Page 175 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

“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.”

As if to prove his point, Emerson rolled his hips into her, the thick base of his knot nudging against her entrance. Lyric rocked up into him, tugged him closer.

Following her lead, he slid inside with little difficulty, and she gasped desperately as he thrust in and out of her. His knot bumped and stretched her pussy with each retreat and advance, and as Nohen wrapped his lips around her right nipple, Emerson grazed his teeth over her left collarbone.

She tumbled over the edge again, squeezing around Emerson, his knot. Finally, with a last, violent thrust, he stuttered, began spilling inside her, his cock throbbing so intensely she could feel every pulse against her walls. Her mouth parted on a cry, and Emerson finally sank his teeth into her skin a few inches across from Adra’s bite.

More tears spilled out of her eyes as she was caught up in the whirlwind of relief, pleasure, and promises.

Her tears eventually dried, but the pleasure didn’t end. Emerson and Nohen worked together to bring her to orgasm over and over again. Emerson played with her new bite mark, laving and nursing it as his cock throbbed inside her. Nohen played with her clit, her nipples, sucked and licked any inch of skin he could get to, until she was hypersensitive to their touch.

When Emerson’s knot finally deflated, Lyric slumped into the mattress in a pile of exhaustion.

“Think we broke her?” Nohen asked, sounding far too smug for someone who’d had his shit rocked by the same alpha.

“Shuddup,” she murmured, blinking an eye open to squint at the beta. “Wait, no, don’t,” she corrected, reaching out to grab him and pull him down beside her. She nuzzled into his side, not caring—yet—that they were still covered in sweat and… other substances.

“Sleepy,” she mumbled.

“Is there room for me in the puppy pile?” Emerson inquired.

Lyric tugged him to her back, and she couldn’t help the flutter of emotion that lit up her chest. She didn’t know how to contain it, and apparently it didn’t matter. Before sleep took her, surrounded in their scent and their warmth, her lips became a little too loose.

“Love you,” she murmured.

She drifted to sleep before she could hear their response.

Every night on stage, Desi got to wow the audience with a solo performance while everyone got to duck off stage for a short breather. Lyric usually chugged water like her life depended on it, and most of the time it did, if the look on Henry’s face was anything to go by.

But tonight, Desi was the one who followed her off stage, not Emerson.

“What’s going on?” Lyric asked, brows notched in confusion.

“Just watch, stay right there,” Desi answered.

Lyric planted her feet and leaned into Javi, who’d been visiting side stage more and more often now. Every night he welcomed her with a smile and a hug, even though she was sweaty and in need of a shower. Even now, he wrapped his arm around her and shared his warmth, his spicy, delectable scent mixing with the cool air and the chaos of backstage to keep her grounded.

Emerson’s voice rang out through the speakers. “I guess you’re not used to seeing me in the spotlight, huh?” he asked.

The crowd called his name in answer, deafening.

“What’s he doing?” she questioned Nohen, who’d stopped beside her.

Nohen crossed his arms, seeming unusually annoyed, even if it was Emerson. “Who knows? Show off.”

Lyric arched a brow at that, but Nohen waved off her next question before she could even ask it. “Let’s see what he can do.”

When Henry appeared, he had an armful of water bottles, and passed them out. Under Henry’s watchful gaze, Lyric drank the cool bliss, wiped the sweat from her brow, and watched Emerson from side stage.