Lola & the Millionaires: Part Two

by Kathryn Moon

  “Better?”

  I laughed and twisted, ignoring the tug of Caleb’s knot inside of me so I could see Cyrus sprawled out behind us, his hands on my butt and his grin flashing at me. He leaned in and licked again, and his side of the bond was tipsy and happy, but it still helped steady me in the moment. He was tugging on his end, holding me steady and in my own space in the cluster of the five of us together.

  I grinned back at him and nodded. “Better. Thank you.”

  “Mmm, no problem,” he said, wrapping his lips over the spot and sucking and licking. “Just think of how this is going to feel when I spank you pink again.”

  My sex clenched around Caleb, and I flopped back onto his chest, trying to resist the urge to start humping my alpha again. My lips spread wider. My alphas. I was claimed. I was claimed to the fourth power.

  Caleb took up his spot on his own bondmark, Cyrus hummed, I shivered, and Rake sent a bolt of lust at me from two directions.

  Oh man, I was going to be so tired tomorrow.

  Twenty-Nine

  Cyrus

  It took every ounce of patience in me to wait for Caleb's knot to ease. If it had been me who'd knotted and bitten Lola first, I would have kept her there for hours, working us both into sweaty weak sexual messes.

  Thankfully, Caleb was a better man than I was, soothing Lola and the others into a drowsy kind of calm, instead of keeping her perpetually aroused and stimulated. He knew I was waiting for my moment with her. I wanted to tend my bondmark, but it was too likely to get Lola wiggling on Caleb. And I was greedy. I wanted her around my knot while she was loose and liquid and coated in my lovers' scents.

  I sat up on my knees at Lola's back, admiring the view of her from here. Her legs spread over Caleb's thighs. Her ass winking at me, Rake's release still a little shiny and sticky on her skin. My bite mark, red and swollen and begging for my attention.

  "Don't fall asleep, love," Caleb murmured to her. "Cyrus is waiting."

  "Mmm, I can feel him," she answered. She pushed herself up on weak arms, and I did my best to keep my touch light as I skimmed my hands over her back and combed my fingers through her hair.

  Lola looked over her shoulder, perfectly plush and kiss-swollen lips quirking up at the corners. "Do you have plans for me, Boss?"

  "Constantly," I said, a boyish tumble of excitement at her name for me in our games. I leaned forward and resisted the urge to taste her skin, settling for a chaste kiss on her shoulder. "But this time, I just want it to be us, no playing."

  I smiled to myself as something soft unfurled in my new bond. I'd only ever shared myself with Rake in this way, and our bond had been formed in a heat rut. Neither of us regretted it, I was his solitary tie to the pack for a long while, and I was a comfortably loose one for him to find his way in. Rake and I were best friends and mates, perfectly suited and balanced to one another from the start. With Lola…the bond was a new limb, a fresh part of myself I want to learn to use beautifully for both our benefit.

  Lola hummed and rose up on her knees, her nose scrunching briefly until she and Caleb separated with a soft squelch. Caleb grunted as his cock slapped to his thigh, slick and coated.

  "Oh!" Lola blushed and fell back on the bed, legs squeezing together and cheeks going pink as wetness slipped freely out of her. I grinned as she blinked up at me, suddenly bashful when not even a half-hour ago she'd been mastering three cocks like a goddess. "Maybe I should go clean up," she said softly.

  I growled, finally free to touch our beautiful girl as much as I wanted. I grabbed Lola's hips and dragged her against me, swallowing her gasp as I bowed over her and covered her lips with mine. Lola moaned into the kiss, leaning into the circle of my arms and rising to her knees to bend backward for my taking. I gripped the back of her neck in one hand, feeling her surrender at the touch, and stroked the other down her front, squeezing her breasts briefly before forcing my fingers between her thighs to cup her sex. The thick mix of my pack’s release was there on her skin, and I rubbed through it, Lola shuddering and whining against my teeth. Her ass brushed against my cock, and she froze briefly as it touched her mark.

  I pulled away, grinning down at her. "I need to take care of you, sunshine. Need to clean that mark so it'll heal just right. Bend over for me."

  Lola's lips were parted and shining, her eyes glassy. Not even Rake went to a sub-space as quickly as Lola did, and I wanted to be careful with her right now. She'd been floundering at the sudden influx of bonds already, and I didn't want to lose her in her head. I nuzzled her temple, and Lola sighed and nodded, moving into an obedient pose that threatened my own resolve not to turn this into play. Her elbows dug into the mattress, head bowed to her forearms as her ass popped up in the air, showing every shining dripping inch of her to my gaze.

  "Fuck," Rake whimpered.

  I shot him a warning look, and he wiggled into Caleb's embrace. I wasn't sharing Lola right now. The others could watch, but this moment was going to be just for us. She and I had catching up to do in the pack, and I didn't want to be the lopsided end of her bonds.

  "You're all right?" I asked her, smoothing my hands over her hips and ass, brushing my mark briefly and making her tremble.

  "I'm perfect," Lola said softly.

  I shared a smile with my packmates. Perfect wasn't a word Lola threw around in reference to herself very often, and I liked the sound of it on her lips. I wrapped my hands around the backs of her thighs, spreading her legs apart just wide enough to let me settle between them, Lola trembling with every little touch.

  "How am I still so fucking…" She trailed off and shook her head.

  "That might be a little bit my fault," Rake said. "Seeing you together like this, I couldn't be calm if you sedated me."

  "Do you need a break?" I offered. I didn't want to pause, but if she was at all overwhelmed, I could wait.

  "God no, I need to be fucked," Lola groaned into her own skin.

  I grinned at that and then hunched, my mouth finding my mark, tongue swirling over the spot. Lola muffled her cry into her arms, and my hand on her left thigh slid up to her clenching core. I pushed the leaking cum back into her and grinned against her ass as Rake groaned and turned to his bondmates for relief.

  "Oh god, Cyrus!"

  I hummed against the swollen skin, licking over my own tooth marks. Lola was a little chaotic in the bond, and I studied her piece by piece with every swipe. She was shy, overly aware of how new our relationship was, and she was slightly embarrassed by her own arousal. Time would cure the first, praise would fix the second. I was awed by the rest of her—her devotion and loyalty, her curiosity as she picked at each thread of the bond and embraced the new connection. I hummed over the skin, lapping once more and pulling away to watch her riding my stationary fingers.

  She was panting softly into the bed and I leaned back, pressing my free hand over my mark to keep that thrill of touch from her new alpha running through her. Lola moaned and her head tossed. She had no other stimulation from me, and I curled my fingers in her just to feel her flutter, watch wetness slip down my fingers.

  "I…I need more," Lola breathed, testing whether or not I would let her make demands.

  Someday, I would let Lola be in charge of me completely, see if she was as good at being a Domme as she was a sub. For now though, I'd grant her wish.

  I leaned in and licked her wet skin, sucking her folds between my lips, nibbling on them. I pushed a third finger into her and then found her clit with my thumb, rubbing her from inside and out, watching her shake. I licked from her pussy up to her ass, where I found Rake's sticky-sweet flavor, and then back down again.

  "Oh fuck," Lola breathed.

  The others were growing noisy up by the headboard, and her head turned to watch them, cunt squeezing around my fingers. Another fun game to try at some point then. Maybe even during a heat for a change of pace.

  I slurped Lola as clean as I could, until it was mostly her own sweet flavor on my tongue and then moved bac
k to my mark. I wrapped my teeth around the bite mark and sucked hard on the spot, humming as Lola buried her cry in the blankets and came with a slick release and a long squeeze around my fingers.

  I pulled away suddenly, and Lola fell flat on the bed as I slid off the edge. She cried out as I grabbed her ankles, legs kicking, and I released her immediately, hands raised as she rolled over.

  "Sorry," we both said in the same moment. It was easy to forget in some moments that Lola had boundaries, ones not even she was aware of until we tripped over them.

  I reached for her and she sat up, letting me lift her into my arms. She pouted as I started to carry her around the bed, watching as Leo sucked on Rake's cock as the omega bounced over Caleb's lap, head thrown back.

  "You'll see plenty of them later," I said in her ear. "Right now, I want to have a little time with just us."

  Lola relaxed in my arms and nodded, resting her head on my shoulder. Her lips quirked as I carried her into Rake's enormous shower.

  "Cleaning me up just to get me dirtier?" she asked.

  I hummed and grinned, turning the water on to fall over us as I led her to the bench, settling her over my lap. Her hand immediately wrapped around my cock, pumping my length as she smiled down at me.

  "That good?" she asked.

  "You know it is," I said, reaching up and pushing her hair back off her shoulders. I'd have to return her to Caleb soon so he could take care of his bite too, but for now I'd be selfish. I tried to ignore the ache in my own length as Lola coaxed me back to life, staring up in my beta's pretty grey eyes. "You were so brave today."

  Lola's touch paused, her sly smile fracturing and going fragile, her head trying to duck. I caught her chin with my finger and forced her to hold my stare.

  "I don't know what happened in that room today, but I know you saved our pack," I said.

  "Cyrus, I—”

  "I know you'd do it again too. You saved Rake, and you saved yourself. And I love you for it, for coming out of there as safe as you could. For going at all, knowing what you'd face," I said.

  Lola's eyes watered, and her smile was tenuous but sincere. "I love this pack. I love you. I couldn't not go."

  I nodded, my free hand cupping Lola's hip and guiding her to poise directly over my cock. I pushed down and her mouth fell open, brow furrowed in ardent confusion as I sank into her.

  "You were spectacular today," I said, watching Lola's skin flush, her eyes flutter. "My perfect exquisite good girl."

  Lola moaned, eyes widening and body swaying, and she sank down in one long, fluid motion to my swelling knot.

  "All the way in, sunshine," I said, lifting my hips. I went in smoothly, not fully inflated. I wanted her to feel it as I grew for her, to note every stretching moment as I got hard and locked inside of her.

  "Say it again," Lola whispered, barely audible, eyes trying to shy away.

  I leaned in and kissed her lips in a brief caress, her cheekbone, her forehead, and then nuzzled against her ear. "My good girl. You feel so sweet around my cock. You look so beautiful taking my pack."

  Lola moaned and rocked over me, her arms twining around my neck. I cupped my hand over my bondmark on her ass, and her movement hiccuped, her lips parting on a rising pant of breath.

  "Do you know how many times good girls come on their alpha's cock?" I asked, my voice growing thick as I stiffened inside of her, resisting the urge to start rutting.

  "No, alpha," Lola breathed, her lashes batting softly at me. I couldn't tell if she was being coy or if she was just falling into the spell between us.

  "Until they can't anymore," I growled.

  Lola whimpered and I started to buck, my knot locked and grinding inside of her as she came once for me, sweet and gentle. By the time I was done with her, she'd be senseless.

  Thirty

  Lola

  I woke up wincing, my neck and back sore after apparently falling asleep draped over my alphas. All four of them.

  We’d destroyed Rake’s bed for the night, and someone threw the linens in the wash while Cyrus had me locked and begging in the shower. When he was done and I was a ragdoll, Caleb carried me to his room, and Leo went to get Matthieu and Wes. No one complained about the crowded sleeping arrangements for once, although I definitely woke more than once to someone jostling me out of one pair of arms and into another.

  I would learn to sleep in a puppy pile of my packmates if I had to. Gladly.

  Sliding my legs away from Cyrus and over Leo and Rake, and pulling my hands out of Matthieu’s hair, I turned to fit between Caleb and Wes, deciding it’d be the least disruptive way to sneak out of the bed.

  “Where’re you going?” Caleb whispered, nuzzling into my shoulder and licking his bite mark for good measure. “We agreed that none of us are going to work today, and that includes you, love.”

  “I wanna make coffee and eat something,” I said, even as I stretched against him to make his work easier. Cyrus was really going to have to make up this bite on the ass thing to me. How was I supposed to sit until he’d finished healing it? I appreciated his sentiment—and definitely his attention last night—but at least the others had picked places that hadn’t required me to be pantless while they tended their marks.

  “Why not let us make you breakfast?” Caleb answered, except his hands were starting to roam.

  “Because I don’t want to be on the menu.” I sat up and Caleb let me go, lovely and tempting and rumpled as he smiled up at me. “At least not until I’m caffeinated and carbed up.”

  Leo stirred on Caleb’s right and Caleb gathered him up against his chest. “Fine. We’ll be down to help you with breakfast shortly.”

  “Take your time.” I leaned down, kissed Caleb once, and then ignored his soft chuckling as I tried to worm my way out of the foot of the bed.

  Wes grunted and rolled onto his stomach, taking about a quarter of the massive bed for himself and leaving Matthieu with his leg hanging over the edge. Someone was going to have to break down and buy an even bigger bed if we all planned on sleeping together regularly. I dug through Caleb’s drawers for a mishmash of borrowed clothes, catching his sleepy smile as I dashed on weak legs out the door, escaping before the picture of my six packmates tempted me back under the covers.

  The scent of coffee greeted me on the stairs and I paused on the way down, frowning. Had someone set the machine last night? Maybe Wes or Matthieu while the rest of us were…busy. I’d never been the first one to the kitchen in the morning before, so I didn’t really know the routine.

  But when I made it to the landing and saw the light on through the living room, my steps slowed. Maybe the guys weren’t energy conscious either? Maybe Leo had grabbed them for bedtime while they were in the middle of a late-night snack?

  Maybe one of Indy’s henchmen broke into your house, my brain warned.

  I snuck up to the entrance between the living room and kitchen and stopped short, confusion striking me still. I recognized the woman sitting at our kitchen counter, recognized the sly, seductive smile she flashed me.

  “Hello, Lola,” said the woman from the cafeteria who’d pressed me about my alphas. “You can call me Eve.”

  The hitman. Hitwoman.

  Oh, fuck.

  She was wearing one of the robes I recognized from the downstairs pool room, bound loosely around her and draping over her shoulders. Her dark hair was soaked and plastered over her skin, right down to her barely exposed breasts.

  “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, raising a steaming coffee cup. “How do you take yours?”

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, debating on yanking on my bonds to wake the others.

  “I’m just here to talk,” she said, turning her back on me to help herself to a mug and our coffee pot, pouring me a cup. “Try and stay calm so we can keep your alphas from joining us. I can see that getting very…chaotic.”

  Sure enough, Caleb was reaching out, worry stretching an offering hand to me. I stamped down my panic and
took a deep breath, doing my best to offer reassurance back until he retreated.

  “They’ll come down soon,” I said.

  Eve nodded and glanced over her shoulder at me, turning and sliding the new cup in my direction. I glanced down at it and shook my head.

  “Fair enough,” she said, grinning. “Here.” And then she took a sip of each cup and raised her eyebrows at me.

  “Still pass,” I said.

  Eve pouted at me. “But it’s good coffee, it’d be a shame to waste it.”

  “There are to-go cups just there. You can take it with you. You’re wasting your time before someone else comes in.”

  She laughed and chugged back the mug she’d been drinking from, rolling her shoulders and taking both to the sink to rinse them clean. Polite hitwoman then. Still very uncool.

  “I just wanted to make sure you were all right after yesterday,” she said. “You look well. Very freshly fucked.”

  “What took you so long?” I blurted out and then immediately regretted the words as she looked up, gaze sharp on my face. “Matthieu told me they hired you over a week ago. And you were there yesterday. You could’ve dealt with Indy before I ever had to walk into that building.”

  “I could have,” Eve said, and all the playful pretending she’d done left her voice, the words flat, simple, and without intonation. “How would that have felt for you? What would’ve happened to your omega alone in that room of feral alphas?”

  I swallowed, and my eyes dropped to the counter.

  “Lola,” Eve whispered, moving around the space, coming to stand in front of me. “You should never take your eyes off a predator.”

  She was barely taller than I was and wrapped up in a bathrobe…but she was right. She still looked deadly. Her eyes were cold, her beautiful face edged with a constant threat.

  “I thought you needed to see him again,” Eve said. And then she turned on like a lightbulb, cheerful mask back in place. “How did it feel? You looked glorious.”