Page 75 of The Florist and Her Alphas

“You are taking me so well,” I tell her against her hair. “You are the prettiest fucking thing I have ever seen, stretched around two of your alphas at once. You are being so good for me. So good.”

“Thank you,” she moans as she arches her back even more, tightening her ass around my dick.

Below us, August finally begins to stir.

His arm tightens slightly around her waist. His eyes flutter open. He blinks. Looks up. Sees me kneeling behind her with my cock buried in her ass and my face flushed.

August does not look angry. Does not look surprised. Looks, if anything, vaguely amused.

“Of course,” he whispers, his voice rough with sleep. “Of course you couldn’t help yourself.”

I grin against the back of her neck. My dimple aches. “Hold her steady. I’m about to move.”

August’s hands close around her hips below mine. His grip is firm. Steady. I begin to thrust—slowly at first, careful of her, careful of his knot still locked inside her.

The wall between us is so thin that every stroke of my cock drags against August’s where he’s buried in her cunt. I can feel him through her. The pressure. The heat. The way her body is stretched around both of us at once, and August’s hips roll up despite himself, a low groan tearing out of him.

“More, oh god,” moans Liana.

I pick up my pace. Fuck her slowly, deeply, the rhythm of my thrusts grinding her down onto August’s locked knot below. She whimpers each time. Her ass clenches around me while her pussy clenches around him.

She comes first. A small, surprised sound. Her whole body trembles. Her ass clenches tight around me as she screams. Squirts of slick shoot from her asshole, drenching my cock as I thrust faster and faster, chasing my own release in her tight ass.

I feel my knot start to swell at the base. Feel the pressure building, hot and relentless.

“My knot is coming,” I warn her, my voice rough against the back of her neck. “You are going to wear two of them now. You are going to walk around all afternoon dripping my brother and dripping me, and you are going to love it. You understand me?”

“Yes,” she sobs against August’s shoulder.

I drive myself into her one more time and cum hard inside her ass.

My knot catches. Swells. Locks inside her tight little hole, stretching her wider, and she comes again immediately—harder this time, a long broken cry that echoes off the library shelves, her body shaking between us.

I come inside her in long, heavy pulses.

My cock pumps her full of me, and I collapse forward over her back, my chest pressing against her sweaty skin. My mouth finds the side of her neck and I kiss her there.

The three of us are locked together on the library rug in the slanting afternoon light. Liana sandwiched between her two alphas. Both of us buried inside her. Both of our knots locking us in place for the next hour, maybe longer. August’s arm is around her waist. My chest is against her back. Her hair is tangled between us.

“I love you,” I whisper. The words are so small in the quiet room, but they hold immense magnitude.

She turns her head. Her green eyes find mine over her shoulder. They are wet. Bright. Even though she may not be ready, I know for sure one day she’ll say it back.

Nineteen

LIANA

Afew days later, I wake up without pain for once.

Every muscle in my body aches in a deep, satisfied way I have never felt before. My hips, my thighs, my pussy, and my ass are all tender. But the fever is gone. The burning under my skin that has driven me for five days has vanished like someone turned off a stove.

I lie very still with my eyes closed. Taking inventory. Breathing calmly after my heat has passed. For the first time in days, my thoughts are my own and not driven by lust.

I open my eyes slowly.

The bedroom is dim. Curtains drawn, a single bedside lamp turned low, casting soft gold across the enormous bed. I am still not in my apartment. We’ve moved into the main bedroom. The bed is bigger. The sheets are softer.

Ezra is behind me. His arm slung heavy across my waist, his bare chest pressed warm against my back, his slow, steady breath warm against my hair. His cock is soft against the curve of my ass.