Page 89 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

Her other hand stroked Emerson’s cock, traveled to his base, and twisted around the knot before sliding back up and pulsing around the head before repeating. He tilted his head back, and moans fell from his sweat sheened throat.

His hold went limp in her hair, no longer pulling but just holding the strands over her shoulder.

“Lyric—” Adra groaned, his hips slamming into hers with a new force, jarring the orgasm into her system. She cried out as it welled up, threatening to drown her. Her hand stuttered on Emerson’s cock, unable to keep up the rhythm as she froze for a split second. Even her breath halted as it overwhelmed her, but then everything came back to her in a rush of sensation. Pleasure scattered across her senses, rained down in a blinding strike of ecstasy.

Adra’s hips stuttered before he bucked into her, his knot pressing at her entrance, but not entering, as he came.

He bent over her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned up. It changed the angle of him inside her, and she cried out, leaning her head back against his chest as his fingers danced over her clit to keep it going.

Emerson groaned, and as she blinked away the first orgasm only to welcome a second, Emerson’s lips covered hers.

Warmth decorated her stomach and thighs, and in her lust addled brain, she realized Emerson had come too. Only flashes of it registered, her knocking away Adra’s hand, Emerson’s head tilted back, Adra’s hot breath on her neck as he groaned so low and sexy and needy it made her clench around him. They were one continuous cycle of pleasure feeding off one another and returning it back for more.

It was a long while later before Lyric finally blinked her eyes open, and it was to a warm cloth brushing across her stomach and chest.

“Back?” Adra inquired.

Lyric mumbled a half confirmation, and Adra chuckled beneath her.

“You’re something else,” Emerson murmured, and leaned down to kiss her.

Lyric smiled into the kiss, and once he pulled away, turned her head to share one with Adra too.

“That was more than I bargained for,” Lyric admitted.

Adra’s touch stroked up her side. “Scary?”

Rolling the word over in her mind, Lyric dismissed it and suggested another.

“More like perfect.”

The floor was hard.

For Emerson and Adra at least.

Lyric… well, she was cuddled up on top of them, so the floor wasn’t something she had to worry about. The muscled plains of their bodies were her pillows, and she nuzzled her head into Adra’s pec. The three of them just wouldn’t fit on the full-sized bed. They’d tried.

“So… Odd?” she asked with a wry smile.

“Yeah?” he answered quietly, voice rumbling inside his chest to vibrate her cheek.

“Why do they call you that?”

Emerson shifted on her other side, and she wondered if the other alpha had anything to do with the nickname.

“I’m used to having my name shortened. But Emerson, I believe, was the first one to imply the connotation it has now.”

“Should I be surprised?” Lyric questioned, and pinched Emerson’s side.

“Don’t make me sound bad,” Emerson whined, and pushed Adra’s head away.

A rolling chuckle trailed from Adra, and he shook his head. “I don’t have to make you sound anything. You do that all on your own.”

A soft, teasing growl vibrated in Emerson’s chest, and Lyric squeezed her thighs together.

That growl had sounded delicious in her ears when…

Down, girl.