Page 173 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

“More,” she demanded.

Nohen delivered to the soundtrack of Emerson’s dark chuckle.

“That’s it,” Emerson growled. “Listen to our omega. Give her what she wants.”

Our omega.

The words didn’t even register in her mind, not past more than a claiming, and that only set her more on fire. She was burning up. Between Nohen’s tongue, his fingers that were sliding and pressing in and out of her, and Emerson’s steaming gaze, Lyric’s body stretched taut and finally—her orgasm crested.

It landed as a wave of sparks that danced from one nerve ending to another, until she was whining out nonsense about how it was all too much and not enough and how she still wanted more. When the pleasure finally plateaued and Lyric came back to herself, she blinked up at Nohen.

Emerson’s deep, dark voice was chuckling. “Just barely. Look,” he demanded. Lyric blinked as Emerson lifted his hand to his lips, licking the pearls of precum off his fingers that had dripped from Nohen’s cock. It was so sexy, Lyric’s whole body tightened all over again in a full body shiver. Her hands tightened over Nohen’s shoulders, and he leaned down to take her lips.

The bed was soft beneath her, but Nohen was strikingly hard and hot between her thighs as she rolled her hips up. As she felt his cock slide against her lips, she whimpered from the sensitivity of the quick orgasm and lowered a hand to his hip. She pulled him closer as she canted upwards, sliding herself along his length.

A groan spilled from his lips to ghost against her skin, and she dug her nails into his skin. “Please,” she begged. “Inside.”

She didn’t care who or how, but she wanted someone inside her now.

When the blunt head of his cock finally notched at her entrance and he pushed inside slowly, Lyric groaned and tilted her head back.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Nohen had the kind of dick that would be perfect for rough sex, because he wasn’t big enough to do serious damage, but still thick and long enough to feel so fucking good.

He eased his way into her slow enough that she was grabbing at him, trying to force him deeper, faster, harder. Nohen only listened to her pleas once his hips had met hers, once he was completely inside her. Only then did he finally draw his hips back and slam forward, forcing her breath out and sparks of pleasure to ignite across her senses.

With a firm grip on her hips, he tilted her up, so when he slid inside her again, he stroked her g-spot. Lyric whined, digging her nails into his hips, trying to force him deeper inside her, but the beta had a mission, and apparently Lyric wasn’t the one in charge here.

“It’s time to share. Roll over,” Emerson ordered, voice husky with arousal.

Maybe Nohen wasn’t in charge either.

Lyric whined as Nohen circled his arms around her and rolled them, somehow staying inside her the whole time. As soon as her knees pressed into the bed on either side of his hips, she lifted herself up and sank low on him again. Nohen kicked his head back into the bed with a groan, a sheen of sweat coating his chest that she couldn’t help but taste with a flick of her tongue.

A hand on her back kept her pressed to his chest, and Lyric gasped as she realized Emerson had a front row seat to the sight of Nohen’s cock seated deep inside her.

She jolted when she felt something prod at her connection with Nohen.

“What are you doing?” she asked, though she had a sneaking suspicion, one that just the idea of had her tightening around Nohen in anticipation.

“You said you wanted more, right?” Emerson asked, a dark promise laced in every word.

“Yes, yes,” she panted into Nohen’s chest.

She wasn’t the only one losing her mind. Nohen shook beneath her, eyes pinched in ecstasy, and Lyric framed his face with her hands and brought his lips to hers. They shared a breath, a gasp, a moan as Emerson slid a finger inside her alongside Nohen’s cock.

“Holy fuck—” Nohen bit out, his fingers tightening around her waist. “That’s so—”

“Much,” Lyric finished for him on a pant.

Behind her, Emerson paused. “Too much?”

Lyric hesitated before shaking her head. It was so dirty, so sexy, she wanted to keep going.

The soft touch of lips met her lower back, and Emerson stroked his finger in a slow, torturous rhythm. Lyric felt it so vividly as it brushed against her walls, filled her up right alongside Nohen.

Nohen’s hips jerked, shaking Lyric on his lap, and she cried out.