Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(90)

“Nearly there,” I rasped in her ear. “One more time, gorgeous.”

Tears rolled out of her eyes but she nodded, pulling away from Rake’s kiss and searching for mine. Caleb’s hand was on her waist, Cyrus’ fingers still locked with hers.

It wasn’t a rough union, but it was deep and intense, my own emotions high in my throat as color flashed behind my eyes. I pressed in deep, Rake sinking in and settling, the alphas taking charge of the thrust and soft pound until Lola shattered, the sweetest, trembling sound on her lips as she clamped around me. I came, biting on her lip and trying to swallow my groan as hot spikes of pleasure burst out of me.

She was ours. If she didn’t see it now, she would soon. Lola was pack.





Twenty-Nine





Lola





The others retreated, and I collapsed back onto the mattress with only Rake. He was still bucking and whimpering, still hard. He was on top of me, brow furrowed and throat flexed, and I stretched my neck as he held my thighs around his hips. I latched onto his throat, and Rake groaned, pace hiccuping.

“Release the lock,” Leo rasped, settling down near me.

“Not yet,” Rake gasped. He turned his head down to meet my eyes, face pleading. “Please. Please a little more.”

I had no strength, and his thrusting inside of me was almost a numb feeling. Not painful, but not exactly stimulating either. I was pretty sure I was used up. But I nodded and pulled his face to mine, sucking on his lips. Still, whoever had the remote turned the vibration down, and the burning pulse against my clit settled and softened into something pleasant. I hummed and Rake whimpered.

I stroked my hands over his sticky skin, the wet squish of our releases splashing a little against my sex and stomach every time he thrust in.

“Lola,” Rake mumbled against my mouth. “Oh, god, Lola.”

“It’s all right,” I whispered, combing my fingers through his hair.

“Fuck, it’s fucking heaven,” Rake groaned, and the burst of another release warmed me and left a soft echo in me that made me shift into him, as if I might still have it in me to come again.

How was that even fucking possible? I had to be high as a kite. I’d just been the center of the most insane sexual sandwich, there should’ve been no room left to want more.

Rake landed heavily on top of me, body still working, trying to drag more from the both of us. The pressure and the heat of him was stifling, but I buried my face into his neck, wrapped my arms tight around his back, and held on as he rocked and twisted. Leo was close, kissing my shoulders, my arms, Rake’s back, touching us both. Rake came again and I gasped as a soft, teasing flutter rushed through me.

“Again,” Rake whispered in my ear, and I whined, turning to catch Leo’s kiss.

He fit his hand back between us, fingertips pressing over my clit as Rake created the perfect pressure with his shallow thrusts. The orgasm came on in a soft slide over my skin and I was under it before I realized, fingers pulling on Rake’s hair, legs tight around his hips.

“Now,” Leo said.

And then Rake was gushing and groaning, shaking on top of me, one wet burst after another, his mouth finding mine to shout into our kiss. It was filthy and explicit and noisy, but it was also satisfying. I’d given Rake this experience he’d never really had before. I wasn’t an alpha, no, and I wasn’t even good at pretending it, but I’d made him desperate and animal and demanding more from me and I’d delivered everything he’d asked for.

Rake’s lips slid away and he panted into my hair, finally still aside from his heaving breaths. Leo reached for his shoulders, and I caught his hands.

“Let him stay for a minute,” I said, breathless from Rake’s weight, from the whole extended experience, but happy in the moment.

“Only a minute,” Leo murmured, kissing my forehead. “He can’t hog you. Or crush you.”

Rake sighed and kissed my throat, lowering my legs down to the bed and making me wince as he shifted inside of me. Just one more minute.





I’d slept hard for at least an hour or so, but when I woke again, pressed between Rake and Leo, I was restless. And shivering, despite the heat of them on either side of me. The air was a little stale now, less perfume and more pungent, and I was keenly aware of Cyrus and Caleb on either side of my boyfriends.

Caleb had kissed me. Barely, but it was still a kiss. They’d both been up close and personal with me now, even if we hadn’t had sex directly. Kind of. Where were the lines on this sort of thing? In the haze, it had seemed natural to have them close and now…

I wasn’t upset. I was overwhelmed. And in the quiet pause of the night, being overwhelmed was more than a passing feeling. Every second I lay awake while the others slept, it grew stronger, a steady pressure on my chest.

I knew what came next. A few more minutes of lying here and letting my brain run like a car without a driver, and I’d be gasping for air and hitting a panic attack.

It was tricky to slide out from between Leo and Rake, their limbs were scattered on top of me, and even one of Cyrus’ hands had landed near my ass. I did it in slow shifts, my eyes closed as I felt my way carefully out of the tangle of men. When I was up and kneeling between their legs I looked back once to find Leo and Caleb wearing twin frowns, their brows folded in the same troubled expression, as if Leo could sense the loss of me and shared it with Caleb.