Lola & the Millionaires: Part One

by Kathryn Moon

  The anxiety melted away as I arched and then collapsed under the thick and drugging feeling that followed the orgasm. Matthieu’s kiss softened into gentle presses and pulls, and my arms twined around his shoulders, fingers slipping through silky strands. His touch was careful too, slowly guiding me through sweet aftershocks.

  “That’s it,” Matthieu murmured. “You didn’t think I’d leave you wanting, did you, Lolotte?”

  The name made me shiver, as did the shallow but steady pumping of his fingers.

  “You almost followed the rules,” I said, leaning back against the car and sharing a smile with him. I wasn’t mad, I was just—

  I gasped as his thumb brushed my over-sensitive clit again. I tried to scoot back, but Matthieu shook his head, touch following.

  “No, not done yet,” Matthieu whispered, curling his fingers inside of me and then pushing in his ring finger too to stretch me wider.

  My mouth and eyes opened wide on a silent gasp. “But—”

  “I want you dripping down my wrist,” Matthieu said, gazing down at me, hair mussed from my hands. “I want your legs to shake as you walk into that nest. If you want to come, you can ask and I’ll make sure you do. But I want to fuck you with my fingers—hm, and maybe my mouth too, I think—until we get to the house.”

  My heart skipped a beat and my legs fell open, involuntary permission for Matthieu to do whatever the hell he wanted to me.

  “Is that all right, Lola?” Matthieu’s head ducked down, cheek nuzzling against mine, scent-marking me in a way that was meant to happen before you had your cock down a girl’s throat, not after. “Would you like that?”

  Alphas were dangerous. That was still true. It’s just that the danger of Matthieu wasn’t that he would hurt me. It was that I was already addicted to how good he made me feel.

  His thumb rolled over my clit and my head lolled on my shoulders, a soft whimper escaping. Matthieu dragged a wet kiss over my jaw up to my ear, sucking on the lobe. I rocked into his touch, hands clutching his shoulders and the nape of his neck.

  “Yes, I want that,” I whispered.

  Twenty-Seven

  Lola

  My legs did shake as we walked into the house, and the insides of my thighs burned from the friction of Matthieu’s beard. Once again, the house wasn’t what I was expecting; it was cozy and the halls Matthieu led me through were tighter, the building clearly historic and made from stone and mortar. It was a large but humble house, with worn wooden furniture and a brighter interior to make up for the smaller spaces. It was built on the top of a hill, the rooms cascading down to make a bigger home out of what looked like a two-story Tudor style.

  Matthieu’s thumb stroked the back of my hand as he guided me down the stairs. Rake’s nest was on the last floor, and with every step, worries plagued me.

  Matthieu stopped us at the bottom of the stairs, sliding my bag off his shoulder and dropping his coat over the arm of a chair, turning to face me and pulling me against his chest. The hall was dark and it was quiet. Was everyone else in the house asleep or were the walls thick? The driver had dropped us off and left, and I’d expected to see Leo or Wes when we got in, but there was no sign of anyone.

  “What’s wrong?” Matthieu whispered, head bending to rest against mine. “Are you afraid of the heat? Or upset? Lola, if I—”

  “I’m worried Rake will be angry,” I answered, keeping my eyes down. “Or Leo will be hurt. I should’ve thought of it before. No, I did. It just didn’t stop me.”

  Matthieu was quiet for a long time, his hands stroking over my back. He lifted his head, and I forced the courage to look up at him. There was a light on in the stairwell overhead that illuminated half his face, and his expression was…thoughtful maybe.

  “I hadn’t considered it, if I’m honest. I was so…” He shook his head, lips twitching, and then sobered again. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you have anything to be worried over.”

  My brow furrowed. “Rake is so used to people using him to get to his alphas.”

  Matthieu’s eyebrows bounced. “Is that what you did? Are you no longer interested in Rake and Leo?”

  “No, of course noooot…” I narrowed my eyes and cocked my head as Matthieu grinned. “Okay, that’s…a point.”

  “Hmm,” Matthieu hummed and pulled me up to my tiptoes, mouth slanting over mine for a deep and lingering kiss. “Sore?”

  I shook my head. Matthieu had been thorough and considerate in every aspect. “Weak in the knees, yes. Still wet? Yup. But not sore.”

  Matthieu purred, his stare hovering over me, eyes warm and holding a hint of his smile. He sighed and stepped away. “If I keep you locked away for my own purposes Rake will be angry,” Matthieu said, taking my hand again and picking up my bag. “Do you want me to come in with you?”

  I bit my lip and thought it over. It was tempting. Matthieu might keep my head distracted from the fact that there were two other alphas there. But it might also make Rake feel like I was there for Matthieu and not for him. Plus, if Rake was angry, it needed to be with me and me alone.

  “No, I think it’s better if I go in alone,” I said, squeezing his hand.

  The door to the nest was at the end of the hall, a few doors open on bedrooms.

  “I’m on the next floor up,” Matthieu said. “And there’s a bathroom here just before the nest.”

  Even the bathroom was comparatively small to those in the city house, but there was still a decently sized glass shower stall in the corner, and a clawfoot tub.

  “There’s a short hall after the door, just to help make the nest more private, and it’s…cozy from what I remember,” Matthieu said. His eyes were on my face as I stared at the heavy wooden door. “I’m sure I could take Leo’s room on this floor if you’d like me to be nearby?”

  It was only that he sounded as anxious to be near as I was to have him, that made me nod. “If you don’t mind, that would be nice.”

  “Of course,” Matthieu said, stepping in close. I rose on my own, meeting him halfway for the kiss and then again for another.

  It had been two, maybe three hours in the backseat of a limo, not weeks of dating, but something between Matthieu and I already felt…settled. It was probably just the high of his scent and the over-generous amount of orgasms he’d gifted me with on the drive.

  “You walk into that nest now, or I’ll have you in bed with me in two minutes,” Matthieu whispered against my lips before sucking the bottom one, dragging his teeth over its fullness.

  I caught my breath and Matthieu stepped back, smiling with a tightness around the corner of his eyes. I took my bag from him and fumbled at the doorknob, sneaking in and stealing one last shadowy glimpse of him before shutting the door behind me. All it took was a full breath alone in the space, and my eyes widened. The short hall was dimly lit, small bulbs offering a soft glow, and there were thick soft robes hanging from hooks along the wall. It was also oppressively thick with Rake’s perfume, Caleb’s warmth, and Cyrus’ champagne bubbles. Any hints of Leo were buried under the rest.

  Voices bled through the next door, gentle and calm sounding from where I stood, and I took a moment to adjust to the blend of alpha and omega. I sniffed my shoulder, and Matthieu cut through everything else. My heartbeat was rioting, but my core already throbbed, some memory of Matthieu and the prospect of what I’d walk in on. I set my bag down on the floor and crouched, rifling through the contents until I found the ‘lock’ I’d ordered online. I tucked it and its remote into my pocket and then stood, preparing to knock on the door.

  Instead, it opened, Leo ducking furtively into the hall and then stopping suddenly with the door cracked behind him. God, the air was so much heavier already, leaving me gasping and wavering in place. Leo snapped the door shut and then jumped forward.

  “Lola,” he sighed, scooping me up in his arms. He was a little sweaty, and his skin was hot, and he was covered in Rake and Caleb. He hummed, taking a deep breath of me, and then paused.
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  Matthieu. My throat was tight, waiting for him to push me away, but instead, Leo’s arms circled tighter around my waist.

  “Did you…have a nice drive?” he asked, and then he let out a soft laugh.

  “Leo, I-I’m so sorry—”

  “Hey.” His head leaned back, eyes searching my face. He looked tired but happy, and his smile only grew as he took me in. “Hey, I was only teasing.” He pecked my lips, and I swooned into the kiss until it deepened. “It was nice, right? You aren’t… Matthieu wouldn’t have—”

  “No, nothing like that, I-I dunno who leapt first but…” I cleared my throat, stroking my cheek against Leo’s. “You’re not mad.”

  “I’m not mad, Lola,” Leo soothed, kissing my forehead. “It’s hard to explain, but pack is…it’s like an extension of myself, right? Matthieu and I may not seem as close as Caleb and I, but we’re pack. If you’re happy, I’m happy. Now, Matthieu texted to say you were probably freaking out in here. Any second thoughts? I can sneak you out, you know.”

  I let out a long breath through pursed lips, steadying myself, and shook my head. “No, I’m good.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” I nodded.

  “He’s been…kind of working up to another round I think,” Leo said. “Seeing you will probably set him off for real.”

  It was a gentle warning. If I went in now, Rake would need more than just a cuddle. But what’d you put the lock in your pocket for if you thought you were just cuddling? I reminded myself.

  “I’m ready.”

  Leo leaned in for another kiss, licking and sweet and lazy. He pulled away grinning. “You smell like an alpha. He’s gonna beg so bad.”

  I blushed and then Leo took my hand, turning back to the door. Just breathe, I told myself.

  Except I took a breath as the door swung open, and it was like being slammed under a wave of sex and chocolate and champagne, a caress that stroked directly between my legs and made me whimper. Leo pulled me along through the doorway and stepped aside, and I choked on the sight before me.

  Rake was on his side between his alphas, their hands and mouths stroking up his sides and over his chest, tongues licking down his stomach and up his throat. Rake was twisting and moaning between them. Damn, Cyrus was ripped. I blinked at his shining, ridged chest and then tore my eyes away from the trio before I could get too enraptured with Caleb’s perfectly rounded ass. The nest was smaller than I expected, with dim lights around the room pointed almost like spotlights at the center of the pillowed floor where the group was clustered. The ceiling was so low, I suspected Caleb had to duck when he stood up. There was no furniture, just an endless mattress of a floor cluttered with pillows and blankets pushed aside, and the three busy bodies.

  “Hey, baby. I brought you a surprise,” Leo said.

  Rake whimpered and then gasped, wiggling out from between his alphas as he caught sight of me.

  “Lola! Ohmigod, Lola,” he jumped up on wobbling legs, heading straight for me. Behind him, Caleb seemed to roll away with a grateful gasp, collapsing against the wall, soon joined by a panting Cyrus.

  And then all I could see was Rake, wrapping himself around me, body slick with sweat and skin feverish, his dark curls plastered to his head. He was hard against my stomach, already soaking pre-cum through the thin fabric of my dress as he nudged unconsciously against me. With one deep breath in my hair, Rake moaned, his hands on my back clutching.

  “Fuuuck,” he breathed, arms immediately trying to drag me down into the bed.

  I met his wet, licking kiss, steadying him with my hands on his jaw, trying to gentle the hungry ravage of his teeth and tongue.

  “Easy, Rake,” Caleb said in a firm tone from the corner of the room.

  Rake sighed into my mouth and softened, Leo helping guide me down to my knees, his presence safe and welcome at my back.

  “You smell so good,” Rake whined. “I knew Matt was interested in you, that quiet French bastard.” I hiccuped, worried Rake was angry, but when I pulled away he had a drowsy grin on his lips. “Was he sweet to you, huh?”

  I swallowed hard and nodded, overly aware of the stares from the alphas on the other side of the small room. I tried not to think about the fact that I was alone in a room with four men, all of whom were naked.

  Leo. Rake. Caleb. Cyrus. I played their names over in my head. They weren’t strangers. I was safe.

  “Are you sore?” Rake asked, leaning in again and burrowing his face into my neck. His hands slid down my back to my ass, and he rocked himself against my hips, working his cock in the folds of my skirt.

  Rake smelled like chocolate warming over the stove, and every breath I took was like drinking down thick syrupy spoonfuls of his scent. I slipped my fingers into his thick strands, scratching my nails over his scalp and smiling as he shook against me.

  “I’m not sore,” I answered into his cheek.

  “Will you stay?” he rasped.

  Leo’s hands were gentle on my back, mostly holding me up as Rake leaned heavily into me, body moving in small unconscious thrusts like he was just waiting to get inside of me. I had a chance to change my mind. I could wait and come back to the room when Rake was a little less amped up. He would understand.

  But in that small nest room, surrounded by perfumes and pheromones, with Rake’s hands roving and pleading with me, I wanted to stay.

  “Yes,” I said, and then Rake’s tongue was in my mouth, fucking against my own tongue, his hand rucking up my skirt.

  I grinned and laughed into the kiss as he started to whine and rut against me, trying to push me backward into the mattress.

  “You smell like an alpha, and it’s driving me fuckin’ crazy,” Rake rasped.

  I stroked my hands down to his shoulders as he butted me up against Leo’s chest, and then I gripped and pushed. Rake was pliable and with one nudge from me, he let himself fall back, dragging me over him with his hands on my ass. I crawled over his lap, laughing as Rake’s hips bucked under my skirt, searching for my core.

  Matthieu had my panties somewhere, they’d gotten in the way at a certain point in the car. Probably while he was wearing your thighs as earrings, I reminded myself, a flash of heat in my core at the memory. Twice as tempting was the picture of Rake below me, glowing with flush and sweat, face torn in the agony of heat. I settled down, sliding myself along his cock as he tried to burrow inside of me. My palm on his chest held him still as the other reached into my pocket, pulling out the toy remote first.

  I turned and held it out to Leo, whose eyebrows bounced as he took it from my fingers.

  “You’ll get the hang of it,” I said, smiling at him as he grinned back. Then I pulled out the lock next. It looked fairly innocent, almost like a thick rubber bracelet, with ridges for decoration. I’d gotten the sleek black version, the ‘Cadillac’ of locks according to the site, and when Rake’s eyes tore away from my skirt to see it in my fingers, they grew wide.

  “You didn’t,” he gasped.

  “I did,” I said, waggling my eyebrows.

  “Fucking Christmas,” Rake whispered, settling beneath me.

  I glanced over to the corner of the room, remembering our audience. Cyrus and Caleb had both covered up slightly with a blanket, and Cyrus was curled into Caleb, sucking on his throat, hands above the blanket. Caleb was watching me, one hand holding Cyrus to him but the other making the blanket bounce slightly. He stopped as I caught him, our gazes locking, and I almost wanted to tell him to toss the blanket aside, to let me watch.

  But I wasn’t the real alpha in the room, even if I would play one for Rake.

  “Unzip me,” I said to Leo.

  Rake moaned and rocked up, his cock weeping against my sex as Leo pulled the zipper down and helped me out of the dress. The lock was a tight fit over Rake’s cock since he was already plenty aroused, but he pushed into the sleeve, the fluid already seeping down his length making the glide smoother. When it sat snugly around his base, almost seamless with his g
irth, Rake guided me to balancing above him.

  “I missed you,” Rake murmured, brow furrowed and chest heaving, trying to be sweet even when I knew all he really wanted was for me to sink down and surround him.

  So I did, gasping as he filled me. Matthieu had been prepping me for almost two hours, making the way just the right amount of easy for Rake and I.

  “What should I do?” Leo asked.

  “Anything,” I gasped, rocking and feeling the perfect fit of Rake inside me, and the slightly less giving texture of the lock at my opening. “Everything.”

  A moment later, the ‘lock’ started to buzz, Rake and I both shouting at the sudden vibration. Leo laughed behind me.

  “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

  I bent and Rake arched to meet me, our mouths connecting in a fierce latch of lips as I started to bounce and grind, the vibration teasing my sensitive opening.

  “Oh fuck,” Rake cried. “Oh, god, Lola. I’m gonna—” His body bowed, throat flexed and strained as he let out a strangled cry, heat and slick bursting inside of me.

  I giggled and rode him harder, letting my clit crash against his skin. He bucked into the feeling, one arm wrapping around my hips while the other reached a hand up into my hair, tangling it in his fist and pulling the way I liked.

  “Get her bra off. I wanna suck her pretty tits,” Rake rasped.

  Leo followed the orders quickly, dropping the bra down my arms, not even pulling it off me before Rake was bowing forward, lips wrapping around one nipple. He sucked like he was trying to pull an orgasm up from where we were connected right through my breast, and a moment later I thought he might succeed, a throb starting in my core that made my toes curl and my hands clench in the mattress.

  “Turning it up,” Leo said, and I gasped on a silent scream as the vibration thrummed, harder and fuller, even deeper inside of me.