Page 65 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

Against her better judgment, she tightened her legs around his waist, and he glanced up, the question in his eyes one she only knew how to answer in one way, to lean forward and kiss him.

That kiss was a shock to her system, the lightning in the storm that set things in motion, and Emerson rocked his hips back before canting forward, sending his cock deep inside her.

She cried out, a wordless sound full of need—something she never thought she’d hear come from her lips. Emerson chuckled before he replaced the kiss with his palm, eyes wild and teeth gritted as he pounded into her. Each time his hips kicked into hers, a delicious pressure nudged—

His knot.

Her eyes flew open, staring up at him as she remembered one very important detail about alphas. She didn’t not want him to knot her, but she didn’t very well want to be glued to his cock for twenty minutes when she knew Henry would be looking to kick their asses more with every minute they delayed bus call.

Emerson’s brows were scrunched, his jaw tight as breaths panted out between clenched teeth. His wavy hair brushed his shoulders, and would have tickled her cheeks with every movement if his hand wasn’t in the way. In that moment he wasn’t an alpha—not in the scary sense she’d always purposely avoided. Instead he was just a very sexy man on the verge of coming.

“You feel—so fucking—good,” he groaned, the sound barely a vibration in the air. He shifted the grip on her ass, tilting her in a different way so that when he pressed his hips into hers on every thrust, his knot ground against her clit. Her eyes shuttered closed again.

God yes. More. Please. Fuck—

She wanted to cry and beg and shout, pleading for more, but instead she settled for tasting his skin again. The harder he fucked her, the sweeter her licks, until she was just lapping at his palm just to fucking taste him—like a reward.

Everything fell away, their surroundings, even the murmured praises Emerson spoke into her ear—there was nothing but the pleasure until it finally crested, his thrusts growing erratic.

She came first, splintering apart in the eye of the storm, pleasure swirling in and around her until it was all she knew. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she contracted around him, his hand tightening over her mouth. The rhythm of his hips skipped a beat and she found a bit of sanity in the storm, reaching down between them. She might not have ever had an alpha, but she damned sure knew how to make one lose his mind, and she wanted him to come with her.

Emerson’s head snapped up when her fist squeezed around his knot, caught between their bodies. The groan he released made her want to cover his mouth, but he tilted his head back and humped into her grip. Just as the aftershocks began lapping at her senses, he choked off a growl and jerked into her touch before stilling. He came in a hot rush, clutching her to him as the knot in her grip slowly faded.

His choked growl turned into something softer before fading completely.

“Holy shit, I needed that,” she breathed against his shoulder.

As the storm settled, and Emerson gently put her down, she realized her words were true.

She felt… calm. Sweaty and shaky and very much in need of a shower, but calm. The anxious energy she’d felt after walking off stage was completely gone. Lyric rubbed her cheek into his bicep, a smile curling her lips, and—

Her eyes popped open as she froze.

Lyric was scent marking him.

After she’d fucked him at the back of the venue.

After she’d lapped at his palm like a goddamned treat and begged for more.

After she’d—acted like the perfect omega at the first touch of an alpha.

Lyric pulled away slowly, avoiding Emerson’s gaze as she reached down to dress herself again.

“Lyric, are you—”

“Everyone’s probably still in the green room. I’ll sneak back to the bus and you can tell them I’m in my nest.”

“Lyric, hold on,” he pleaded, but he made no move to grab her, giving her space and shifting away with his palms out by his sides.

She didn’t know why that was even worse, but it made her chest ache as she slid between the gap in the wall and the boxes. With a last glance, she left the scene and Emerson behind.

She just wished the scent and the memory would be as easy to erase.

As Lyric basically fled their hiding spot, the venue door slamming loudly behind them, Emerson cursed.

“Fuck,” he hissed, and pressed the balls of his palms into his temples. He threaded his fingers through his hair and drew in a deep, calming breath.

Mistake.