Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(87)

“Fuuuck,” he breathed, arms immediately trying to drag me down into the bed.

I met his wet, licking kiss, steadying him with my hands on his jaw, trying to gentle the hungry ravage of his teeth and tongue.

“Easy, Rake,” Caleb said in a firm tone from the corner of the room.

Rake sighed into my mouth and softened, Leo helping guide me down to my knees, his presence safe and welcome at my back.

“You smell so good,” Rake whined. “I knew Matt was interested in you, that quiet French bastard.” I hiccuped, worried Rake was angry, but when I pulled away he had a drowsy grin on his lips. “Was he sweet to you, huh?”

I swallowed hard and nodded, overly aware of the stares from the alphas on the other side of the small room. I tried not to think about the fact that I was alone in a room with four men, all of whom were naked.

Leo. Rake. Caleb. Cyrus. I played their names over in my head. They weren’t strangers. I was safe.

“Are you sore?” Rake asked, leaning in again and burrowing his face into my neck. His hands slid down my back to my ass, and he rocked himself against my hips, working his cock in the folds of my skirt.

Rake smelled like chocolate warming over the stove, and every breath I took was like drinking down thick syrupy spoonfuls of his scent. I slipped my fingers into his thick strands, scratching my nails over his scalp and smiling as he shook against me.

“I’m not sore,” I answered into his cheek.

“Will you stay?” he rasped.

Leo’s hands were gentle on my back, mostly holding me up as Rake leaned heavily into me, body moving in small unconscious thrusts like he was just waiting to get inside of me. I had a chance to change my mind. I could wait and come back to the room when Rake was a little less amped up. He would understand.

But in that small nest room, surrounded by perfumes and pheromones, with Rake’s hands roving and pleading with me, I wanted to stay.

“Yes,” I said, and then Rake’s tongue was in my mouth, fucking against my own tongue, his hand rucking up my skirt.

I grinned and laughed into the kiss as he started to whine and rut against me, trying to push me backward into the mattress.

“You smell like an alpha, and it’s driving me fuckin’ crazy,” Rake rasped.

I stroked my hands down to his shoulders as he butted me up against Leo’s chest, and then I gripped and pushed. Rake was pliable and with one nudge from me, he let himself fall back, dragging me over him with his hands on my ass. I crawled over his lap, laughing as Rake’s hips bucked under my skirt, searching for my core.

Matthieu had my panties somewhere, they’d gotten in the way at a certain point in the car. Probably while he was wearing your thighs as earrings, I reminded myself, a flash of heat in my core at the memory. Twice as tempting was the picture of Rake below me, glowing with flush and sweat, face torn in the agony of heat. I settled down, sliding myself along his cock as he tried to burrow inside of me. My palm on his chest held him still as the other reached into my pocket, pulling out the toy remote first.

I turned and held it out to Leo, whose eyebrows bounced as he took it from my fingers.

“You’ll get the hang of it,” I said, smiling at him as he grinned back. Then I pulled out the lock next. It looked fairly innocent, almost like a thick rubber bracelet, with ridges for decoration. I’d gotten the sleek black version, the ‘Cadillac’ of locks according to the site, and when Rake’s eyes tore away from my skirt to see it in my fingers, they grew wide.

“You didn’t,” he gasped.

“I did,” I said, waggling my eyebrows.

“Fucking Christmas,” Rake whispered, settling beneath me.

I glanced over to the corner of the room, remembering our audience. Cyrus and Caleb had both covered up slightly with a blanket, and Cyrus was curled into Caleb, sucking on his throat, hands above the blanket. Caleb was watching me, one hand holding Cyrus to him but the other making the blanket bounce slightly. He stopped as I caught him, our gazes locking, and I almost wanted to tell him to toss the blanket aside, to let me watch.

But I wasn’t the real alpha in the room, even if I would play one for Rake.

“Unzip me,” I said to Leo.

Rake moaned and rocked up, his cock weeping against my sex as Leo pulled the zipper down and helped me out of the dress. The lock was a tight fit over Rake’s cock since he was already plenty aroused, but he pushed into the sleeve, the fluid already seeping down his length making the glide smoother. When it sat snugly around his base, almost seamless with his girth, Rake guided me to balancing above him.

“I missed you,” Rake murmured, brow furrowed and chest heaving, trying to be sweet even when I knew all he really wanted was for me to sink down and surround him.

So I did, gasping as he filled me. Matthieu had been prepping me for almost two hours, making the way just the right amount of easy for Rake and I.

“What should I do?” Leo asked.

“Anything,” I gasped, rocking and feeling the perfect fit of Rake inside me, and the slightly less giving texture of the lock at my opening. “Everything.”

A moment later, the ‘lock’ started to buzz, Rake and I both shouting at the sudden vibration. Leo laughed behind me.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.”

I bent and Rake arched to meet me, our mouths connecting in a fierce latch of lips as I started to bounce and grind, the vibration teasing my sensitive opening.