Page 174 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

“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 wasn’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.