Page 194 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

“I know, I know. It’ll be okay,” he said, brushing a hand through her hair.

Lyric opened her mouth to tell him exactly what he could do to better the situation, but he took the words right from her mind as he slid a hand between her legs. She parted her thighs, and he wasted no time in finding her clit and stroking over the bud of nerves. It was electric, sparks flying out from the point of contact, and the promise of his touch made her cramps ease for just a moment.

She arched off the bed of blankets as he thrust a finger inside her and crooked it just right, hitting her g-spot on the second try. Her orgasm rushed over her like a hot wave, flushing her from head to toe and pulling a desperate cry from her lips that Henry silenced with a kiss.

By the time the aftershocks dotted her senses, she was already rocking into him for more. At some point, he’d stripped off his pants, though Lyric didn’t remember when, and she sighed happily as he removed her shirt.

Their skin pressed together, and Lyric cooed contentedly. He was so warm, not in the boiling needy way like the pressure under her skin, but in the soft, gentle way of an alpha.

An alpha that wasn’t hers yet.

Lyric reached up and pulled his face to hers, caught his gaze, and searched his hazel eyes.

“Please bite me,” she said, so softly, so earnestly for the chaos of the heat, and it had just barely begun.

Henry searched her gaze, must have found her sincerity amongst the need, and nodded.

“Okay.”

“Never thought I’d see the day where you were late,” she teased. He was so in charge, so intense, it surprised her that he hadn’t been the first to bond her. But that was Henry. Putting his own needs aside in order to see to those of his pack.

“Only for the right things,” he muttered.

He lowered himself atop her, and Lyric planted her feet, arching herself up into him. Henry was so hot and so hard against her core, she needed him.

“Henry,” she cried, the solemn moment gone and need replacing her every thought and breath.

He rocked his cock between her slick folds, her arousal and first orgasm leaving her so wet for him. “Where should I bite someone who causes me so much trouble?” he asked.

Lyric barely heard him, rocking herself against his hardness. She didn’t care. She wanted his cock and his teeth inside her.

“Don’t care,” she muttered.

Henry chuckled. “You don’t, hmm? Well, news for you, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I know just where to bite.”

Lyric hummed nonsensically, arching into him and whining. “Please, please—”

He lifted her hand, and Lyric thought he was going to do something sappy like kiss the palm of her hand, but the nip of his teeth made her eyes go wide.

His scent overwhelmed her, the tart tobacco and sweet gin making her want to drink him down, swallow him up, make him hers.

“Do it,” she urged.

But Henry was already listening before the words ever left her mouth. He pressed the head of his cock to her wet core and slid inside in one smooth move. And at the same time, he lifted her hand to his lips, and bit her right between thumb and forefinger.

It sent her flying. That was all it had taken. His bite, his bond that snapped and popped around them like a firework show. She fluttered and squeezed around him, and he nursed her new bite mark as he began a brutal rhythm that made it hard to find her way back down to earth after the world-shattering orgasm.

When the aftershocks faded, she sensed the next wave of the heat coming on, but for a split second, the clarity, the feel of all her bonds lighting up, moving closer as Adra and Emerson made their way back to the bus, was beautiful.

The slam of the door, the snick of the lock, and Lyric tilted her head back to watch Adra, Emerson, Javi, and Nohen come through the doors.

She reached out hands for them, and Emerson caught sight of her new bite mark. “That’s gonna be fun.” He lowered himself beside her and wiped a strand of hair off her forehead. “How’s our princess?”

“S’good,” Lyric muttered. “Want you,” she said.

“You’ve got us,” Adra promised, lowering down at her other side.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Nohen agreed.