Page 144 of The Rust in Her Hair

I close my lips around her clit and suck, and she cries out, one hand flying into my hair.

Behind me, I hear Adrian move.

His footsteps cross the rug, slowly. His breathing has gone rough and uneven. I don't have to look to know what state he's in. I've watched Adrian lose his mind on several occasions with both Mack and Owen, and the alpha always white-knuckles it at first. I assume it’s some form of edging, but he’ll eventually break. He always does.

Lyra moans again, placing her little feet on my shoulders, forcing her legs even wider.

I lap and flick, suck and moan, bringing my girl closer and closer to the edge.

Then I hear his voice, low and warm, aimed at her.

"Look at you." Adrian's voice is so fucking deep. "Wet and flushed and begging for cock. Do you know what you do to me?" He steps up next to the desk. "I've spent all night pretending I didn't want to bend you over the nearest surface," he growls and Lyra moans.

I feel her desire move through her whole body.

Then I hear them kissing, the soft wet catch of it, her breath hitching against his mouth. I look up the length of her, past the heave of her belly and her breasts, and there's Adrian bent over her, one big hand kneading her tit, his thumb rolling her nipple while he licks into her mouth. She's now got one hand fisted in his shirt, kissing him back like she's starving.

I flatten my tongue and drag it slow, then flick it fast over her clit, and I feel her start to come apart.

She shatters with a cry that Adrian swallows down, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body shaking through it while I lick her through every wave. Her slick floods my mouth, a hot, sweet rush, and I drink her down, groaning, drunk on the taste of her.

It's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, and I want more. I want her to soak my fucking face until I'm drowning in it.

A feral need to claim what's mine grips me and I quickly push up off my knees, working my belt open and dragging my zipper down. I free my leaking cock, fist the base, then notch the head against her soaked, swollen entrance. The heat of her cunt is intense as I slowly push in.

"Nico!" she moans loudly against Adrian's lips.

Her body opens around me, hot and slick and impossibly tight, gripping me in fluttering pulses that nearly end me on the spot. I bottom out on one long stroke and hold there, buried to the root, my jaw clenched against how good she is.

Then I start to move.

Adrian never stops kissing her. He stays bent over her, murmuring into her mouth between kisses, telling her how perfect she is, how good she's taking me, how proud he is of her, while I fuck into her hard enough to slide her across the desk.

The two of them are tangled up sweet at one end while I wreck her at the other, and I watch all of it, powerful and steady and half out of my mind.

Then Adrian breaks the kiss and lifts his head, and his eyes come up to mine.

And I see the strain plain on his face. He’s wound so tight he's shaking with it. My mate, who took every blow tonight and stayed calm, protecting our girl and never once cracked.

He needs a release as bad as she does. Maybe worse.

"Take that cock out," I command the alpha as I keep thrusting. "Fuck our omega."

Something breaks loose in Adrian's face, a desperate mix of relief and hunger.

He rips at his belt like a man coming apart. His hands are clumsy with it, fumbling the buckle, yanking the leather through the loops too hard. He finally shoves his slacks down his hips and frees his cock, and I can see how close he already is.

The base of his shaft is thickening, that first swell of a knot rising with nowhere to go. The poor alpha’s body is so wound up it's trying to tie itself off around nothing.

"Omega." Adrian’s chest heaves, as he rips open his shirt and kicks out of his shoes, showing me every inch of his powerful body.

Every careful thing about him has burned away, and whatever he's been holding down all night has him by the throat now.

Lyra whimpers when she sees Adrian’s thick cock, and her hips lift as she reaches for him with grabby hands.

I pull out of her, slowly, and she makes a broken sound at the loss.

"Shh." I press a kiss between her tits. "You're going to be so full, sweetheart. Patience."