“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 werenothingcompared 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 mefeel.
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 likepack, pack, pack.
I haven’t claimed these alphas yet, but they’re very clearly mine. In the same vein that I’m theirs.
