Page 123 of The Florist and Her Alphas

I kiss the back of her shoulder. “You’re taking me so beautifully,” I say. Quiet. Rough.

“God, it feels good,” she whispers.

I begin to move.

Slow at first. Careful of the position. Careful of the babies. She finds a rhythm with me within a minute. Begins pushing back against each thrust, meeting me, her ass clenching around my cock on every withdrawal.

I pick up my pace.

The wet sounds fill the tent. My cock sliding in and out of her ass, making loud smacking noises. The candles flicker. She is moaning, letting out soft, helpless sounds, her hands clutching Ezra’s upper arm, her thighs shaking.

She is going to come. I can feel it. Her body tightening around me, her breathing going ragged, her inner walls pulsing in shorter, faster rhythms.

I reach between her thighs from behind. Find her clit with my thumb. Circle it once. Twice.

She breaks.

Comes around my cock with a long, high cry that echoes off the canvas walls. Her body clamps down on me, her asshole squeezing my shaft in pulsing waves, her thighs trembling violently against my hips.

I keep moving. I drive myself deeper. Her orgasm rolls through her, and I feel every pulse of it around my cock, tight and hot and perfect.

My own orgasm builds fast. Too fast. I grit my teeth. Drive into her one final time. Bury myself to the hilt.

I come inside her ass with a loud growl. My cock pulses, spilling hot into her, my hips jerking against her ass. “Fuck! I love you so much, Lia.”

“I love you too, oh my god,” she gasps, collapsing against Ezra’s chest in front of her. She’s shaking. Her ass is full of me, and I stay there, buried deep, my forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, breathing hard against her skin.

The second bond settles into my chest. Gold. Warm. Right beside Ezra’s, twin pulses of heat beneath my ribs.

I kiss the back of her neck. Once. Slow.

“My wife. Forever,” I whisper.

Thirty-Five

JULIAN

Thirty minutes later, Cole and Ezra shift to give me space. Their knots have released her. She lies on the silk pillows, flushed and breathless, their pack marks glowing gold on her body. She looks at me with eyes that are half-lidded and dark.

I sit down on the edge of the bed beside her. Pick up one strawberry.

“Open up,” I say. “Thought you might want a refresher, sweetheart.”

“Mhm,” she says, her lips parting for me. Her lips are juicy pink, swollen from kissing, and the sight of her mouth opening for me makes my cock harden right fucking now, thick and aching against my stomach.

I feed her the strawberry. She bites down. The chocolate cracks. She moans softly around the fruit, and a small drop of melted chocolate slips onto her lower lip.

I lean down and lick it off slowly. Her lip is warm under my tongue.

Picking up a second strawberry, I feed her again. She takes it between her teeth, and a small drop of chocolate slips off this one and falls perfectly onto her left nipple. A dark smear across the pale pink of her nipple, glistening in the candlelight.

I lean down. “I can clean that.”

I lick the chocolate off her nipple slowly. My tongue drags across the peak, warm and wet, and she gasps weakly beneath me.

“Julian,” she whispers. “You’re naughty.”

I give her my wickedest grin. The one that always makes her blush. “You have no idea.”