“Open your eyes, dove. Now.”
Lincoln wraps his hands around my face, not saying a word or breaking eye contact. It’s intimate and commanding, adding to the already heightened experience. The two of them are so different, but the three of us together feels so right. Something in me lets go, and Gabriel groans, his hands roaming over me like he’s trying to get inside my skin.
“Fuck, what are you doing to her? She feels incredible, taking my cock so good. Going to knot you now, Len.” His voice is low and husky as he leans in to suck on my neck again, just as Lincoln pops my jaw with his thumbs and fills my throat with one punishing thrust. My tongue is coated with the trail of his arousal, the taste exploding in my mouth.
If this is his way of disciplining me, I’ll never be good again.
My eyes roll backwards as I moan a deep sound that makes them both crazy.
“Our omega is singing for us. Letting her alphas know she needs our come. Aren’t you?” Lincoln is the only one talking as he directs my mouth to a deeper position. His words come out strained. “I wish you could see the swell of her throat.”
His eyes are latched on my throat though they dance to my lips too. Keeping his eyes locked on me, he runs his fingers down the column of my throat, where his cock is currently situated. It’s hard not to gag, but Lincoln makes all these encouraging noises and massages my throat so that it relaxes and he can fill me more. When his eyes rise to mine, there is nothing but burning satisfaction in them.
“Good girl,” he utters, though it gets lost in a deep moan. Lincoln barely finishes speaking before I start coming all over Gabe.
Gabe feels the rush of my orgasm, and he flattens his legs and pushes my hips down as he thrusts up, his knot surging its way inside. And then it’s like everything is turbo charged. Each thrust sends pleasure burning through my veins, each stroke over my skin a rippled touch on my clit, now held by Gabe’s knot, while every push of Lincoln’s cock down my throat has me falling as my body finds pleasure after pleasure.
“Fuck, yes, Len. You’re dripping over my knot. Going to fucking blow.” Gabe grunts, his arms wrapping around me, binding me tight so I barely move. Lincoln’s hands tighten in such a tender, strong hold around my face, his knot pushing against my face so all I see and smell is him.
I let go, like I have never before. I surrender to the way they destroy me in such a beautiful way. Gabriel comes, I feel each pump of his release and my pussy milks him while his knot pulses and wrings every ounce of pleasure it can from me. Lincoln fights with himself; I can see it in his eyes, and I guess I plead with mine. He scowls as he pulls his cock from my throat, leaving his trail of pre-come on my tongue before he comes in thick hot spurts over my face.
No one says a word, all of us too stunned. The only sound is our heavy, fast breathing like we’ve sprinted up Mt Everest. But then they both move, like we’ve done this a hundred times before, and they both kiss my temple before whispering in my ear. “We are doing that again, omega.”
Thank fuck.
13
LENNON
Lincoln’s different in the shower, each touch has a tender sweetness to it, but he’s quiet like he’s deep in thought. Unlike Gabe, who’s singing off key before he pushes me against the wall and kisses me until I can’t see straight.
Lincoln and I wait until he leaves the bathroom before we start talking.
He picks up the shampoo, filling his hand and then putting it back on the shelf, finally looking at me. “I was wondering why I felt this sense of return when I met you, Lennon.”
The way he says my name is so achingly beautiful. No one has ever said my name the way he does.
I drop my head, closing my eyes, trying to stop the swelling of my guilt. I feel a wave of sadness, but keeping the truth from Lincoln and the others for so long is not the worst I’ve had to do. It makes my chest clench, because in a lot of ways, I feel like I failed him as much as I failed myself.
“Turn around, dove.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through my mouth. When I don’t move, he does something behind me, making the shower nozzle change direction instead of me.
“Why dove?” I ask eventually.
“It fits with the peace you bring,” he says softly as he kisses behind my ear. And then he washes my hair.
Lincoln washes my fucking hair, like I didn’t purposely deceive him by omitting some pretty fucking important details about who I was. I don’t even try stopping the pooling tears from trailing down my face.
He shampoos so gently. I’m left speechless but that’s probably how he wanted it so he can say what he needs. “I’m a big believer in people having to protect themselves from others. I’ve seen the way people interact with celebrities. I’ve been on both sides, so I do hope these tears are not because you think I am angry with you. I was upset before, Lennon, at the reason why you feel so unsafe. And we could argue that you should have told me sooner, but it would be like us arguing that I am too old for you. Both are true but they are not at all relevant.”
He tips my head back, his fingers digging gently into my scalp as he rinses all my hair. Guiding me away from the spray, he does the shampoo again. Of course Lincoln knows you have to wash your hair twice. Once he’s finished, he spins me around, joining me, changing the shower to side sprays, and tipping my face up. The smile on his face is unexpected.
“Hello, darling. I’m Lincoln MacGregor, I have a little show called Late Nights with Lincoln MacGregor. Have you heard of it?”
His hands wrap around my face, his thumb taking the last of my guilt away. I nod my head and smile before sobering up and taking a shaky breath.
“I’m Lennon Vale. You might have heard of me too?” I huff a weird noise, but I feel lighter. And that has everything to do with the start of the secrets spilling from my lips. “I run one of the country’s biggest talent agencies, A Ra Wn.”
