Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(55)

“You don’t have to—”

“Nope, here.” Rake flipped the book around, setting it down on the cushions between us. A little bit of broth dribbled down from my lips, and I caught it on the back of my hand before it could hit the full-page photo of Rake.

It was just his bare torso and his face, but it was explicit even showing so little, his skin wearing a sheen of sweat, muscles strained and face torn with a silent cry of pleasure, eyes squeezed shut.

“I set up the camera and just let it take shots to see what it’d get while we…you know.”

My mouth was dry. I wanted to see that look on Rake’s face for myself. I wanted to watch someone else put it there. “It’s beautiful,” I breathed. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Rake said, his foot nudging against mine as he picked the book up again. “Okay, what’s next? Oh, this one I like.”

He turned it again, and the next photo wasn’t explicit at all, but it was intimate—a black and white photo of Matthieu in profile, shadows catching all the lines and texture of age on his face. Rake turned it long before I was done studying the man, it was easier in a photo than in person when I might be caught. I wasn’t sure what exactly about Matthieu Segal was so appealing to me, only that I wanted to trace the outline of that profile with my finger, memorizing all the angles.

“Here’s Leo,” Rake said, and the photo brought an immediate smile to my face.

Leo reclining in white sheets, body on display but relaxed and languorous, the aftermath of lovemaking in his lazy, drowsy smile.

“Yeah, I knew when I met him. It’s just…he’s just like that feeling of coming home from a long trip away, but it’s every time I see him,” Rake said, and I bit my lip to keep from agreeing. I didn’t know Leo the same way Rake did. I wasn’t part of his pack. But he did feel a lot like home already and I was trying not to let it terrify me.

“Okay here’s a juicy one. But I just really like it,” Rake said.

I held my breath to keep from gasping, but even that didn’t prepare me for the visceral shock and ache of seeing the next photo. Cyrus was there, mostly covered by Rake’s sprawling, tense form, the omega’s back arched and mouth open on a moan, his hips in Cyrus’ darker hands. Leo was there too, bent over Rake, licking down his chest, his hands wrapped around Rake’s length and hiding it from view. Altogether, the lines of their bodies filled the page in muscle and stretch. It looked as much like a Renaissance study in oil as it did a racy photograph of a pack.

My sex pulsed at the picture, and I blushed and turned away from the sight. “I…don’t think I know enough about art to tell you how impressed I am.”

Rake laughed and pulled the book away, closing it and sliding it onto the coffee table. “That’s enough of a compliment for now. You can congratulate me on my super hot pack if that’s easier.”

I laughed and nodded. “Yeah, um, sexiness is not something this house is lacking in, for sure.” I looked up at Rake’s wicked grin and drew up some courage. “So…how does it work?”

“Being surrounded by hot men? Fine, I’m a big fan. Ten out of ten, would recommend,” Rake said.

I snorted and shook my head, drawing in a deep breath. “No I mean…um, a male omega. With male alphas?”

Rake’s lips formed an ‘o’ and he nodded slowly. “Ah. Right. Like, do they knot me?” I lifted my ramen container high to hide my blush, my eyes wide, and Rake laughed. “Um. So, yes, they do. Although it’s not… Biology is a bitch, honestly, and it’s not quite the same. Do you know much about female alphas?”

“I know about knots, and that’s kind of it,” I said.

“Right, so a female alpha doesn’t have a knot, she has a ‘lock.’ Basically, when she’s…uhh, ready, she locks down on the male omega. And just like a female omega is extra sensitive and prepared for pleasure from a male alpha’s knot, a male omega is um…” His head wobbled side to side, and he searched the air for the right words before meeting my eyes and shrugging. “I can come a lot, basically. Like…a lot. It’s all about breeding, I guess.”

I slurped noodles and Rake laughed, pulling veggies from his own bowl, the pair of us munching and staring at one another in the ensuing awkward silence.

“So with you and the guys…”

Rake sighed and shrugged. “You know, I uh…had an opportunity to be with a female alpha once. But they don’t do super well with packs, because they’re rare and I guess they have a hard time with male alphas. And this one didn’t want shit to do with my pack, so it seemed like a risky idea. So yeah, my guys and I, we just adapt a lot. There are some toys that mimic an alpha-lock and we use those, although—I mean, the lock feels fucking awesome, but sex feels fucking awesome too. I’m not that picky,” Rake said, grinning.

“Does it hurt you to be knotted?” I asked. It had hurt me, but that had been Indy’s intention, hadn’t it?

Rake’s eyebrows jumped. “I mean it could, but it never has. Or not more than I might like it to. The guys are really careful with me. We love each other. It’s not…it’s not about alpha and omega with us. It’s just about us,” he said.

I smiled at that and turned back to my food.