However, only Lazarus is daring enough to move. He tucks his massive dick into his pants, but doesn’t bother to zip himself up more than halfway, and stands to walk toward me.
Every part of me screams with a need to retreat, to slam the door and hide.
Yet my legs refuse to move. And my core simply weeps with expectation.
What’s he going to do to me?I wonder as he prowls forward.
But he stops a foot away, then uses a shirt—the same one Johan saturated with his orgasm, the same one he also spit into—to wipe up the mess on his abdomen.
My mouth salivates over it, my inner omega longing for a taste.
Only for him to drop the shirt at my feet. “In case you want that for a future nest,” he tells me. Then turns and walks away while saying, “Sweet dreams, Aurora.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
JOHAN
I’m still strugglingto catch my breath, my body tense with renewed need.
That orgasm barely took the edge off of what I’m feeling. Probably because Laz was a dick and didn’t finish it properly.
Or, more likely, because there’s a very aroused omega standing at the back of the plane.
A very aroused and now pissed-off omega standing at the back of the plane, I amend as her pretty eyes narrow at Laz’s retreating back.
Poor thing thought he was coming over there to play.
But Laz isn’t that kind.
When he told her she would have to beg, he meant it.
Though, Noah might not honor that rule. Pretty sure he’ll break his own spine if Lark simply asks him to.
Laz crouches down near where he left me on the floor, blocking my view of our omega. He brushes his knuckles along the fine stubble decorating my jaw, the tender motion at odds with all his hard edges and violent tendencies.
“You good?” It’s a soft question, one he always asks me after one of our rougher sessions.
“Yeah,” I force out, swallowing. It’s all I can manage, given how raw my throat feels.
He knows it, too. Because he frowns and his touch drifts down to stroke my neck.
Then he stands and heads straight to the bar, all while ignoring the simmering omega in the doorway.
Noah has moved to stand behind her, his gaze on me over her head. He’s checking in as well, aware that Laz can be a dick when he wants to be.
Of course, Noah can be, too.
They’re both harsh lovers. But the sex is always phenomenal between us, so I don’t mind their brands of sensual violence.
Lark is in for a treat.
However, I don’t think she’s ready to indulge in us yet. She’s still glowering at Laz. “I don’t need or want your cum rag,” she snaps at him.
Then turns around and walks right into Noah’s chest.
His eyebrows fly upward. “Whoa there, little bee. No need to sting me.”
She releases a string of creative curses before demanding, “Whyare you so creepily silent?!”
