Chapter 23 #2
All of my scent matches have demonstrated patience, but Johan’s understanding and compassion seem to exist on an entirely different level.
Even now, he’s observing me with a note of calmness in his expression.
A calmness that’s undermined by the heat in his gaze.
He wants this. He wants me. But he will absolutely restrain himself if he needs to.
It’s with that knowledge that I lean toward him—just like Noah told me to—and reach for his belt.
Johan’s hand covers mine, his touch warm and tense against my skin. “Be sure, Lark.”
“I am,” I answer without hesitation. “I can do this.”
His eyes hold mine for a beat, his pupils dilating with exquisite need.
Then his touch slowly leaves me, letting me complete the task of freeing his erection.
Granted, Noah only told me to unzip Johan’s pants. But I’m an overachiever. And I’m determined to prove to my pack that I can do this. That I can take them. That I can multitask.
I don’t wait for Noah to issue another command. I simply grasp Johan by the knot—which is slightly smaller than Noah’s—and bend down to put him in my mouth.
My lips stretch around his girth, but I’m going to do this right. So I think about how he took Lazarus that first night and force myself to take him as deep as I can.
And gag.
Holy fuck.
I yank myself back up, sputtering.
Which results in Noah chuckling behind me, a sound that really grates on my nerves as I cough in surprise.
“You have to relax your throat before you do that,” he says, his chest meeting my back as he moves in the chair to wrap himself around me. “Here, I’ll help you.” His fingers thread through my hair. “Part those lips again for me, pet.”
I nearly hiss at him instead.
But a drop of precum forms on Johan’s head, causing me to stop breathing. I’ve never tasted a man in this way before. And I suddenly need to taste Johan. Like, more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
So I part my lips, just like Noah asked, and let him guide me forward to take Johan into my mouth.
Except Noah won’t let me go as far as I want. He holds me so all I have between my lips is Johan’s tip.
“Swirl your tongue around him, pet,” Noah tells me. “Show him how much you appreciate his cock. Make him fucking beg for more.”
I look up at Johan and he stares back, his eyes even more heated than before. It’s like I’m the most important being in his universe, his own personal sun.
I just want to bathe in his adoration. And make him moan…
So I do what Noah demands, using my tongue to tease Johan. A curse leaves him, his muscles flexing along his arms as his grasp tightens on the table.
“Want more?” Noah asks.
I try to nod, but his grip in my hair holds me steady.
Which is when I realize the question was for Johan because he answers, “Yes. Please.”
“Yes, please, what?” Noah murmurs, his tone utterly casual despite his dick being buried inside me.
And something about that makes me want to push him to lose his mind the way Johan appears to be doing right now.
I clench my inner walls, curious.
Causing Noah to release a breath right by my ear. “Patience, pet.”
Mmm, no, I decide, doing it again as I try to move my head forward to take more of Johan.
Noah curses. “So fucking eager. But I’m in charge here, little bee. Now swirl that tongue around his fucking cock like a good girl, and I’ll let you take more of him.”
I growl.
Which causes Johan to groan.
Yet Noah merely chuckles. “Do as I say, and you’ll be rewarded with more precum.”
His words are a taunt, one that has me obeying because I really do want to taste more of Johan. I’ve only experienced a little bit, the salty flavor not nearly enough to satisfy my craving.
“Beautiful, pet,” Noah murmurs. “Wrap your hand around his knot and give it a squeeze.”
I do.
And moan when more of Johan’s essence touches my tongue.
“Yes, little bee. Just like that.” He pushes my head down more. “Okay, pet, relax your throat and hum a little.”
I obey.
And Johan’s cock jumps in my mouth as a growl echoes through his chest. “Fuuuck.”
Noah releases a noise of contentment. “Our omega’s made for this, isn’t she? Taking our cocks together, pleasuring us with her mouth and pussy.” He kisses my neck, my pulse throbbing in response. “Want me to help her take more?”
“Yes,” Johan whispers, his eyes meeting mine again. “Yes.”
I tighten my grip on his knot, loving the way more cum enters my mouth.
“Try rotating your wrist a little, too,” Noah instructs me. “And take as deep a breath as you can.”
When I move to pull back and breathe, he holds me in place.
“Through your nose, Aurora,” he tells me. “You need to learn how to inhale while you have a cock in your mouth. It’s going to be a very important skill in our pack.”
My thighs clench, his dirty words doing something to me.
I shouldn’t like what he’s saying. I should probably be pissed that he assumes I’ll be doing this often.
But I rather hope he’s right.
Because this feels amazing.
And I really don’t want to ever stop.
“Perfect,” he whispers as I inhale. “Now hold your breath and try not to tense.”
He pushes me down on Johan, causing the other man to hiss. His head falls back, his pleasure written in his features.
“See how much he likes this?” Noah says, his voice still low. “You’re making him feel so fucking good right now, pet.” His lips caress my neck, then move into my hair. “It’s making me want to hold you just like this and drive into your slick cunt while you choke on his cock.”
Knuckles brush my cheek, causing my gaze to flick to the side, where Lazarus has moved to stand right beside us. “You look beautiful, Ms. Bianchi,” he murmurs, his praise making my clit pulse in response.
“She feels fucking amazing, too,” Noah growls.
“I can imagine,” Lazarus murmurs, leaning against the table beside Johan, close enough for their arms to touch. “Are you going to make her swallow?”
I’m not sure whom the question is for, but Noah answers, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Johan merely groans, his head still tossed back in pleasure, but Lazarus threads his fingers through Johan’s hair and forces him to focus on me. “Watch our omega,” the don murmurs. “She’s working hard for you. Let her see how much you like it.”
Somehow I feel like Johan and I are both being dominated right now.
Maybe because we are.
I don’t know.
But I love it. So much so that I clamp down on Noah’s cock.
He growls against my ear, then thrusts up into me with so much force that I gasp. “If you’re going to hug me like that, I’m going to fuck you,” he says, doing it again. “Laz, take over our multitasking training.”
Noah’s hand leaves my hair, only to be replaced by Lazarus’s.
Then Noah grabs my hips and starts driving into me with abandon while Lazarus forces me to take more of Johan into my mouth.
I feel trapped.
Full.
Owned.
I don’t know what to do. My hands are suddenly on Johan’s thighs like I might try to push myself away from him. But instead I dig my nails into his silky pants and moan as Noah hits my G-spot.
Oh God… None of my prior experiences involved that sensation. I thought it was a myth. But no, it’s… it’s definitely… Ohhhh…
My eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head, but a tug from Lazarus’s hand commands my focus. “Hollow your cheeks, princess. Yeah, just like that. Now breathe in and hold.”
He shoves me down even more than Noah did, making me gag around Johan.
But there’s nowhere to go.
I’m forced to embrace it, to swallow around Johan, to just endure the contractions in my throat.
Then he pulls me back and tells me to inhale.
I do so noisily, only to be driven back down again while Noah ruts into me. I don’t even know how he’s doing that from the chair, but his strong body is moving with mine while Lazarus controls my head.
“Good?” Lazarus asks.
I’m not sure how to respond, nor am I sure if I’m good or not.
But then Johan says, “So fucking good.”
Ugh, why is that so hot? I wonder, panting as Lazarus lets me breathe again. There’s something undeniably sexy about these men talking to each other as they fuck me.
“Touch your clit,” Noah tells me. “Pinch it for me, pet.”
My insides burn with his request, my body on fire for him. On fire for Johan. On fire for Lazarus.
This is insanity.
I love it.
I don’t want it to ever end.
And as my finger finds my clit, my world ignites beneath another wave of fiery heat.
“So obedient.” Noah kisses my neck, his mouth closer to my nape now as he angles my hips in a way that allows him to fuck me even harder.
I feel like I would fall right now if he and Lazarus weren’t holding me. I’m so precariously perched. Speared by two cocks. Trapped in a pack of alphas.
I’m dizzy from the realization that this is somehow my reality.
Overwhelmed by the sensations that knowledge provokes deep inside me.
And lost to the male growls filling the air.
Johan’s jaw is clenched tight, his eyes on me. I release my death grip on his thigh so I can grab his knot again, squeezing it and twisting the way Noah told me to.
It’s clearly the right thing to do because Johan groans, then reaches for my nape to hold me to him. “I’m going to come.”
“Swallow it,” Noah demands, pumping into me. “Don’t waste any of that precious seed, Aurora.”
“I’ll make sure she swallows,” Lazarus says, his grip on my hair unrelenting. “Deep breath, princess. You’re going to need it.”
I do, but before I can finish, Johan is already releasing his essence into my mouth. I nearly inhale it, causing panic to quicken my pulse.
“Shh,” Lazarus hushes, pulling me back a little to give me time as Johan’s seed spills onto my tongue. “Swallow, Ms. Bianchi.”
I obey him because his tone demands me to.
But I’m not sure how much I can take with so little air in my lungs.
He must see that because he pulls me back suddenly, making me sputter as I gulp in air. Then he’s there on his knees, finishing the job for me and making Johan growl in response.
Lazarus still has a grip on my hair, though, forcing me to remain close as Johan completes his climax.
“We’ll work on it,” Noah says softly, his pace slowing.
I’m mad that I messed up.
Angry that I couldn’t take all of Johan’s seed.
But before I can fully embrace the emotion, Lazarus is suddenly kissing me and forcing the essence into my mouth with his tongue.
Startled, I swallow on instinct. Then moan when I realize he didn’t take over for me but is helping me to finish it.
I kiss him with a fervor, trying to gain every drop of Johan’s essence, needing to keep him inside me. To feel his intimate claim.
“That’s it, pet,” Noah murmurs, his hand reaching around to replace my own as he thrums my clit. “Take all the seed like a good fucking omega.” He thrusts into me with the words, making me moan into Lazarus’s mouth again.
I’m so overwhelmed.
So utterly captivated by these men.
So turned on I can hardly breathe…
“Going to knot this honeyed pussy now,” Noah grunts out, pistoning his hips into mine. “Take it, Aurora. Take. It.”
I scream as he explodes, his knot shooting out of his cock to latch onto me deep inside, the sensation so different from all the toys I’ve played with throughout the years.
God, those toys were nothing compared to the real deal.
I’m instantly thrown into a spiraling climax, one that makes the world spin and my vision dim.
It’s dark.
Then light.
And so impactful that I forget to breathe.
But Lazarus is there, kissing me still, grounding me, helping me feel.
His palm is on my breast.
His fingers tweaking my nipple.
While Noah plays between my legs, stroking my sensitive bud and forcing me to spiral some more.
I fall into another state of existence.
Oblivion possesses my mind, body, and spirit.
My heart ceases to beat. Then jump-starts with a new rhythm. One that sounds mysteriously like pack, pack, pack.
I haven’t claimed these alphas yet, but they’re very clearly mine. In the same vein that I’m theirs.
And we’ve only just begun to play…