I grab the doorframe for support, worried that I may need to shove myself backward and lock myself in the bedroom. But all that happens next is Johan pinning Lazarus and kissing him much like he was kissed seconds ago.
It’s feral in nature. Borderline intoxicating.
I… I can’t stop watching.
Because they’re tearing at each other’s clothes now. Buttons fly. Fabric shreds. And groans fill the air. “I’ve always preferredexhibitionism over voyeurism, but watching your reaction right now is rather satisfying. You’re practically buzzing, little bee.”
I should reply.
No, I should stop watching.
But I can’t.
Muscles. So many muscles.
The alphas areripped. Lazarus is all tan skin and defined lines. And Johan is all lean, athletic man. He’s still on top, kneeling now as he stares down at the other man.
They’re shirtless but still wearing shoes and pants.
Johan’s hand goes to his belt buckle to deftly unfasten it.
Lazarus watches with narrowed eyes. “You’re taking my knot first.”
“Am I?” Johan practically purrs back at him. “Because I’m the one on top,boss.”
Lazarus growls, his hand suddenly around Johan’s throat again as the pair of them grapple across the floor.
“He doesn’t like that title,” Noah whispers loudly. “Threatened to choke me with his knot earlier if I called himbossin front of you. Sadly, it was yet another false promise.”
He pushes into the bedroom, making me spin a little with him—because he’s too big to just slide around me.
Or maybe he wasn’t trying to.
He sets the coffee cup down on the nightstand, then plops onto the bed, making me frown. “What are you doing?”
“Having a nap,” he says, putting one arm over his eyes. “It’s either that or go jack myself off in the shower. Alas, I don’t think that’s going to help anything.” He peeks at me from beneath his elbow. “I would use Johan, but his mouth is about to be otherwise engaged.”
He adjusts his arm, bracketing his eyes once more, and sighs.
“I would love to share him,” he says, sounding sad. “But I don’t think he can handle me and Lazarus double-teaming him.”
A groan from the other room has me looking back at the dueling men.
Lazarus is on top again, only he’s spun around and he’s… he’s pulling out Johan’s…
Oh. My. God.
Johan’s dick is…massive.
I mean, most alphas are. Or, well, from what I’veheard, they are. I’ve never actually taken a knot before.
Butwow.
He’s long. Pale. And… andgoing into Lazarus’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Johan growls, grabbing the other man’s sides like he’s about to shove him away again. Except he clings to him instead. Then runs his palms down to Lazarus’s waist and around to the front.
Slick pours from my center as I watch him unfasten the don’s pants.
