. It calms my raging emotions, causing me to melt into him.
It’s then that I realize he’s stroking my back, helping me to relax. His lips are at my ear, telling me how good I feel around his cock, how proud he is of me for taking him. “And soon, you’ll take Laz, too.” He kisses my temple. “We’re going to double-knot you, pet.”
I pull back, alarmed.
“Not today,” he says with a smile. “I’m not ready to share you with that asshole yet.”
Lazarus releases a low sound of warning, one that has Noah chuckling.
“Don’t worry, boss. I’ll help her learn how to multitask for you.” The fullness inside me suddenly disappears, causing me to yelp as Noah spins me around in his lap.
“What are you—”
My words cut off on a yelp as he slams into me again, this time from behind.
I’m pretty sure I see stars.
Or fly to the heavens.
I… I don’t even know.
He’s inside me again, but I’m somehow fuller now.
And I’m looking at Johan.
He moved to take over my “seat,” though his feet are planted on the floor and he’s leaning back against the table for support.
His gaze is between my legs, his hands gripping the wood so hard that the muscles of his exposed forearms are bulging. I’m not sure when he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, but I’m a fan.
I like the view almost as much as the bulge in his pants.
Noah moves below me, his hands guiding my hips up and almost off of him, only to yank me right back down. “Fuuuuck,” he groans as a gasp leaves my lips.
Fuck indeed, I marvel, dizzy from the way he’s filling me at this angle. It’s the fullest I’ve ever been.
And all I can think is There is absolutely no way these alphas are double-knotting me.
My body can’t take that.
Noah’s hands slide up my sides, reaching around to grasp my breasts. Then he pulls me until my back is against his chest. “Ready for your lesson, pet?” he asks against my ear.
“Hasn’t it already started?” I breathe, feeling utterly exposed and very much on display for both Johan and Lazarus.
“Mmm, not quite,” Noah murmurs. “You’ve taken a cock in your pussy before. Now you’re going to take a knot—my knot. And you’re going to let Johan fuck your mouth while I fuck your cunt.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“Laz wants you to learn how to multitask,” he says, kissing my throat. “So that’s your first lesson—taking two knots at once. Now be a good pet and lean forward to unzip Johan’s pants.”
All the hairs rise along my arms.
I thought the challenge was to take Noah’s knot. But he just changed the game.
And rather than wanting to say no, I want to blow his mind by excelling at the task.
Which means pleasuring Johan with my mouth.
Something I’ve never done before.
I lick my lips and look up at the other man. His eyes are on my face now, not between my thighs, his gaze reassuring.
He won’t make me do this if I don’t want to. He also won’t force me to take more than I physically can.
That actually makes him the right alpha for my first time doing this.