“Gentle?” he repeats, the word a low rumble of sound as he wraps his palm around my nape to give it a violent squeeze. “I’m not fucking gentle.”
“Prove it,” I growl.
And I’m on my back in the next second with his big body hovering over me. The towel is gone, his hand having ripped it out from between us so he could settle his dick right next to mine.
His palm moves from the back of my neck to my throat, his grip punishing as he bends down to take my mouth with his.
Thisis how Noah usually takes me—with his fucking teeth.
Kissing me so hard that I bleed. He loves the taste of it, his tongue swiping at my lip because he dives in to destroy me.
Only a small gasp from right beside me causes him to pull back and evaluate Lark. His expression is positively feral, yet his hazel eyes soften a bit as he looks at her. “Am I scaring you, little bee?” he whispers, the question so unexpected that I freeze beneath him.
I can’t breathe, his grasp cutting off my airway.
Yet he’s speaking to her tenderly, asking if she’s frightened.
But she shakes her head, then leans toward him.
Fucking. Leans. Toward. Him.
Like she wants to kiss him, too.
He notices. Because his nostrils flare. And his grip loosens just enough for me to breathe.
“You like the violence, pet?” he asks softly. “You want me to tongue-fuck your pussy like I’m kissing Johan?”
That brown-sugar-and-honey aroma grows, her slick likely saturating her silky shorts by now.
And fuck, that makes me so damn hard. I just want to roll into her and rub all over her.
But I’m trapped by Noah’s muscular form.
“Ask nicely, and I’ll give you whatever you want,” he goes on. “Or maybe Laz will eat you out while I fuck Johan.”
Her mouth parts, her tongue sneaking out to dampen her bottom lip.
Noah’s chest vibrates in response, not with a purr but with a growl, and suddenly he’s kissing me again. Brutally.
I give back just as fiercely, pressing my hips up into his. He reaches between us, his fist wrapping around my cock and giving it a savage pump.
Precum leaks from my tip on command, and I know exactly what he plans to do with it.
I pant against his mouth as he reaches beneath me to shove a finger into my ass without prep, the burn making me flinch.
“Aurora,” Laz murmurs conversationally. “There’s some lube in the drawer over there. I suspect Johan would appreciate you grabbing that for Noah to use.”
I feel the bed moving, her heat disappearing, and I half expect her to leave the room. But then I hear her opening the drawer of the same nightstand she set the laptop on.
Rather than hand it to Noah and leave, she climbs back onto the bed, situates herself right next to me again, and says, “Noah.” Her voice is soft but steady.
The big man pulls his lips from mine and looks at our omega. “Yes, my love?”
She shivers, the vibration one I feel against me. “I have some lube for you.”
“I would much prefer the slick between your thighs,” he replies. “Maybe you can slip your fingers into your wet cunt, then help me prepare Johan’s ass for my knot.”
My eyes widen.
