by Nora Phoenix
He looped a tie around the bedpost, then around Lars’s wrist, checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight. Lars was quiet as Grayson repeated the procedure with his other hand, then with both of his ankles, which he spread wide and gave enough leeway so Lars could pull them up. It only took him a minute or two to tie the beta down completely, and Lars let him. He didn’t protest, and Grayson noticed nothing but curiosity on his face.
Grayson nodded when he was done, satisfied with his work. “Before I forget, neither of you can come without my permission. Understood?”
Sven’s “Yes, alpha” mingled with Lars’s soft “Yes, Sir.”
God, Lars was so close to surrendering that Grayson felt it dance on his skin. He’d better not fuck this up.
“Sven, my sweet pup, why don’t you get started with some of your sweet kisses for Lars?”
Sven didn’t need to be told twice and stretched out on top of Lars, fusing their mouths together. Grayson stood to watch them for a little bit, his stomach all warm and fuzzy at the sight of his two boys. Lars bucked against the restraints when he wanted to move his arms—probably to hold Sven—then relaxed again when he realized he couldn’t.
Grayson gave Sven a subtle push against his shoulder, and the omega got the hint and moved to one side of Lars, content to lay his head on the beta’s shoulder and watch Grayson, who stretched out on Lars’s other side.
“Fair warning, boy, I’m gonna drive you absolutely insane. My goal is to make you beg, and I won’t stop until you do.”
The beta’s muscles tensed as Grayson stroked his chest with one finger, meandering from his left collarbone to his nipple. He caressed it first, the little bud perking up with interest, then took it between his thumb and index finger and rolled it, pinched it, then flicked it. Lars groaned, hissing as Grayson flicked his nipple again, his eyes darkening.
“Mmm, I love the sounds you’re making. Let me hear you, boy. I want to get drunk on every moan falling off your lips.”
He gestured at Sven to imitate his movements on Lars’s other side, and the omega did so with a serious look, the tip of his tongue peeking from between his swollen lips. His cheeks were flushed as he, too, made Lars moan.
Grayson replaced his finger with his tongue, and Sven did the same, their heads pressed together as they sucked, licked, and nibbled a path downward from Lars’s shoulders to the trail of hair that led to his cock, which lay heavy and swollen on his stomach, the tip drooling with anticipation. Grayson’s mouth met Sven’s there, and he kissed him, their mouths as much pressed against each other as against Lars’s dick, which all but begged for their attention.
A big drop of precum pearled at the tip, and Grayson swiped it with his tongue, then fed it back to Sven, who moaned at the taste. He took his time kissing Sven, lazily roaming his mouth while licking Lars’s cock every now and then, and he saw with deep satisfaction Sven did the same. He was such a sweet, obedient boy, so eager to please.
“I want you to pleasure our boy with your mouth, but don’t make him come. If you feel he’s too close, pull back,” Grayson told Sven, and his pup nodded eagerly.
Seconds later, Lars’s cock had disappeared in the omega’s mouth, and the beta bucked his hips off the bed at the erotic onslaught. Grayson pushed Sven a little sideways until he had enough room to work, and then he pressed against Lars’s legs until the beta pulled them up, placing his feet flat on the mattress and spreading his legs.
Perfect.
It was time to drive him crazy.
Lars was going absolutely out-of-his-mind crazy. His system was on overload, frying with processing all the sensations assaulting him at the same time.
There was the feeling of the ties wrapped around his wrists and ankles to secure them to the bedposts, which offered a confusing mix of safety and resistance. Resistance because something told him he shouldn’t like being tied down, just as he shouldn’t like being spanked.
But also safety because Grayson had taken his choice away. Lars had no choice but to endure whatever the alpha had planned for him, and that was scary and comforting at the same time.
Then there was Sven’s mouth, warm and wet around his cock. The omega was attacking his task with his usual eagerness, and what he lacked in subtlety and finesse he more than made up for in enthusiasm. Lars had already been on the edge after Grayson and Sven had done their erotic exploration of his upper body.
That kiss, right on top of his cock. Oh god, that kiss. He’d watched them, mesmerized by the sight of those two mouths so close to his dick. He hadn’t known whether to beg them to kiss him instead or shut the hell up because watching those two devour each other was hot as fuck.
He was dangerously close to the edge, and he hoped like hell Sven would realize it because if he kept this up, Lars didn’t stand a chance to obey Grayson’s command. Sweat pearled on his forehead and broke out all over his body as he fought back his release. His spine tingled, sending waves of pleasure all through his body.
“Sven,” he begged. “Please…”
He wasn’t sure what he was begging for. He didn’t want to come, but he didn’t want him to stop either. Sven sucked him in deep, Lars’s cock engulfed in his mouth, in his throat. Then he did that faint humming thing he did, which drove Lars absolutely insane. His balls drew tight against his body, and just when he thought he couldn’t hold it anymore, Sven’s mouth disappeared.
Lars closed his eyes, relieved at the reprieve, and he let his head fall back on the mattress to rest for as long as they would let him. His chest heaved with breaths, his body clammy with the effort of holding back.
“You’re doing so well,” Grayson said, his voice soothing. “I’m so proud of you.”
Lars opened his eyes to find the alpha close to him, their faces only inches apart. He studied him, the kind brown eyes, the genuine look of pride on the alpha’s face. There was no criticism here, no judgment, only pride and affection.
He licked his lips, tasting the saltiness of his own sweat. Grayson’s eyes dropped to Lars’s mouth, and he licked his lips again, slower this time.
“Kiss me, please, Sir?”
Grayson smiled, and Lars held his breath as the alpha closed the distance between them. His lips were firm, insistent, pressing against Lars’s until he opened up. When his tongue met Grayson’s, a jolt of electricity rushed through him. Grayson’s tongue danced with his, gently coaxing and persuading until Lars melted against him. Only then did Grayson intensify the kiss, roaming Lars’s mouth as if he owned it, exploring every inch until Lars was gasping for breath and close to the edge all over again.
He moaned into Grayson’s mouth, needing more, and only then realized that the alpha had been right. Lars would beg him. Hell, he already had begged him for that kiss, and he would do whatever he had to to get more.
He jolted as slick fingers pressed against his hole. It was Grayson who had apparently slicked up his fingers before he started kissing Lars. Without interrupting their kiss, Grayson pushed inside, first with one finger, then quickly adding another. The kiss distracted Lars from the burn, so he focused on that, on the feeling of Grayson’s slick tongue against his. He had butterflies in his stomach, even as his body was still so fucking aroused.
Grayson pushed his fingers deep inside him, and Lars’s balls tingled all over again. Then Grayson curled his fingers, pressing right against Lars’s prostate, and he bucked off the bed with his hips, moaning loudly into Grayson’s mouth. He had to close his eyes, not able to deal with all the sensations anymore. He felt Grayson move, taking his mouth off Lars, though he stayed so close Lars felt his breath warm his mouth.
The two fingers in his ass became three, he reckoned, considering the burning stretch in his hole. God, he loved it, loved being opened wide. His cock jumped up in appreciation, and seconds later, Sven sucked him down again, and Lars was lost. It was too much, too good, too…
“I can’t… I can’t hold it back!”
Unlike before, Sven’s mouth didn’t d
isappear, and the fingers in his ass found his prostate again, rubbing it in the most perfect, delicious way. He had to hold back; he wanted to. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted to obey Grayson until he was at the point where he couldn’t. He fought it with all he had, but it was impossible.
“Please, please stop. I don’t want to come,” he begged.
He thrashed his head from left to right, his whole body tight as a drum in an effort to stave off his orgasm. Tears of frustration formed in his eyes, dripped down his cheeks. He had seconds at most, judging by the way his balls clenched flush against his body. But Sven didn’t let up, and neither did Grayson. He was going to lose this battle.
“Please! I can’t hold it back anymore…”
And then he let out a sobbing cry that came from his very soul. “Daddy!”
Grayson’s voice was deep and emotional as he spoke. “Come for me.”
Lars shattered, letting go of the impossible hold he’d had on himself. Grayson held him, their mouths pressed together as Lars broke into a million pieces, his cock erupting in Sven’s mouth, his body shaking and trembling. He sobbed as he came harder than he’d ever come before, his orgasm so violent it bordered on painful.
Grayson drank in every sound he made, his mouth never leaving Lars’s, his fingers still strong and demanding inside him. He kept pressing against his prostate, and Sven kept sucking him, both prolonging his orgasm until Lars was sobbing in Grayson’s arms, wanting it to end and begging them to keep going at the same time.
He wasn’t sure how long it lasted, seconds or minutes or even longer, but when his orgasm finally surrendered to its inevitable ending, Lars sagged in Grayson’s arms on the bed. He was wiped, drenched, feeling like a wet rag that had been completely wrung out.
Somebody—it had to be Sven, considering Grayson was still holding him—untied his wrists and ankles, and then strong arms lifted him up, dragging him on top of Grayson. He kept his eyes closed, too tired to even open them, too wiped out to resist anything. All he wanted to do was rest here, stay here, with his…Daddy.
21
Lidon had always loved his job. Even during investigations that had been hard on him emotionally, he’d never dreaded going into work. But today, as he drove into the city for his suspension meeting, his stomach was in knots.
They’d suspended him with pay a month ago—the salary part he couldn’t care about less, obviously—but had never shown him the evidence they claimed to possess against him. That was supposed to happen today, and he feared what they had on him.
All of it was fake, he knew that, but after everything that had happened, the way they—whoever “they” were—had managed to get Palani and Enar suspended as well, and on the same day, scared him. They had a fucking long reach, and his gut said they would go to great lengths to support their agenda. And apparently, getting him fired was part of that plan.
He still wondered who was behind it. It had to be connected to what Palani had been investigating somehow, and his money was on the AWC, but of course there were other suspects, like Lukos. Worst-case scenario, they had multiple enemies who saw them as easy targets.
The easy part bothered him the most. He’d been stupid to use the system to get that police report on Dr. Vandermeer. That had alerted Ryland that Lidon was onto him. In his own defense, as Palani had worded it, it was hard for Lidon to imagine a brother in blue turning on him like this. Betraying his own coworkers, the force. It ran contrary to everything Lidon believed in.
But he wouldn’t be that naïve again. He wouldn’t be that easy of a target again. Even now, Adar trailed him in a nondescript car, keeping an eye on Lidon as much as he could. He couldn’t come into the building with him, but he sure as hell would stay close in case Lidon needed him.
Lidon didn’t like leaving the ranch, especially now that Vieno was pregnant. God, he couldn’t wait to hold his son. That alone gave him something to fight for.
Lidon entered the parking garage for police headquarters. He held his badge in front of the reader, expecting it to bleep in denial, but it blinked green, and the yellow-and-black barrier rose. He parked in his own spot—that, too, hadn’t been revoked yet—and walked inside.
The receptionist gestured to the big conference room to indicate that’s where he was supposed to report, and when he walked in, his stomach dropped. He’d expected a meeting with the chief of police and his union representative, and maybe John, his boss, but he counted at least ten people waiting inside. He didn’t know half the people sitting there. Was this an ambush of some kind? At least John was there, though he looked tense as hell.
His face carefully blank, Lidon nodded toward the chief. “Chief.”
“We’re glad you could make it today, Detective Hayes.”
Lidon was on high alert immediately. What did he mean that he could make it? “I could’ve made it weeks ago, sir,” he couldn’t resist pointing out. “I asked for this meeting as soon as I was informed of my suspension.”
The chief looked flustered. “Yes, yes, of course. Have a seat.”
If Lidon had learned one thing in his ten years on the force, it was that power was everything—and perceived power was close to actual power. So instead of obeying the chief right away, he walked over to the table in the back and poured himself a cup of coffee, adding a drop of milk and a half packet of sugar with slow, precise movements, even though he preferred his coffee black. They could damn well wait until he was ready.
It was clear from the seating arrangement where he was expected to sit down. All eleven people—he did count them now—sat on the same side of the horseshoe setup. He was obviously expected to sit down opposite them, facing a firing squad. He pretended to be oblivious and walked over to the seat next to John, who was the last one on that side.
“I think you’ll be more comfortable on the other side,” the chief said after clearing his throat. “So you can see us.”
Lidon stretched his long legs in front of him and plastered a smile on his face. “Oh, no worries. I’m fine here.”
The chief, who was seated at the head of the horseshoe, rustled with the papers in front of him. “Okay, then. Erm, we’re here today to decide on your suspension, Detective Hayes, so let’s—”
“Excuse me, Chief,” Lidon said. “Could you maybe introduce everyone first? I’d like to know who I’m talking to.”
“Right. Erm, okay.”
The chief proceeded with introducing the men at the table. Aside from the chief himself, John, and a scribe, there were three lawyers representing the police force, two representatives from the mayor’s office, a representative from the national police organization—why the hell were they involved in this?—another lawyer who didn’t reveal who he was representing, and his union representative, a dark-haired beta who looked like he’d never even shaved and still needed his mother to buy him alcohol. Lidon felt so much better knowing they sent a baby beta to be on his side. The union kid was also placed right next to the chief, and that wouldn’t do.
Lidon got up from his chair to walk over and extend his hand. “Lidon Hayes,” he said.
The beta got up, turning his back toward the others as he took Lidon’s hand. “Duer Hovart.”
“Pleasure to meet you. I’m sure you’ve been brought up to speed about the charges against me?”
The beta raised his left hand and made a quick, subtle notion toward the door. Lidon’s eyes narrowed.
“I was only brought on this case this morning, sir,” Duer said. His tone was perfectly respectful, and yet Lidon felt something in his words, his posture, the sharpness of his look as he sought eye contact with Lidon. This baby beta wasn’t as gullible as he seemed.
“In that case, I insist we take five minutes to confer,” Lidon said. He turned toward the chief. “I’m sure the chief won’t mind, as he’s always prided himself on working closely with the union.”
The chief shared a look with the lawyers. “We can step outside for a moment,” the oldest of the three
lawyers said.
“No need for you to join us,” Lidon said pleasantly. “I just want to confer with my representative for a moment.”
“I’m afraid I insist.”
Lidon looked at Duer, whose eyes made a quick movement that told Lidon everything he needed to know. “And I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. I’m pretty sure I’m entitled to a private conversation with my union representative. Am I right, Duer?”
Suddenly, the kid was all flustered again. “Well, yes, Detective Hayes…erm, that is your right. Opposing counsel can, erm, ask to be present, but you’re at liberty to decline.”
The kid deserved a freaking Oscar for that performance, Lidon thought with admiration. He reminded him of Palani a bit—that same sharp look in his eyes.
The lawyer leaned back in his seat, obviously pissed. “I hate to see you antagonize us from the start, Detective Hayes. I’m sure we all want this to be solved as amicably as possible.”
“I couldn’t agree more, which is what I will tell Duer. In our private conversation.”
He walked out without waiting for an answer, Duer following him, apologizing to the others in the room. He led him into an adjoining empty conference room.
“What the hell is going on?” Lidon asked him as soon as the door was shut behind them.
All of Duer’s submissiveness and shyness was gone. “They’re out for your head,” he said. “I was given your case this morning, which in itself is an egregious breach of protocol, as we need to have at least one conversation with our clients before representing them. I was told you’d spoken with a colleague of mine and was given the notes of that supposed conversation.”
Lidon’s eyes darkened. “I never talked to anyone from the union. I called five, six times, but no one ever bothered calling back.”
“That’s what I figured because those notes were contradictory as fuck. If it had been a formal deposition, you’d have perjured yourself five times over in that one statement.”