Page 87 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

He towered over her, tall and broad and intimidating—or he would be if Lyric didn’t know what a softie he was.

But soft was only metaphorical as he leaned back down, framed her head with his palms planted on the bed, and rolled his hips against her. Lyric canted up into him, his hard length sliding between her thighs. The glide was slick with her previous orgasm, but she still wanted more. Wanted him to take her even higher.

She reached down, notched him at her core, and gasped as he slowly pushed his way in. He went so slowly it was agonizing. Pausing every few miniscule thrusts to make sure she was alright, and Lyric would pant and whine affirmations against his lips as he leaned down to taste them right from her tongue.

Lyric groaned with frustration, grabbed his hips, and waited for his gentle thrust before she rolled her hips up at the same time. It sent him deeper, and she cried out as he finally filled her totally.

Adra murmured something close to her ear, but she didn’t catch it, not as he began moving. Each thrust sent him so deep she didn’t know how it was possible. Her hands turned to claws, leaving marks in his shoulders and along his sides as she moaned.

Adra leaned down, silenced her gasp with a kiss, and then paused a few inches away. “I love having all of your attention, but I think Emerson is feeling a little left out.”

Lyric tilted her head back, eyed Em upside down, and then brought her head back to level.

“We can’t have that, can we?”

Adra smirked, an unusual look on her soft alpha, but one she didn’t mind. He leaned up, and Lyric almost let a whine loose at the sensation of him slipping free of her, but she choked it back as Adra gripped her hips and helped her flip over. The bed sank beneath her hands and knees, and she arched her back, shifting backwards until she felt Adra’s warmth cradle her hips.

The blunt head of his cock pressed at her entrance, and her eyes drifted closed as he sank inside once more.

A soft breath against her face made her eyes open again, and she came face to face with Emerson. “Kiss,” she breathed, and he smashed his lips to hers.

Emerson tasted dangerous, like standing outside during a thunderstorm and just waiting for the lightning to strike. While their lips met, slid against each other, and shared their taste, Adra was slowly filling her. He stole her breath in a different way from the hungry kisses Emerson was feeding her, and when his hips struck against her ass, she broke away from Emerson with a gasp.

Adra filled her in a different way than Emerson had, his cock thick inside her.

“Ready?” Adra asked her, and she answered with a whine.

Her arms shook and she lowered her upper body, folding onto her forearms, her head pressed against Emerson’s thigh as Adra began moving. It was slow and drugging, and his palm against her lower back arched her spine in a perfect way, making him seem even bigger inside her. Lyric moaned as Adra withdrew and thrust deep once more. His breath was ragged, warm against her back as he leaned down and painted a kiss against her shoulder blade.

“Lyric, stay with me,” he said, and even in her sex stupor, she heard the smirk in his voice.

Lyric should have known how sinfully delicious Adra would be between the sheets. Maybe she had all along, and that was why it had taken them so long to get here. Because she knew how dangerous Emerson was already, that attraction she hadn’t been able to deny since day one.

It was no different with Adra, and Lyric should have seen this coming.

“Trust me, I’m not going anywhere,” Lyric promised, her lips brushing against Emerson’s thigh with every word.

She pursed them in a kiss, tasting one alpha while another rolled his hips against her, sending his cock deep inside her.

Em’s hand framed her cheek, and she glanced up at him through half lidded eyes. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Having him inside you?”

“You’d know, wouldn’t you?” Adra answered for her in a question that made her imagination run wild.

Emerson chuckled, the sound deep and seductive, and his hand tightened slightly around her cheek. His gaze shifted above her head, sharing a stare with Adra that was so heat filled Lyric wondered if she would get burned between them.

Adra’s hips smacked against her ass a little harder.

Would she even care?

“Taste,” she whined, clawing her fingers into Emerson’s thighs. It brought his attention back to her, and Lyric wet her lips as she glanced down at his cock.

If she was going to burn up, Lyric wanted to add to the flames.

Emerson caressed her cheek once, leaned down to lick her lips, and then dropped his hand, shuffling closer on the bed.

Lyric braced one hand on his thigh, lifted the other to frame his length, and tilted the head to her lips. The salty sweet flavor of him made her mouth water, and Lyric wrapped her lips around the head to capture the taste. Adra’s thrusts had softened, and he was barely moving within her. Was he giving her time to adjust to both of them? Trying not to jar her between them?

Sweet Adra, always putting her first.