Page 85 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

She gasped softly at the contrast between Emerson’s warm lips and Adra’s kiss laced with the chill from the ice. When their mouths parted again for air, he pinched another chip of ice between two fingers and traced it over the shape of her lips. It melted slowly, and a flash of her tongue caught some of the drops, but a few dripped down her chin to splash against her shirt. The fabric darkened as the water sank in.

He let Lyric suck the ice inside, waited until she’d crushed the ice between her teeth, and watched her swallow before he dipped back down. Now her lips were chilled, but so soft beneath his own.

Her taste was sweeter than he imagined. He’d grown used to her honey sweet scent, a cloud of it drifting into the bus every time she opened her door.

But that was nothing compared to the full, raw, unfiltered taste of her kiss. He wanted to nuzzle into her neck, draw it deep into his lungs so maybe the honey would stick and the lavender would thread between his ribs. He wanted her everywhere. Surrounding him, suffocating him.

Emerson pulled her away, and their gazes met over her head. Adra knew they were on the same page, and Lyric was right there with them.

She dragged Adra’s hands to her hips, slid them under her shirt, and stared up at him.

As her hands fell away, he caressed her bare skin, slipping them up to feel more of her. His fingers were chilled from touching the ice, and her belly concaved beneath his light touch.

He shifted closer, sharing his warmth with her.

“This is most definitely not the bus,” Emerson murmured.

“Rules don’t apply here,” Lyric whispered, turning her head toward Emerson.

As their lips met, Adra wanted to taste more of her. He leaned in, pressed his lips against her neck, and breathed in her scent. Muted still, but thickening in the air more with each passing moment.

He glided his lips along her flesh, feeling the dull throb of her pulse in her neck. He wanted her pulse to race, wanted to feel it beat against her skin in the same chaotic dance his heart did every time he was near her.

Emerson’s hands overlapped with his, and together they lifted the shirt over her head. He removed his lips from her skin long enough to slip the fabric past, and then he tasted her again. She was so warm and soft and perfect, he wanted to see the rest of her too, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her.

This time she was playing with two alphas, not just one.

Once the shirt was out of the way, Emerson disappeared, and Lyric turned to track him across the room. Ice clanked in the bucket, and Adra’s lips twitched as humor tickled his cheek. Lyric’s skin broke out in goosebumps, and he glanced up.

“Cold?” he asked. She shrugged, a noncommittal answer, and his smile widened. “Let’s warm you up.”

A high-pitched gasp snuck out of her as he banded his arms around her thighs just under her ass and lifted up. She fell into him, her breasts pressed hard against his chest, and he carried her to the bed. He gently released her to fall into the mattress, and the way her breasts swayed with the sudden motion was magnetic.

He followed her down to the mattress, kissed first her lips, which moved against his so sweetly, before he trailed his kisses lower. Across her collarbones, where he nipped at her until a gasp reached his ears. Her hands tightened on his shoulders before she pushed him lower, and he hid his smile against her skin before he wrapped his lips around a pert, pink nipple.

Lyric’s hum sounded as sweet as all the music she’d composed, and he swiped his tongue across the hard peak before releasing it with a pop.

He jerked as something cold touched the back of his neck and slipped around his throat before landing on Lyric’s chest. An ice cube.

Adra didn’t bother giving Emerson a second glance, at least not yet, and swiped the cube up between his lips before leading the cold peak to Lyric’s breast. Cold chills were spreading across her body, tightening the pink tips even more.

She groaned, half complaint, half plea for more.

“I thought you said you’d warm me up,” she said, voice raspy.

“Working on it,” Emerson answered for him, since his lips were busy, once again wrapped around her nipple. He tweaked the other between thumb and forefinger, and her back arched beneath him, asking for more without speaking a word.

The bed dipped beside him, and he slid to the right to make room for Emerson. Lyric’s gasp echoed around the room as they framed her body with theirs.

Feeling Emerson’s heat right next to him, and Lyric’s heat beneath him, was almost too much. But it was the promise of more that made his cock throb.

Emerson snared him in that steel gaze, before they mirrored one another and tasted her at the same time. Lyric’s palm brushed over the back of his head, holding him to her. While Emerson teased her, Adra took the opportunity to drift lower. He wanted her breathless and panting beneath them, and he wanted to be the cause of it, wanted to take her higher than ever before, and be there to catch her at the bottom.

Adra painted his reverence along her flesh, taking the same care as he would if she were a blank canvas.

A blank canvas that would look even more perfect with a few… imperfections. Like bite marks.

Adra’s heart pounded in his chest, but he pushed the thought aside and tried to pretend like it hadn’t crossed his mind in the first place. Instead, he buried the thought like he wanted to bury his head between Lyric’s thighs. The lower he moved, the stronger her scent became, until he felt he might as well have been wading through a pool of honey.