“Yes. Don’t turn around. You look pretty on Syrus’ lap, baby,” he says, closing and locking the door again. Honestly, I think locks are more a suggestion than anything else for our pack.
He called me family the other day, and that stuck with me. That’s what we’re building here with Silva and Izzy.
Harlan drops the coffee off at her desk before coming to join us on the couch while I roll my eyes at him.
“So nap or orgasms?” he asks, smirking.
Wait a damn minute…
“Did you bug the office?” Silva gasps, reaching over and twisting his nipple. Fuck around and get a titty twisted apparently.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Damn, you’re mean.”
“Answer the question,” I suggest, popping him on the back of the head.
“Yes, but I only check them when I know for a fact that you’re in here. I don’t want to know when anyone else is,” he says with a shudder.
Hmm. I have a feeling that Lexi may have sex in the office too.
“I don’t want to know,” Silva groans. “I also don’t know what I want. I’m feeling grumpy and tired. It could go either way, but I have to close the bar tonight. I’m off tomorrow.”
“Orgasms give you endorphins and energy,” Harlan murmurs, moving between my thighs.
Unbuckling her pants, he glances at me for help. Smirking, I kiss Silva to get her out of her head, and help Harlan pull her pants and panties down in one fell swoop.
I can tell she’s exhausted because she’s wearing comfortable clothes that still highlight her figure. Black pants, a corset, and combat boots. Simple, beautiful, though not completely appropriate for the weather.
Her corset laces up the front tonight, and my fingers make quick work of loosening them and releasing her breasts.
“Here are the rules,” I murmur, watching as her eyes roll back in her head.
Harlan has his head pressed against my nuts and he’s facing up to eat Silva’s pussy. It’s the best way to ensure we don’t hurt her anymore than she already is.
“Oh. Oh fuck me,” she whines.
“Shhh, I plan to,” I croon, squeezing her breasts. Leaning down, I suck and lick her nipple, enjoying the way her fingers sink into my blonde hair.
“What,” she gasps, unable to get her thoughts together. “Syrus! Harlan is frying my brain cells.”
The alpha in question makes a self satisfied sound, purring against her clit as he sucks on it.
“But you like it, don’t you, Spitfire?” I ask.
“Yes. It’s so good. Oh God,” she moans.
“You look so pretty,” I praise. Her skin is slowly blushing red down her body, and I suck harder on her breast to see how far I can get it to go.
“Come for me, Silva,” Harlan groans, dragging his tongue over her arousal. I have a perfect seat to his teasing and stroking, and my breath hitches as his fingers disappear into her tight cunt.
“I need…more,” she whimpers.
Catching her lips as her head drops back, I pull on her nipples, making her squirm slightly.
“Don’t move,” I growl against her lips.
“Not…fair,” she huffs out.
“I don’t always play fair with you,” I smirk. “Sometimes, I’m going to break the rules, and you’re going to love every minute of it. Aren’t you?”
