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 tomy 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 canhearmy 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 myhair.
I’m going to kill him.
No. Scratch that. I’m going to killLazarus.
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 donotwant 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.
