Page 35 of Lark


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No boxers.

And if I thought Johan was large… I…That willneverfit inside me. Or Johan, for that matter. Oranyone.

Except the alpha proves me wrong by opening his mouth around Lazarus’s head and taking him with practiced ease.

At least until the don punches his hips downward.

Johan grabs Lazarus’s ass, swatting at him. But that doesn’t stop the other man from starting tothrust.

God, he’s in his throat.

They’re both… they’re both… I can’t even… This is…madness.

It’s so savage, the way they’re forcing each other to take their cocks. Even Johan is pumping upward.

And all I can think is what they must look like inside a woman.

Inside me…

My thighs clench.

This is dangerous.

Their scent is everywhere. Intoxicating me. Drowning me.Tempting me.

Dark chocolate and cherries.

Leather, paper, and coffee beans.

Cinnamon and hot honey.

The last one is coming from behind me, but it’s mingling with the other two and creating an erotic ambience that has need scorching through me in a molten wave of intensity.

I’ve never experienced anything like this, not even during my heats.

The scent match.

The captivity.

Their vicious sounds.

The growls are reverberating around the room, overriding the hum of the jet. It’s almost as though they’ve unleashed a mating call.

And yeah, I guess they kind of have. Because they’re in the throes of passion, face-fucking each other with an abandon that has me longing to slip between them.

This is insanity. They’ve kidnapped me. They plan topunishme.

Although, Lazarus didn’t confirmhowhe intends to do that. Just told me it wouldn’t have anything to do with Widows Peak. He also claimed my family and friends would be safe. Except, that latter part seemed to be contingent on me behaving.

But then he said he wouldn’t touch me unless I begged.

So he’s not going to hurt me. Or force this match.

Just… just show me what I’m missing by fucking Johan’s mouth instead.

My nails dig into the doorframe, my legs shaking as I fight the urge not to go to my knees and crawl to them.

I am not this omega, I tell myself.I am not going to go let them stuff me with their knots just because they smell good.