Page 77 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

Then he lowered his head and sampled her sweet flavor like he was starving. As soon as he dipped his tongue into her core and tasted her, he got serious. Lapping at her essence and drinking her down.

Each little sound she whimpered and every hitch of her hips against his touch went straight to his dick.

Balanced as she was on the edge of the second stair, she didn’t have much leverage, so he was in total control. But her cries urged him for more, and knowing they didn’t have much time, he wanted to savor every drop, every second.

He wrapped his lips around her clit, throbbing against his tongue, and sucked, pulling her orgasm out of her faster than she was ready.

“Em—fuck,” she moaned, the word dissolving into a breathy, wordless sound as he brought her down. He liked the shortened version of his name and wanted to pull it from her again.

He lifted her from the step, smoothing his hands over her lower back and ass as he stood and walked them back to the wall, under the spray.

Steam filled the room, and she brushed her hair from her face before doing the same to him, her thumbs soft against his cheeks. It made his heart squeeze, the feeling so foreign he wanted to stop and dissect it.

But then Lyric shifted against him, dragged a hand down his chest, and gripped his cock. Everything else was forgotten but her, and he choked down a groan as she stroked him.

He lifted her up, and she notched his cock between her lips.

“Lyric—” He said her name like a curse, grinding his teeth as she sucked him inside.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, nails turned to claws in his shoulders. “Faster.”

Emerson listened like the good alpha he was and loosened his hold, letting her slide down his cock. He waited until he was surrounded by her heat, until she was rocking into him before he spoke.

He withdrew, her pussy tightening around him like she was trying to keep him from leaving.

As he thrust deep again, pushing a cry from Lyric’s throat, he spoke. “I thought this wasn’t going to happen again?”

She glared at him through the bliss, her lips tightening from a sweet ‘O’ to a snarl.

“It wasn’t supposed to,” she said, smacking a hand against his chest.

“So what—changed?” he pressed, retreating and plunging back inside her with the words.

Fuck.

She felt so goddamned right. Not only being inside her but being with her. He just wanted to know she felt the same way.

Unable to resist, he thrust his hips in a quick rhythm, heat arcing up and down his spine before settling in his lower back, his balls drawing up tight and the beginnings of a knot swelling at his base.

When her eyes drifted shut, her lips falling back into that sexy o-shape, he sharpened his thrusts, slamming inside her and stopping.

He nipped at her bottom lip, leaning his head back just far enough so he could see her eyes clearly.

“What changed?” he demanded again.

Lyric contracted around him, and his hips kicked forward, pressing her into the wall, though it would do no good.

He was as far inside her as he could go.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she admitted, nails biting into the back of his neck as if punishing him for her confession. “Not only because we work together, but because you’re an alpha.”

Her gaze flicked over his, as if searching for a reaction. The only thing he gave her was understanding. He didn’t know why alphas worried her so much, but he understood anyway.

“But I can’t help it,” she whispered, the sound almost lost in the noise of the water pressure, light as it was. “I just want.” A pause. “You,” she tacked on. “Is that so bad? To want something?”

To want something, or to want an alpha?

Or both?