Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
LARK
Johan isn’t as long as Noah, but he’s thick and impactful as he thrusts into me.
In and out.
Allowing me to become accustomed to his size. His pace. His heat.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, then to my neck, before placing his lips near my ear. “You okay, sweetheart?”
I groan and shake my head. “No.”
He stills, then starts to pull out of me.
I reach back to grab his hip. “You’re not moving enough,” I whine at him. “Fuck me, Johan. Don’t be gentle. I want—”
He slams into me, causing my back to arch as a scream of approval leaves me.
“That,” I breathe. “That. Yes. More.”
He chuckles against my ear, his hand covering mine on his hip, then he begins to truly fuck me right over the table.
I’m not even sure how I ended up in this position.
Oh, wait, no… Noah dared me to bend over…
More like challenged me, actually.
And I’m very okay with it.
“Mmm, I think we need to move this party to the couch,” Noah says. “I want to lick her pussy while you fuck her.”
A moan escapes in response to his words, my body going up in flames at the picture he’s painting.
And then it’s suddenly becoming a potential reality as Johan slips out of me, flips me around, and lifts me into the air to carry me over to a cushioned area of the conference room.
I wrap my legs around his hips and kiss him while he walks, my slick center right up against his groin.
Just like in the shower.
Only better because he’s rubbing my clit with the head of his cock. Kissing me deeply. Holding me tightly. Purring heavily.
It’s perfect.
It’s hypnotic.
It’s exceptionally arousing.
But just when I think it can’t get any hotter, Noah takes me from Johan’s arms and holds me against his pulsing knot.
I shudder, then sigh as his tongue slides into my mouth for a long, deep embrace. I thread my fingers through his silky hair, loving that his long strands are wild and loose. I’ve only ever seen him with his red hair tied back. But not now. He’s untamed. Free. Feral.
“Sit on the couch, Johan,” he says against my mouth. “I’ll give you her pussy in a minute.”
He shifts our hips and thrusts into me, making me groan with delight. But then he leaves me bare and wanting a moment later and starts to lower me to the floor.
Only it’s not the floor I feel beneath me, but Johan’s lap.
His hands clasp my hips as he guides me, his arousal waiting for mine. Noah goes to his knees to help, grabbing Johan’s knot to properly angle his dick, and suddenly he’s inside me, filling the space Noah just did.
This is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Unlike any sort of reality I could fathom.
My alphas are moving me in ways I didn’t know I could be moved.
But I’m too lust-drunk to contemplate their methods.
My legs are straddling Johan, my back to his front, and he’s thrusting up into me with a force that leaves me winded.
“Grab her throat,” Noah tells Johan. “And hold her back. I want to feast.”
“Happily,” Johan murmurs, his palm moving up to my neck as his opposite hand goes to my breast. “You good, Lark?” he breathes against my ear.
I swallow. “Yeah.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Just talk to me if that changes.” He kisses my temple, then tweaks my nipple right as Noah takes my clit into his mouth.
My insides clamp down around Johan, causing him to groan deep in his chest.
“Fuck, make her do that again,” he says, pushing up into me.
Noah does by using his tongue to swirl my bud, followed by a light nibble from his teeth.
Warmth and need spiral through me, making me squirm on Johan’s lap.
I feel so full. So pent up. So ready.
Which is insane. I’ve already come more than once. I usually only achieve multiple orgasms while in heat. Yet these alphas are about to prove that my body can take so much more than I’ve ever imagined.
My estrus is going to be explosive in the best way, I marvel, moaning as Noah licks me again. His hand is near Johan’s knot, doing something to it as he pleasures me with his mouth.
The sensations are intense.
The warmth is overwhelming.
Yet I feel safe. Cherished. Properly taken care of.
These alphas are driving me to a precipice I’ve never before experienced.
And I welcome it. Them. Their world. Everything.
“I can feel your orgasm building around my cock,” Johan whispers. “The way you’re squeezing me… Fuck, Lark. I’m going to explode with you.”
Noah growls in agreement, his fingers massaging Johan’s knot as he continues to abuse my clit with his tongue and teeth.
Everything inside me tenses, my veins suddenly on fire.
Johan releases my breast and grasps my chin, then tilts my head back and to the side. “Kiss me while you come, Lark.” His lips brush mine. Then he claims me with his mouth, and my world explodes.
He swallows my screams, but in the next moment, he’s growling out his own release. I moan as his knot shoots into me, attaching to that place deep within that Noah recently occupied.
It feels similar. Yet different. Both alphas bringing their own intensity and size and touch.
I shudder, my body writhing in waves of pleasure that feel unending.
I’ll never be the same after this.
These alphas have ruined me for the future, guaranteeing that the only ones who will ever be able to inflict this kind of ecstasy on me are them.
Only them.
My pack.
My men.
“I need your mouth, pet,” Noah says, his fingers suddenly in my hair and taking my lips away from Johan.
Except it isn’t Noah’s mouth that meets mine. It’s his cock.
Which I now realize he’s been stroking.
His hand is on his knot while his other is in my hair, guiding me forward.
“Try to swallow,” he murmurs, feeding me his engorged dick just as he begins to come.
I nearly inhale instead, my own orgasm still rocking through me. But I do my best to take his seed the way he wants.
Cinnamon fills my senses, followed by a sweet hint of hot honey.
It’s Noah’s essence, his scent and his taste, flooding me.
Just like Johan’s coffee-like aroma.
If I could purr, I would. Instead, I hum happily as my throat works to accept everything Noah has to give.
“That’s it, pretty omega,” he murmurs, his fingers stroking through my hair as he twists his knot with his opposite hand.
He isn’t deep-throating me, just sitting with his head on my tongue, allowing me time to take every drop from his shaft.
“Fuck, pet,” he groans, another spurt landing inside my mouth. “You’re doing so good, taking both of us like this. Just keep swallowing and try to remember to breathe.”
Johan exhales against my neck, his lips ghosting along my pulse. “I want to mark you as mine so fucking bad right now,” he admits, making me shudder and clamp down around him again. “God, Lark…”
“Mmm, she’s a little busy at the moment,” a deep voice says, traveling through the room. “I would show you, but I don’t think you want to see your sister like this.”
I sputter, my eyes widening.
Noah holds me to him, though, not allowing me to pull back. “Shh, finish your job, pet,” he tells me.
But all I can hear is Lazarus saying “your sister.”
Because that means he’s talking to my brother.
“Swallow,” Noah growls, causing Lazarus to chuckle.
Bastard, I growl in my head, not sure if I’m talking to the male still coming down my throat or the one fucking laughing.
Noah drives deep, forcing me to take him and to focus on his cock in my mouth.
“Unfortunately, no. Her mouth is currently… preoccupied. But I’ll send proof of life when she’s done servicing my enforcer and my second.”
Oh God, I can hear my brother shouting from here.
I grab Noah’s hips and dig my nails into them as I try to shove him backward.
“Let her go,” Johan says.
Noah sighs but obeys, releasing my mouth so I can sputter and cough.
He keeps climaxing, though, and I belatedly realize the angle of my head has his cum landing in my hair.
I’m going to kill him.
No. Scratch that. I’m going to kill Lazarus.
Growling—or trying to, anyway, as it’s hard when I’m still hacking from inhaling some of Noah’s essence—I shoot my glare toward the smirking male in the doorway. He’s just casually leaning there, holding a phone out in front of him.
I have no idea if the camera is facing me or him.
It had better be toward him.
I do not want Gio to see me like this.
“I’m going to fucking shred you, Ferraro,” my brother seethes, clearly on speakerphone.
“Maybe you should have considered the consequences before hiring a hitman to take out my second,” Lazarus answers coolly, his smile disappearing as he stares me down.
My brow furrows. What?
Johan also stills against me, clearly as shocked as I am, and slowly turns his attention to Lazarus. As does Noah.
“This is between you and me, Lazarus,” my brother says after a long beat of silence. “Don’t punish my sister for—”
“Oh, I will do whatever the fuck I please to your precious little sister,” Lazarus returns, sounding lethal as he continues to hold my gaze.
I shiver.
Because that sounded like a threat, but also a promise.
And for some fucked-up reason, it excites me.
Except I don’t think he intends to be kind about it.
In fact, he looks livid.
Because Gio hired Bastian to kill Johan? I question, dizzy with that information. Why would he do that?
Gio knows better than to start a war between the families.
Is it because of me? I wonder. Oh God, does Lazarus think I had something to do with it?
My heart kick-starts in my chest as I realize that, yes, he absolutely does think I have something to do with this.
That’s why he’s threatening to do whatever he wants to me. Why he’s informing my brother of what’s currently happening to me. He wants my brother to pay for nearly hurting Johan.
And he’s going to make an example out of me as a result.
Every part of me freezes, my interest in his threat turning to ice.
Johan is no longer coming inside me, but his knot is still lodged deep within me, forbidding me from moving. Noah still has a hold of my hair.
Yet we’re all frozen as Lazarus says, “Friday night, we’ll have dinner at the Ferraro estate. If your sister survives what I’m about to do to her, I’ll let you see her.”
“Ferraro,” my brother growls. “You can’t—”
“I assure you, I can,” Lazarus returns. “And more importantly, I will. Friday at eight, Bianchi. Don’t be late.” He hangs up, then slides the phone into his pocket while holding my gaze.
I feel raw.
Exposed.
Trapped.
“I didn’t know,” I breathe, hoping he believes me. Praying he doesn’t hate me.
This is my pack.
My scent matches.
“I wouldn’t do that…” I trail off, swallowing, my voice hoarse. I break his cruel stare and try my best to look at Johan over my shoulder. “I would never…”
The alpha slowly turns to look at me, his crystal-blue eyes searching mine. Then he leans in to brush his lips against mine. “Even if you did, I wouldn’t blame you,” he whispers. “We kidnapped you. Forced you to stay here with us. And we all know fighting back is in your nature, little hacker.”
“But I didn’t—”
Movement from the left has me abruptly quieting, my spine stiffening as Lazarus draws closer.
My throat tries to work, yet everything feels wrong. I can’t swallow. I can barely even breathe.
And those sensations only worsen as Lazarus takes hold of my chin and forces me to look up at him.
Noah moves out of his way, taking a seat beside Johan and throwing his arm along the back of the couch. It’s an action I only catch out of my peripheral vision. I can’t tell if he’s glaring at me the way Lazarus currently is or if he’s just watching everything unfold.
“I didn’t,” I force out, my voice choked. “Why would Gio…?” I can’t get out any more words, my chest too tight.
“Inhale,” Lazarus tells me, his demand forcing my lungs to expand.
It’s like he’s taken control of my spirit and my will, commanding every aspect of my being.
“I’m angry,” he murmurs, the admission unnecessary, as I can clearly see the anger written into his features. “But I’m not angry with you, princess.” He leans down to place the softest of kisses against my lips. “Even if you had something to do with this, I would forgive you. Because you’re ours.”
I tremble, his words undoing something inside me.
Something furious.
Something passionate.
Something foreign.
“Keep breathing,” he tells me, his fingers gently stroking my cheek. “My threats were for your brother, not for you. We would never hurt you, Aurora. Not even if you betrayed us.” He kisses me again, this time with a little more pressure.
I’m so confused.
I feel lost.
Yet his touch anchors me in the present, dominating me in a way I can’t define.
He’s like the primary source of my life. His words are grounding, redefining everything I thought I knew about this man. About this pack.
If this is his version of punishment, he’s going to shatter me to pieces.
Because he’s making me feel safe. And if he betrays that, I’ll never be able to recover.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whisper, aware that he just said he wouldn’t, but I need him to hear my plea. “I promise I didn’t have anything to do with this. I don’t even know why Gio would try to hurt Johan. Starting a war between the families doesn’t make any sense.”
“He likely feels we started the war first by taking you,” Lazarus murmurs, his lips a hairsbreadth from mine.
“We’ll find out more this weekend when we meet with him.
” His nose brushes mine, then he pulls back to look at Noah and Johan.
“She needs another shower. Take care of her. The three of us will regroup after.”
With that, he leaves without a backward glance.
I watch him go, my heart in my throat.
He never said he believed me. Just stated that he would never hurt me.
Except he just did—by walking away. By not trusting me.
Maybe I haven’t earned his faith yet.
But I will.
Then he’ll know that I never betrayed him or our pack.
Because that’s not who I am, or who I’ll ever be.
I’ll show him he’s wrong, I decide. I’ll prove my trustworthiness, force him to realize his mistake, and make him wish he never questioned my loyalty.
And I think I know just where to start…