Lyric & the Heartbeats

by Kole, Lana

  “That’s not the point,” he growled, and slid his palm north to wrap around Nohen’s throat loosely.

  Lyric almost swallowed her tongue. She remembered that same palm covering her mouth not too long ago, muffling her whimpers. Would she get to see Nohen in the same position?

  She melted at just the thought, and slowly made her way to the head of the bed, sliding onto the mattress silently.

  “What are you doing?” Emerson inquired.

  Lyric shifted her glance to meet his green gaze. “What?” she asked.

  “He lied to you too, get down here.”

  “He didn’t lie to me,” she defended without thinking.

  Emerson stood up and crossed his arms. “So you knew too? You both lied then?”

  Lyric tried so hard to hide her smile. But she was too excited to see what would happen.

  “Maybe?” she replied, lifting her hands in an innocent gesture. “Like Nohen said, you never asked.”

  Nohen chuckled, shaking the bed slightly, and Lyric was so distracted by how pretty he was she didn’t notice Emerson’s quick movement until it was too late. With a hand wrapped around her ankle, he pulled her down the bed next to Nohen.

  “So you both need to be put in your place then?”

  Lyric giggled—she couldn’t help it—at least until Emerson loomed over her with both hands planted on either side of her head. He was far too close, and her giggles died on a gasp.

  “I can’t help but feel like you’re not taking me seriously.”

  Probably because she wasn’t. She was just horny.

  But she didn’t want to tell Emerson that.

  “Fine,” Emerson murmured before pressing a single kiss to her lips. “That’s all you get until you ask for more.”

  “Huh?” she asked, but he and his warmth were gone already.

  When she cleared her vision and sat up, Emerson was leaning over Nohen, sharing the lips she’d just tasted with her beta, pulling a gasp from him. Watching Nohen’s fingers tighten into a fist in Emerson’s shirtsleeve, she sat up, a question on her lips.

  But the question, and all other thoughts for that matter, totally vacated her brain at the same moment Emerson began unbuttoning Nohen’s shirt. He made quick work of the buttons and rid the beta of his jeans and boxer briefs just as quickly.

  Lyric wet her suddenly dry lips and itched to join the fun, but she knew Emerson wanted Nohen all to himself, even if just for a moment.

  But it wasn’t only Nohen who moaned when Emerson slid the head of Nohen’s cock between his parted lips. “Fuck,” Nohen panted.

  He reached an arm out, wiggling his fingers for her to come closer. Lyric shifted up onto her knees, ready to cross the bed and join the fun, but Emerson released Nohen’s cock with a soft pop, reached up and grabbed his hand, and threaded their fingers together. “Nope. You can’t join until you ask nicely.”

  Lyric whined, curling her lips into a pout before sitting back down.

  Two could play at that game.

  Lyric grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted, stripping the fabric off her and tossing it aside. Her leggings were next, and yes, it just so happened that she had to wiggle them off while lying on her back, making the bed wobble with her movements just to catch Emerson’s attention.

  Once she was nude, she got the reaction she wanted as she spread her legs and dipped her fingers between her lips, feeling the wetness from her arousal.

  “Dammit, Lyric,” Emerson groaned, and tightened his grip on Nohen’s hands before lowering his mouth over the beta’s dick again.

  Nohen tilted his head back, curious to see what had pulled that curse from the controlled alpha, only to groan and rock his hips up into the heat consuming him. “Lyric,” he whined. He tried to wrest his hands free, and it only excited Lyric more to watch Nohen struggle to touch her.

  Lyric wanted to make Emerson ask her to join, but poor Nohen wasn’t allowed to touch her or move. He couldn’t do anything except take what Emerson was giving him, and Lyric was only adding to his desire.

  “Guys,” Nohen panted. “Please stop being stubborn and just give in. This isn’t fair. I’m stuck in the middle.”

  “Yup. Wouldn’t want our beta feeling left out, would we?” Emerson asked Lyric.

  Lyric chuckled. “Exactly.” She really liked the sounds coming out of Nohen’s mouth, the desperation they were laced with.

  Nohen grunted. “But now Lyric’s left out, Emerson,” he panted. “Isn’t that what you didn’t want to happen?”

  Emerson huffed, released one of Nohen’s hands, and began stroking the beta’s cock while he thought. “Fine. I have a solution.”

  He grabbed Nohen by the hips and flipped him over, freeing his hands. Nohen took advantage and reached out, pulling Lyric closer until he was poised above her. Over his shoulder, Lyric could see Emerson watching them together. His eyes were half lidded, and in the low light of the bedroom, the gleam of arousal was bright.

  “Make her come, and I’ll let you fuck her,” Emerson murmured by Nohen’s ear loud enough for Lyric to hear.

  The purred threat made her clench around nothing.

  “Then what are you going to do?” Nohen asked breathlessly.

  Nohen dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to her thigh, his hands roaming her skin as if he just had to be touching her.

  Soft, teasing touches that only paused when Emerson spoke again. “Hopefully making it hard for you to concentrate. But…” Nohen’s hips kicked into the bed, and Lyric glanced down to see Emerson’s fist wrapped around his cock. “If you come first you don’t get to fuck anyone.”

  Lyric wanted to laugh at Emerson’s evil genius, but instead a gasp was pulled from her as Nohen parted her thighs and pressed his lips to the top of her slit.

  His tongue laved at her shamelessly, seeking her taste, her pleasure. Lyric was happy to give it to him, and she threaded her hands through his curls, hanging on for dear life.

  She had a feeling this was going to be a wild ride.

  Nohen swiped his tongue over her clit, and Lyric jolted. He latched on once her reaction registered, and Lyric rocked up into him with every lick and suck that pulled her closer toward her looming orgasm.

  “You can do better than that,” Emerson taunted.

  The reminder that he was watching made Lyric crack her eyes open—when had she closed them? —and the watchful, heated gaze Emerson shone down on her made her body tighten.

  But not for long. Nohen hummed against her, the slight vibration only teasing her more, before she felt something press against her core. As he circled her entrance with a finger, Lyric nudged her hips into the touch, silently begging. Now that he’d started this rush of ecstasy, Lyric didn’t want to stop, she just wanted more.

  No, she didn’t know exactly what ‘more’ she was asking for, but she wanted it no matter what.

  “Nohen,” she gasped as he pushed a finger inside her. He instantly crooked it up, seeking her g-spot and nailing it almost immediately.

  She dropped one of her hands to his shoulders, her nails turning to claws as she tilted her hips up for him.

  “More,” she demanded.

  Nohen delivered to the soundtrack of Emerson’s dark chuckle.

  “That’s it,” Emerson growled. “Listen to our omega. Give her what she wants.”

  Our omega.

  The words didn’t even register in her mind, not past more than a claiming, and that only set her more on fire. She was burning up. Between Nohen’s tongue, his fingers that were sliding and pressing in and out of her, and Emerson’s steaming gaze, Lyric’s body stretched taut and finally—her orgasm crested.

  It landed as a wave of sparks that danced from one nerve ending to another, until she was whining out nonsense about how it was all too much and not enough and how she still wanted more. When the pleasure finally plateaued and Lyric came back to herself, she blinked up at Nohen.

  Emerson’s deep, dark voice was chuckling. “Just barely. Look,
” he demanded. Lyric blinked as Emerson lifted his hand to his lips, licking the pearls of precum off his fingers that had dripped from Nohen’s cock. It was so sexy, Lyric’s whole body tightened all over again in a full body shiver. Her hands tightened over Nohen’s shoulders, and he leaned down to take her lips.

  The bed was soft beneath her, but Nohen was strikingly hard and hot between her thighs as she rolled her hips up. As she felt his cock slide against her lips, she whimpered from the sensitivity of the quick orgasm and lowered a hand to his hip. She pulled him closer as she canted upwards, sliding herself along his length.

  A groan spilled from his lips to ghost against her skin, and she dug her nails into his skin. “Please,” she begged. “Inside.”

  She didn’t care who or how, but she wanted someone inside her now.

  When the blunt head of his cock finally notched at her entrance and he pushed inside slowly, Lyric groaned and tilted her head back.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  Nohen had the kind of dick that would be perfect for rough sex, because he wasn’t big enough to do serious damage, but still thick and long enough to feel so fucking good.

  He eased his way into her slow enough that she was grabbing at him, trying to force him deeper, faster, harder. Nohen only listened to her pleas once his hips had met hers, once he was completely inside her. Only then did he finally draw his hips back and slam forward, forcing her breath out and sparks of pleasure to ignite across her senses.

  With a firm grip on her hips, he tilted her up, so when he slid inside her again, he stroked her g-spot. Lyric whined, digging her nails into his hips, trying to force him deeper inside her, but the beta had a mission, and apparently Lyric wasn’t the one in charge here.

  “It’s time to share. Roll over,” Emerson ordered, voice husky with arousal.

  Maybe Nohen wasn’t in charge either.

  Lyric whined as Nohen circled his arms around her and rolled them, somehow staying inside her the whole time. As soon as her knees pressed into the bed on either side of his hips, she lifted herself up and sank low on him again. Nohen kicked his head back into the bed with a groan, a sheen of sweat coating his chest that she couldn’t help but taste with a flick of her tongue.

  A hand on her back kept her pressed to his chest, and Lyric gasped as she realized Emerson had a front row seat to the sight of Nohen’s cock seated deep inside her.

  She jolted when she felt something prod at her connection with Nohen.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, though she had a sneaking suspicion, one that just the idea of had her tightening around Nohen in anticipation.

  “You said you wanted more, right?” Emerson asked, a dark promise laced in every word.

  “Yes, yes,” she panted into Nohen’s chest.

  She wasn’t the only one losing her mind. Nohen shook beneath her, eyes pinched in ecstasy, and Lyric framed his face with her hands and brought his lips to hers. They shared a breath, a gasp, a moan as Emerson slid a finger inside her alongside Nohen’s cock.

  “Holy fuck—” Nohen bit out, his fingers tightening around her waist. “That’s so—”

  “Much,” Lyric finished for him on a pant.

  Behind her, Emerson paused. “Too much?”

  Lyric hesitated before shaking her head. It was so dirty, so sexy, she wanted to keep going.

  The soft touch of lips met her lower back, and Emerson stroked his finger in a slow, torturous rhythm. Lyric felt it so vividly as it brushed against her walls, filled her up right alongside Nohen.

  Nohen’s hips jerked, shaking Lyric on his lap, and she cried out.

  “Sorry,” Nohen breathed. “Accident.”

  “It’s okay,” she panted, rocking her hips on him, on the both of them.

  Behind her, Emerson released a curse on a breath of air that painted her back.

  Together, they ruined her. Emerson stroked his finger inside her, stretching her for even more as Nohen rocked her on his lap, teasing her, making her want more.

  Lyric thought she could hold out, but between the two of them she was a goner. It wasn’t long before she was begging for more than the two fingers Emerson had worked inside her. When he finally removed them, she felt empty, even though she clenched down around Nohen.

  Their scents surrounded her, Nohen’s gentle floral fragrance mixing with Emerson’s fresh rain. Lyric wanted to bask in it, wanted it inside her, all around her. “Please,” she gasped against Nohen’s lips.

  She couldn’t even see Emerson’s face, but she could imagine the pleasure stamped in the lines of his features, the hair around his temples damp with sweat and restraint. The blunt head of his cock slid against her entrance, and everything slowed down as he pressed forward.

  Lyric felt Nohen’s fingers bite into her hips, his lips brushing against hers as her mouth dropped open during their kiss. Em’s hand was steady on her ass, squeezing and kneading as he pushed his way in alongside Nohen.

  When they were both inside her, Lyric laid her head on Nohen’s chest, a desperate moan tumbling out. She was so full, she’d never felt anything like it before.

  Emerson peppered kisses along her lower back and spine, while Nohen smoothed his hands up her sides and covered her breasts before teasing her nipples. Little shocks of pleasure sprinkled over her senses at the teasing touch, and she shivered in their arms.

  “Can I move?” Em asked quietly, every ounce of pent-up passion crushed into those gentle words.

  Lyric nodded, though she wasn’t sure she was quite ready, but—

  “Oh f—” She groaned, the words breaking off into nonsensical moans. Her voice echoed around the room as Emerson slowly withdrew, cocking his hips back an inch at a time. Lyric felt him inside her, felt him retreat bit by bit, until just the head speared her alongside Nohen. Then he pushed back in and she cried out, shaking alongside Nohen.

  “Damn,” Nohen bit out. “I didn’t know I’d be getting fucked too.”

  Lyric giggled, the sound pulled from her on a high of endorphins and arousal to match Em’s chuckle. “It’s what I do,” he answered smugly.

  To follow his smug response, he tugged his hips back, dragging along her walls and making Nohen throb within her. Then he really began to fuck them.

  He thrust back in, each retreat and rock of his hips becoming less gentle, ratcheting up her and Nohen’s pleasure one thrust at a time, until they were lost to everything outside the three of them.

  Her cries and Nohen’s and Em’s groans echoed around the room, rising above the smack of Em’s hips into hers.

  She was drowning. In pleasure, in her alpha and beta, in their scents. Pleasure arced across her senses like lightning, and Lyric was starting to wonder if she’d survive its strike.

  On every thrust, Emerson started to stretch her a little more, and she finally realized why when he pulsed inside her. His knot was growing, and Lyric knew she wouldn’t be able to take all of it, at least not alongside Nohen.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous princess,” Emerson murmured by her ear.

  Lyric couldn’t answer him with words, but she tilted her neck to the side, baring it to him. She wanted a mark. A bite. A bond.

  Emerson chuckled and nipped at her skin, and her breath caught as hope held on tight, but it faded as the sting from his teeth did.

  Lyric whined a protest, nudging her hips on the both of them until she pulled matching curses from their lips. Out of the corner of her eye, Emerson’s arm stretch past her, gripping the curls at the crown on Nohen’s head and pulling his head back. “Watch her face, because I can’t.”

  “Jealous?” Nohen bit out, and Emerson thrust particularly deep inside her, and she watched as the challenge crumpled from Nohen’s features in place of pleasure. “Fuck,” he panted.

  Nohen tweaked her nipples, only adding to the pleasure that zipped across her senses, and Emerson rocked a rhythm into her that made her lose her mind. Her orgasm welled up, grew brighter, hotter, until it finally struck. And she wa
sn’t the only one. She cried out, and as she rocked on them, she felt Nohen pulse inside her, felt the hot heat of him fill her.

  “That’s… shit,” Emerson groaned. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her up until she was sitting on the both of them as Nohen canted his hips up. The angle was even better, and it swirled her aftershocks into a whole other orgasm.

  “Wanna… see your face,” Emerson panted once she blinked her eyes open. He pressed a sloppy kiss to her neck, and Lyric recognized the ruin on Nohen’s lax features only a second before Em pulled out of her. The difference was shocking, and she only had time to drop a lazy kiss onto his lips before she was tugged away. Her back was pressed to the mattress, and she blinked up at Emerson as the hard head of his cock nudged at her entrance. He slid in easily from her arousal and Nohen’s cum, and another desperate cry spilled from her lips. His knot pressed against her, and she clawed at his hips, wanting all of him, anything he would give her.

  “Emerson, I swear to god,” she panted. “You better fucking bite me.”

  His eyes widened, and she watched his gaze dip to her right, to Nohen. Lyric stretched her right arm out, sliding it along the sheets until Nohen’s fingers wrapped around hers. She pulled, and Nohen came into sight above her. She didn’t know who to settle on, her gaze bouncing back and forth between soft gold and a stormy green.

  “Stay with me after the tour,” she insisted. Though she’d meant it as a request, it came out as a demand. Either way, they shared a glance before meeting her gaze and nodding.

  Nohen dipped down first. “You’re stuck with me now.”

  A lump lodged itself in her throat, and she nodded, willing the sting behind her eyes to dissipate.

  “I’ll stay too,” Emerson promised. His thumb brushed over the mark on her collarbone, the one Adra had left. Tingles, though not as intense as if Adra had touched it, skittered across her senses. “I can give you one of these?” he asked.

  Lyric nodded, the burning behind her eyes finally spilling over.

  Nohen was the first to kiss the corner of one eye, and Emerson followed suit. “Don’t cry. We’re not going anywhere.”