Lola & the Millionaires: Part Two

by Kathryn Moon

  I fidgeted in place, turning in Matthieu’s arms and looking up at him. The speckles of gray growing in over his jaw, the mess of hair he was ignoring on his day off. My alpha. He grinned at me as the euphoria welled up.

  “I like these little moments where you remember what’s changed.” He kissed my forehead. “I love to feel how happy you are.”

  “How happy you’ve made me.”

  “Not just me though,” Matthieu said, his eyebrows jumping briefly.

  I took a deep breath and gathered my courage, reaching up between us to rest my fingers on his cheeks. “You know that I want to—”

  “Yes, Lolotte. I’m yours and you are mine, and you are ours. Pack,” Matthieu said, leaning into the touch.

  I released the breath in a sigh, and Matthieu pulled me to him for a sweet and lingering kiss.

  “I’ll see you later,” Matthieu murmured. “The others may have to sleep without you because I don’t think Wes or I will share tonight.”

  I grinned as Matthieu released me. “That’ll have to get sorted out sooner or later. I don't want to always choose between them and the two of you. But tonight, I think you’re right.”

  "We'll learn exactly how close we’re willing to get, I'm sure," Matthieu said with a nod. "But until you're ready to take Caleb's or Cyrus' bond, I'll hog you as much as I'm able."

  I caught the smiles from the rest of the pack, and the equally knowing looks. Yeah, transparency was kind of nice when it was my guys looking through me. The elevator sank smoothly down to the basement level, and as soon as I stepped out, I heard the music. Pounding rock, heavy drums, and bluesy chords muffled behind the walls of the gym. Wes was lifting weights, his chest heaving and legs straddling the black bench. He should’ve had a spotter with him, and I wondered what kind of day he’d dealt with to be working out this much frustration.

  But it wasn’t a bad view from my end. Although I had a couple ideas of how to make it better. The music was deafening as I stepped inside, and Wes didn’t notice my arrival. His scent was heavy in the room, thicker than any other lingering traces, and right now the salt was cutting through his usual sweetness. It still made me automatically wet. Which was convenient.

  I didn’t want to surprise him in the middle of a rep, so I turned the music down with the wall controls, watching him pause to catch his breath. He tilted his head to check the mirror, and I grinned as the frown he was wearing vanished in a flash, leaving open shock and what I hoped was excitement. He tried to sit up, and nearly crashed into the barbell.

  “Stay,” I called, moving directly to his side. When he twisted to slide out from under the weight, I stopped him by raising my knee and resting it lightly over his stomach. “I said, stay there.”

  His brow furrowed, hands fisted around the metal bar. “Lola, sweetheart.”

  His chest was bare, gleaming with sweat, and up close to him like this, the salty bite of his scent was appealing on its own, although it was quickly growing sweeter by the second.

  “You missed my texts,” I said, sliding my knee across him, grinning as I straddled him over the bench. I was just about an inch above his hips, and he panted as he looked between us, hips kicking up briefly to nudge against me before he regained control.

  “Haven’t even checked my phone. When did you get back?”

  “Really late last night,” I said. I raised my shirt up over my head and then swept my hair to the side.

  Wes’ eyes moved slowly up from my stomach, hovering on my bare breasts as a purr started up in his chest, before finally finding the bite on my shoulder.

  “I’m your packmate now,” I said.

  “About damn time,” Wes growled, ignoring my instructions and moving swiftly out from under the bar. His hands grabbed me by the shoulder blades, and I braced myself for the rough impact of his kiss, lips and teeth and tongue claiming me forcefully until I was moaning and rolling my hips over his.

  I pulled away from the kiss, sucking at the corner of his jaw and then over his throat, my hands trapped between us as I tried to push him back. His damn chest looked like a buffet to my brain at the moment, and I wanted to devour him. Wes cooperated a little, huffing a laugh as I scooted back and sucked his collarbone and over his chest, scraping my nails lightly over his nipples.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, wait,” Wes rumbled, hands stroking my shoulders and down my arms. I nipped at his skin, and he caught my hands in his, whipping them behind my back and making me gasp at the sudden shift in control.

  Wes raised an eyebrow at me, his lips twitching as I panted and squirmed. I should’ve gotten totally naked before getting on his lap.

  “Hello, Lola. I’ve missed you. I’m glad you’re home,” Wes said with a painfully patient pace, raising his eyebrows at me.

  I grinned at him and settled, my breasts thrust forward by Wes’ grip on my arms at my back. He did his best not to look down, but I might’ve wiggled just to tempt him.

  “Hello, Wes. I’ve missed you too. I’d really like to screw you silly on this contraption that was obviously designed to operate as a sex bench.”

  “I’ve got plans for you,” Wes said, eyes hooding. “Candles and dinner and—”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I answered, leaning in to kiss the dent on his chin. “Plenty of time for candles and dinner. But I have plans for you too, and they involve this bench and us enjoying the view in that mirror.” I jerked my head back to the mirror behind me and watched as Wes’ pupils expanded at the suggestion.

  I rolled my shoulders back and rocked over his growing erection, brushing my chest against his. Wes’ eyes trailed down between us, and his tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip. He looked back over my shoulder to the mirror, and a thick purr rattled against my breasts.

  “Stand up and turn yourself around,” Wes said.

  My breath hitched as he released my arms, and I stood, wavering slightly with the force of his command. I was getting what I wanted, but now I was entirely in Wes’ hands. I crossed over his lap and turned to face the mirror, biting my lip as Wes’ hands cupped my hip. I’d worn sleep shorts all day, and Wes’ thumbs hooked into the waistband.

  “Shimmy for me,” Wes purred.

  I laughed and shook my hips as Wes drew the shorts and my underwear down to my calves for me to step out of. With the picture of me naked clear in the mirror, I flushed pink from head to toe. Wes’ warm palms traveled back up, outside my thighs and over my hips, squeezing the globes of my ass before sliding up and circling my waist almost completely.

  I gasped as he lifted me, bending my legs up for him as he raised me back onto his lap, pressing my back to his chest. My feet settled on the floor, and Wes’ hands slid down my front to the crux of my thighs, holding me open and framing my pussy, fingertips barely grazing the lips of my sex.

  “Like this, sweetheart?” Wes purred in my ear, tongue flicking out to lick along the shell.

  He was holding me just over his lap so there was no friction for me to use to relieve the ache in my core. I arched and whined, my ass against Wes’ stomach and his cock tapping against my cheeks through his loose shorts.

  “Like this, but with you naked,” I said, turning my head and trying to catch Wes’ lips for a kiss. It was too far to twist, but I did get to see Wes taking an appreciative look down my chest.

  “Take them off for me,” Wes said.

  My brow furrowed at the request. The bench wasn’t going to make that easy. Neither were Wes’ hands or me over his lap. But I bent forward to do my best, reaching underneath where Wes held my legs apart to tug on his shorts. His hips bucked to help, and I gasped as he ground against my ass, the slippery fabric of the gym shorts stretching before finally pulling free. His cock tapped me playfully on the ass, and Wes’ purr grew louder.

  I huffed as I pulled his shorts to his knees and then sat up, grinning at him in the mirror.

  “I see you’ve adapted to this situation easily enough to take the upper hand, alpha,” I said, meaning the titl
e as a tease.

  Wes clamped a hot hand over my sex and the other rose to base of my neck, bending me backward with a moan falling from my lips.

  “I am an alpha—yours. And I think you like to push so that I’ll push back,” Wes said softly, turning his head to press a kiss to my temple. His fingers rubbed over my pussy, spreading my arousal over every sensitive fold and around my clit. His cock was wedged between my ass cheeks and I bounced a little, trying to drive his touch closer and tease his length. Wes growled, eyes falling shut, and he rubbed harder.

  “Please,” I panted, riding the dull pleasure of his hand. “Please, I need you. And you need me too.”

  Wes paused, his hand moving from my neck, and I reached up to hold his grip there, finding his gaze in the mirror and holding onto it.

  “We’re a part of this pack, and it’s about time we both started acting like it,” I said, locking my eyes with his, admiring the view of myself stretched and poised for his taking. “No more hovering at the edges, Wes. No more pretending to be the bodyguard. Love us. Let me love you.”

  Wes’ touch was loose and I was able to twist, ignoring the strain of muscles in my waist as I caught Wes’ lips for a licking kiss. His breathing was heavy and his hands wandered, stroking my breasts, my taut thighs as I balanced over him.

  “Love you, sweetheart,” Wes purred in a mumble against my mouth.

  “I love you too, alpha,” I answered in a whisper.

  A whisper was all it took. Wes growled and tugged me against him, the head of his cock finding my opening just in time for him to push me down. I gasped, mouth falling open as I sank onto Wes’ thick length, while his tongue twisted around my own and he swallowed my groans.

  He scooted us to the edge of the bench, spreading my thighs open as my legs hung over his knees. “Look,” he said.

  I turned to the mirror and moaned at the picture of us, Wes’ cock red and stretching my opening. His knot was almost visibly pulsing, dark and aching to be inside of me, but Wes was long and I’d be feeling him everywhere before we got to that point.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, Lola,” Wes murmured, stroking my ribs, my breasts, my stomach, and my legs. “Fucking exquisite. Jesus, you feel so good.”

  I moaned and shifted, rocking and rising, resisting the urge to let my eyes fall shut just so I could watch the slow reveal of Wes cock as he slid out of me, shining with my juices. Wes’ hands cupped my ass and pushed me back down, a little farther than before, his purr thick and rattling behind me as I cried out.

  “What a goddamn view,” Wes breathed, and I grinned, repeating the slow ride up and down his cock, savoring the deep and full feeling of him buried inside of me, the delicious drag as I lifted off him.

  I wondered if Rake knew he was missing out on the biggest cock in the pack. Lucky me.

  Wes’ hand returned to the back of my neck, gripping my nape in a firm but not painful clasp. It was commanding, and he used it to push me back down every time I rose up, creating a deep thrill in my gut. I arched and bowed to take him deeper, and Wes’ hand on my ass squeezed hard, making me clench around him.

  “Good girl,” Wes purred. “Show me those pretty tits.”

  I moaned and lost the fight to keep my eyes open.

  “I feel you sucking on me, sweetheart. I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

  Goddamn. Wes was a dirty talker. I was officially a dead woman. But I’d be dying happy.

  “Now,” Wes growled.

  I whined and spread myself open with one hand, rubbing rapidly over my clit with the other, my legs straining. Wes pulled my shoulders back, kissing my ear, the corner of my jaw, and then sucking his lips over my pulse.

  “Can you stay like this for me?” he asked.

  I nodded and swallowed hard, my body aching from the stretch but in all the good ways. Wes purred, and then both his hands covered my breasts, squeezing and rolling them before his fingers focused on my nipples.

  “Tell me when it’s too much.”

  I gasped as he started to pinch and pluck, little tugs echoing in my core and pounding in my clit. My breasts were pushed forward and pressed together by the position of my own arms, and Wes traded the gentle little plucks for deep grips of my flesh. The more ragged my breath became, the harder he played with my nipples until a pinch was a burn and a pluck was a long pull that left me trembling.

  “You like it?”

  “Yes, alpha,” I breathed, and Wes answered the word with a roaring purr. What a wonderful secret weapon to have.

  “I don’t want to do too much and leave you sore. How close are you, sweetheart?”

  I was right at the edge, my hands aching from where I played with myself, my thighs burning. “So close. Please. Please just a little more.”

  Wes kissed my cheek and then pinched my nipples tight and rolled them lightly, making me scream, lightning striking right down from my breasts into my clit, and then booming out of me. Wes’ arms wrapped around my waist to hold me through the wave, and I leaned forward, bracing myself on his knees.

  I had more than one secret weapon, and I used the other one now, pushing my fluttering sex down onto Wes’ knot, feeling the depth all the way up to my throat. The dreamy crush of the orgasm grew sharper with the tension of the knot, and I clenched my teeth and keened. Wes growled and tensed as he locked inside of me, pulling me back to his chest, the both of us gasping.

  “Fuck, fuck,” he breathed, shuddering. “Lola…I…”

  And then he snarled, and we slid off the bench and onto the work out mats. I caught myself on my hands and knees as Wes covered my back, hips snapping and digging into my ass. His knot was just barely lodged inside of me, and I spread my thighs so he could fit deeper.

  “Does it…does it hurt?” he asked, voice tight. "I've never…"

  “God, no. It's a good kind of too much.” I arched my back, and Wes moaned as I gripped him. I’d gotten a little taste through the bond with Matthieu before we’d left the Plaza, and the level of pleasure for him had almost been strangling. Wes certainly sounded like he was having a hard time breathing, all snarls and growls and the occasional whine of need. His hands held my hips in a bruising grip as he rutted against my ass, cock throbbing inside of me. I squeezed around him, and he shouted, his release bursting even as he continued to fuck me.

  I grinned and looked up in the mirror. Wes’ face was strained with ecstatic agony, mouth hanging open and brow furrowed with concentration as he stared at where we were joined, as if he was thinking on the act rather than acting by instinct. He had none of Cyrus’ restraint or Matthieu’s calculated control, he was purely response, purely chasing pleasure.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t breathe,” Wes groaned, eyes falling shut. “God, it’s so good. Fucking perfect. Sweetheart, you’re mine.” He growled the last word, and I hummed in agreement.

  I lowered myself to my elbows and sighed as Wes’ knot rubbed my inner front walls. That was it, god, that was the fucking spot.

  “I am yours, alpha,” I said. Emmy had been the beta most ready and willing to give me her rundown of best knotting positions, and I could see why this was one of her favorites. Wes was losing his mind, and his knot was like a massive vibrator just set to—

  I gasped and shuddered as a surprising, soft orgasm rushed over me, and Wes growled and bucked right through it, his hands smoothing over my trembling back.

  When I caught my breath again, I settled myself further, watching Wes’ stomach flex in the mirror, his eyes on my reflection. My breasts pressed to the cool padded mat, and Wes couldn’t get any deeper inside of me, but he seemed content to grind in place, his eyes getting droopy with satisfaction.

  “Are you going to make me yours?” I asked softly.

  He blinked, and then blinked again, bowing over my back. His hands braced on either side of my shoulder. “Look at me.”

  I turned my head, resting my cheek on my folded arms, and looked at him as much as I was able to out of the corner of my eye.r />
  “Sweetheart, are you asking…?”

  “I want your bite, Wes,” I said, butting myself back into his hips and squeezing my core around him. “I’m yours.”

  Clarity settled over his gaze, and Wes’ arms looped around my middle, shifting us so that he was sitting on the floor with me on his lap again.

  “You are mine. And this is the last time I’ll make you ask, but I wanna be sure,” Wes murmured, leaning to the side so we could see each other more clearly. His hands were petting every part of me, thick fingers tangling in my hair, then stroking my waist, and then up to hold and soothe my breasts and the nipples he’d abused sweetly.

  “Bite me, alpha,” I said, catching his lips in a soft kiss.

  I expected him to growl with satisfaction like Matthieu had. But he only kissed me back, languid and lazy, and then grazed his lips over my cheek, nuzzling my temple. He continued, over my jaw, my throat, my right shoulder, and then even my left, pecking his lips over Matthieu’s bite. His nose nudged at my nape and then one of his hands reached up to my jaw, tipping my head far to the side.

  I didn’t think to brace, so lulled by his kisses, and there was no hesitation on his part. One moment, he was kissing the back of my neck, and in the next his teeth were buried there, my eyes wide on the mirror as he thrummed with a heavy purr.

  Wes rolled us to the side, and then flattened me to the floor beneath him, pulling his teeth free from the burning bite and growling out, “Spread. Farther, sweetheart.”

  My legs spread until my thighs burned and I couldn’t move anymore. Wes began to rut again, his tongue lapping over his mark on my neck. The bond was heavy, the sensation of hands everywhere. But instead of them being tight or cruel, it was as if I was being held up by them. Wes wasn’t the high and happy glow of my bond with Matthieu, he was foundation. Steady ground to stand on. Tears welled in my eyes, and I swallowed them down as his knot dug perfectly inside of me, his hands holding me to take all of him. Shuddering warmth spread through my veins.

  “I have you,” Wes murmured, voice tight with his own desperation.