Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(86)

It had been two, maybe three hours in the backseat of a limo, not weeks of dating, but something between Matthieu and I already felt…settled. It was probably just the high of his scent and the over-generous amount of orgasms he’d gifted me with on the drive.

“You walk into that nest now, or I’ll have you in bed with me in two minutes,” Matthieu whispered against my lips before sucking the bottom one, dragging his teeth over its fullness.

I caught my breath and Matthieu stepped back, smiling with a tightness around the corner of his eyes. I took my bag from him and fumbled at the doorknob, sneaking in and stealing one last shadowy glimpse of him before shutting the door behind me. All it took was a full breath alone in the space, and my eyes widened. The short hall was dimly lit, small bulbs offering a soft glow, and there were thick soft robes hanging from hooks along the wall. It was also oppressively thick with Rake’s perfume, Caleb’s warmth, and Cyrus’ champagne bubbles. Any hints of Leo were buried under the rest.

Voices bled through the next door, gentle and calm sounding from where I stood, and I took a moment to adjust to the blend of alpha and omega. I sniffed my shoulder, and Matthieu cut through everything else. My heartbeat was rioting, but my core already throbbed, some memory of Matthieu and the prospect of what I’d walk in on. I set my bag down on the floor and crouched, rifling through the contents until I found the ‘lock’ I’d ordered online. I tucked it and its remote into my pocket and then stood, preparing to knock on the door.

Instead, it opened, Leo ducking furtively into the hall and then stopping suddenly with the door cracked behind him. God, the air was so much heavier already, leaving me gasping and wavering in place. Leo snapped the door shut and then jumped forward.

“Lola,” he sighed, scooping me up in his arms. He was a little sweaty, and his skin was hot, and he was covered in Rake and Caleb. He hummed, taking a deep breath of me, and then paused.

Matthieu. My throat was tight, waiting for him to push me away, but instead, Leo’s arms circled tighter around my waist.

“Did you…have a nice drive?” he asked, and then he let out a soft laugh.

“Leo, I-I’m so sorry—”

“Hey.” His head leaned back, eyes searching my face. He looked tired but happy, and his smile only grew as he took me in. “Hey, I was only teasing.” He pecked my lips, and I swooned into the kiss until it deepened. “It was nice, right? You aren’t… Matthieu wouldn’t have—”

“No, nothing like that, I-I dunno who leapt first but…” I cleared my throat, stroking my cheek against Leo’s. “You’re not mad.”

“I’m not mad, Lola,” Leo soothed, kissing my forehead. “It’s hard to explain, but pack is…it’s like an extension of myself, right? Matthieu and I may not seem as close as Caleb and I, but we’re pack. If you’re happy, I’m happy. Now, Matthieu texted to say you were probably freaking out in here. Any second thoughts? I can sneak you out, you know.”

I let out a long breath through pursed lips, steadying myself, and shook my head. “No, I’m good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“He’s been…kind of working up to another round I think,” Leo said. “Seeing you will probably set him off for real.”

It was a gentle warning. If I went in now, Rake would need more than just a cuddle. But what’d you put the lock in your pocket for if you thought you were just cuddling? I reminded myself.

“I’m ready.”

Leo leaned in for another kiss, licking and sweet and lazy. He pulled away grinning. “You smell like an alpha. He’s gonna beg so bad.”

I blushed and then Leo took my hand, turning back to the door. Just breathe, I told myself.

Except I took a breath as the door swung open, and it was like being slammed under a wave of sex and chocolate and champagne, a caress that stroked directly between my legs and made me whimper. Leo pulled me along through the doorway and stepped aside, and I choked on the sight before me.

Rake was on his side between his alphas, their hands and mouths stroking up his sides and over his chest, tongues licking down his stomach and up his throat. Rake was twisting and moaning between them. Damn, Cyrus was ripped. I blinked at his shining, ridged chest and then tore my eyes away from the trio before I could get too enraptured with Caleb’s perfectly rounded ass. The nest was smaller than I expected, with dim lights around the room pointed almost like spotlights at the center of the pillowed floor where the group was clustered. The ceiling was so low, I suspected Caleb had to duck when he stood up. There was no furniture, just an endless mattress of a floor cluttered with pillows and blankets pushed aside, and the three busy bodies.

“Hey, baby. I brought you a surprise,” Leo said.

Rake whimpered and then gasped, wiggling out from between his alphas as he caught sight of me.

“Lola! Ohmigod, Lola,” he jumped up on wobbling legs, heading straight for me. Behind him, Caleb seemed to roll away with a grateful gasp, collapsing against the wall, soon joined by a panting Cyrus.

And then all I could see was Rake, wrapping himself around me, body slick with sweat and skin feverish, his dark curls plastered to his head. He was hard against my stomach, already soaking pre-cum through the thin fabric of my dress as he nudged unconsciously against me. With one deep breath in my hair, Rake moaned, his hands on my back clutching.