Page 88 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

Lyric circled the head of Em’s dick with the tip of her tongue, listening for his groan before she lowered her mouth, taking more of him in.

“That’s so fucking perfect,” Adra breathed. If Lyric hadn’t been hyperaware of their every breath and movement, she wouldn’t have heard the almost silent praise.

Someone gathered the hair around her face and held it back as she worked Emerson deeper and deeper. His groan of pleasure made shivers dance across her spine, and she nudged her hips back into Adra to signal him for more.

She pulled off Emerson’s cock and glanced up, taking stock of her situation. A heady giggle almost slipped out, but Emerson wiped at the corner of her lips, and she realized it must be Adra who was holding her hair.

Adra tightened his grip on her hair, sending zings of pleasure arching from the top of her scalp to sprinkle down her body.

Lyric lowered her head again, taking Emerson inside at the same time Adra rolled his hips into hers.

They both filled her at once, and Lyric moaned around Em’s cock, her pussy tightening around the one between her thighs just at the thought.

This was something she’d never dared let herself imagine, and now that she was at the mercy of two alphas, Lyric had never felt freer.

She trusted these two, at least with her body, at least for the time being, and she would gladly give herself to them. Was giving herself to them.

But it wasn’t a one-way street. They were sharing a piece of themselves too. Being vulnerable in the same way.

She was an omega. And they were two unmated alphas.

This was just as risky for them as it was for her.

The possibilities crept in, but Lyric buried those thoughts under something easier to focus on, something easier to lose herself in—pleasure.

Adra’s hips slapped against her ass, his cock dragging and pressing against her walls in a mindless rhythm that made her thoughts scatter. Her hair was shifted, and someone tugged at the strands again, and she swallowed around Emerson’s dick.

“Fuck,” Emerson panted. “Lyric—”

His cock swelled against her tongue, and she pulled off him. The strands now fisted in Em’s grip were tugged as he tightened his grasp, and she licked her lips as she glanced up at him. “Not so fast,” she breathed.

Lyric lowered her grip on his cock, squeezed the knot at the base, and teased the tip shallowly.

“She’s a tease,” Emerson groaned. Adra’s chuckle barely sounded, his rhythm stuttering as he slowed down.

“Wonder whose lead she’s following?” Adra asked.

“I don’t care,” Emerson growled.

The sound made Lyric’s body tighten, and Adra gripped her hips, slamming into her once and pausing. Then he stirred himself in her, and Lyric felt his knot press against her opening.

“Adra,” she whined. She was so close to begging for it and leaned her forehead against Emerson’s thigh to take a breath, to hold the words back.

He must have heard the desperation in her voice, because he leaned down, pressed a kiss against her spine, and then gripped her hips again.

Emerson tugged gently at her hair, and she lifted her head only for him to take her lips in a kiss that stole her thoughts and her breath and the cry that came from her throat as Adra slammed into her.

She braced herself on Emerson’s thigh, breaking their kiss as she leaned down to take a breath before mouthing the head of his cock. She wanted him to feel as good as she did, wanted them both to come with her when the edge finally approached.

And it was coming faster than she was ready for. With each thrust of Adra’s hips, his cock slammed deep into her, filling her up, his knot rubbing against her g-spot as he tilted her hips even more.

Their moans surrounded her, and the staccato rhythm of their bodies was the bassline of the melody they sang together. Her heart was pounding, and the crescendo drew closer with every thrust of Adra’s hips, with every groan from Emerson’s throat, and every tug of his hand in her hair.

She cried out as Adra slipped his hand around her hip and brushed his fingers over her clit. Emerson answered her with his own cry, and she wondered if the vibrations of her voice made him echo her.

Lyric pulled off Emerson’s cock and moaned as Adra created a new rhythm, one that wiped her mind completely except for one thing—more.

Her hips rocked into his touch, and her fingers left divots in Em’s skin as she hung on for dear life, trapped between them in the best way imaginable.