Lola & the Millionaires: Part One

by Kathryn Moon

  Rake’s knees bent, heels in the mattress forcing himself up in rough thrusts, his hands holding me for the taking. I heard a groan from the corner and my eyes fell shut, resisting the urge to look, to see Cyrus and Caleb watching me with their omega. Their stares were hot on my side, Leo’s hands soft on my spine, helping me keep pace even as my legs trembled.

  Rake switched breasts, teeth scraping roughly, his angle shifting deeper inside of me, and I came in a sudden crash, like lightning snapping through my veins, tickling and scorching at the same time. Rake joined me with a moan against my chest, the wet rush gushing out between us. He pushed up, wanting me on my back, but Leo helped me hold him down.

  “Not yet, babe,” Leo said.

  Leo’s hands soothed my trembling back, and then cupped my ass. They moved lower again, making Rake moan and thrash, and then trailed up. His fingertips slid between my cheeks, and I stiffened as Rake carried on fucking up into me, breathless moans hitching with every slapping connection of our skin. Leo teased a slick finger against the sensitive skin of my ass, pressing softly against my hole.

  “More or less?” Leo spoke into my ear, settling close and making sure I could see him when I turned my head.

  I held my breath and looked down. Rake was underneath me, falling back into the mattress, his hands moving to my chest to hold my breasts and massage them as his pace slowed, and he stared at where we were joined. And it was Leo behind me, offering me more, more connection with the both of them, more pleasure. I was safe.

  “More,” I said.

  Leo’s lips pressed to my spine, and his fingers took the same path, gathering the combined release that slipped out from me and using it to dip the tip of his finger into my hole. I relaxed onto Rake’s chest, the vibration of the lock humming against my clit as he stroked steadily inside of me, and sighed as Leo teased me open.

  We’d been testing this next step for ourselves for weeks now. I wasn’t shy about the idea, although the reality of being pinned between two bodies sometimes threw me back into dark places. But there was nothing about this moment that reminded me of my nights with the Hangmen. Rake’s nest was too full of the scents of people I cared about, people who cared about me.

  “I want you, I want you both,” I moaned, rocking off of Rake and toward Leo, ready and waiting.

  Twenty-Eight

  Leo

  I swallowed hard, watching my fingers sink into and stretch Lola. Caleb had tossed me the lube, and I was using it liberally on her and myself to get her ready.

  She’d said that she was open to this, to taking me and Rake at the same time—and I’d nearly had a heart attack the day I’d seen her and Rake in the shower together, a little bright pink plug peeking out of Lola’s ass. It was now just a matter of whether or not any unexpected anxieties crept up. Looking down at her as she whimpered and rocked on top of Rake, their mouths fused together and hands holding tight to one another, I was fairly certain tonight was a good time to test the idea. The room was thick with the sexual frenzy of the days of heat, and the last time Lola had looked at me, her eyes had been dilated with arousal.

  I wished I had a bond connecting me to her the way I did with Caleb and Rake. Rake was like a constant pulse in my cock, refusing to let me escape the frenzy of the heat until he was done with it too. And Caleb…

  I glanced at him, found his lips parted and tongue darting out to wet them as he watched me kneel between Lola and Rake’s legs. He was like a sensitive nerve in my heart, aching to be closer, to be in the midst of our trio. I’d caught little snippets of wanting from him for the past month or so, and with it confusion and worry, even little moments of jealousy. It was coming together now. Caleb wanted Lola. I could’ve crowed with happiness.

  Lola was falling into an open place in our pack that I’d previously only thought of as comfortable breathing room. We loved each other, but we gave each other space to move in and out of the pack. We revolved around Rake the way packs did around their omega; he was our sun to orbit. But Lola was like a magnetic force, drawing us in and holding us together, creating one planet out of many.

  She had no idea.

  “God, Leo, please,” Lola whined, rocking back against my fingers. The heat was riding her now too, removing the usual anxiety of this act from her shoulders.

  “That’s it gorgeous,” I said, beaming down at her as she started to race over Rake’s cock. She was working up to another orgasm, and there was no way I was gonna miss that feeling. I pulled my fingers free, and Lola gasped. “Ready?”

  “Yes,” Rake moaned, thrusting up and trying to push Lola against me.

  She rose up on her palms and shot a smile over her shoulder. She was trying to keep her head turned away from where Caleb and Cyrus were together in the corner, and as much as I wanted to push her into connecting with them, I knew pushing was the exact opposite of what she needed. She and Matthieu had fallen together naturally, it seemed. The same might happen with the others when she was ready.

  I took my slippery cock in hand, pumping lightly, holding Lola steady by her shoulder, and lined myself up at her ass. I pressed to her opening, stroking her back gently to remind her to relax until the head of my cock nudged into the tight ring of muscle.

  “Fuck,” I whispered at the first clasp of her around me. I sank in with gentle nudges, Rake unable to resist echoing them with soft thrusts from beneath until I was deep enough to feel him and the hum of the vibrating lock. “Oh, god,” I hissed.

  I gathered Lola up from Rake’s chest and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to my chest as I bent slightly over her back. Rake and I were brushing against one another inside of her, separated by a thin wall. Lola shuddered, head rolling and exposing her neck to me, and I latched onto her throat, sucking and swirling my tongue over the pounding drum of her pulse.

  “Lock,” Rake gasped. “Lock, please.”

  “Let me,” Caleb said, sitting up from the wall.

  If Lola heard Caleb, she didn’t show it, or at least she didn’t care. God, I wanted to feel her, to know if she was still nervous now or if she was as deeply absorbed in the heat as the rest of us. She seemed like it, rolling her hips, grinding against Rake, and then rocking back to meet my careful thrusts.

  Caleb studied the narrow little remote with interest, lips curved and his cock bobbing with interest. I knew the moment he tightened the lock. Rake bellowed on the mattress, taking Lola’s hips in his hands and rutting up inside of her. I stopped moving, the feel of him striking against me and making Lola squeeze and flutter almost more than I could stand.

  “Yes, yes, holy shit,” Rake muttered, riding Lola from below.

  She let out a soft sob, almost making me pull her off Rake in case he was hurting her, and then I felt her clamp down on us both, shuddering and sagging with the force of her orgasm. My teeth sank into her throat, and her hand flew to the back of my head, holding me there. Rake groaned and twisted, eyes rolling back in his head briefly as he came.

  “More or less, love?” Caleb asked, reaching out to us.

  My eyes widened as Caleb’s fingers took Lola’s chin, not mine, turning her head to look back at him.

  “More,” Lola moaned, lifting her face to him, eyes blinking.

  I shared a brief glance with Caleb, my head nodding to encourage him, and then he bent and grazed his lips over Lola’s, pulling away and letting her chase him. I arched, pressing into her, and tilted her head to catch the corner of her mouth, satisfying the kiss he’d left her craving.

  “Can you take me like this?” Caleb asked me.

  “Yes,” I breathed against Lola’s lips. “Is that all right, gorgeous?”

  Lola nodded, head limp on her own neck, falling forward as Rake struggled to sit up. With a few fumbles and laughs, Rake was on his knees, Lola pressed between our chests as we peppered her shoulders and neck and jaw and lips with kisses.

  After days of the heat, it didn’t take much work for Caleb to have me ready. I’d been lubed up and fucked ev
ery which way, but this? This was absolutely about to be my favorite moment in my entire life. I sucked on Lola’s ear lobe, moaning as Caleb entered me from behind, every sensitive nerve in my body firing at all cylinders. Lola squeezed around my cock, and I learned that strange and magical sensation of nuzzling against Rake inside of her, while Caleb filled me up until I thought I could taste him in my throat.

  The air was hazy. Matthieu’s scent was different on Lola’s skin, sweeter and brighter. Her voice added a new harmony in the chorus of moans that was so familiar to my ears. When Cyrus couldn’t resist the siren call of us together, he wrapped himself around Rake’s back, taking his dizzy begging omega with one stroke. Lola cried out, her hands fluttering and catching one of mine and one of Cyrus’, eyes wide and unseeing on the ceiling. She came with a long shout, dragging Rake over the edge with her, wetness running down the inside of her thighs and dripping over my sac.

  Snaps of ecstasy were biting at my spine, warning me I was close.

  “Don’t stop,” Lola gasped.

  The vibration grew stronger and she arched with a shout, head falling back onto my shoulder, Rake leaning in to kiss me. I sucked on his tongue, felt him shudder against Lola, throb inside of her.

  We were falling into a rhythm, two opposing and equal forces rocking gently to meet inside of the beautiful woman in our arms.

  I loved her. I loved her so much, and I’d been biting the words on my tongue for weeks, waiting to look into her eyes and know the moment was right. That she would believe me and believe she had a place with us. It was so obvious. She was pack. I was only a beta, and I’d known it. Rake’s begging for her during his heat was proof too. Based on the way Cyrus was staring avidly at her face, he was over his reserve of just days ago.

  We just needed Lola to be on the same page.

  I pushed one hand down between Rake and Lola to roll her clit. Her voice was a constant and exquisite collection of shattered, pleading sounds, and she was so slick everywhere I touched, my fingers slipped out of place.

  “Nearly there,” I rasped in her ear. “One more time, gorgeous.”

  Tears rolled out of her eyes but she nodded, pulling away from Rake’s kiss and searching for mine. Caleb’s hand was on her waist, Cyrus’ fingers still locked with hers.

  It wasn’t a rough union, but it was deep and intense, my own emotions high in my throat as color flashed behind my eyes. I pressed in deep, Rake sinking in and settling, the alphas taking charge of the thrust and soft pound until Lola shattered, the sweetest, trembling sound on her lips as she clamped around me. I came, biting on her lip and trying to swallow my groan as hot spikes of pleasure burst out of me.

  She was ours. If she didn’t see it now, she would soon. Lola was pack.

  Twenty-Nine

  Lola

  The others retreated, and I collapsed back onto the mattress with only Rake. He was still bucking and whimpering, still hard. He was on top of me, brow furrowed and throat flexed, and I stretched my neck as he held my thighs around his hips. I latched onto his throat, and Rake groaned, pace hiccuping.

  “Release the lock,” Leo rasped, settling down near me.

  “Not yet,” Rake gasped. He turned his head down to meet my eyes, face pleading. “Please. Please a little more.”

  I had no strength, and his thrusting inside of me was almost a numb feeling. Not painful, but not exactly stimulating either. I was pretty sure I was used up. But I nodded and pulled his face to mine, sucking on his lips. Still, whoever had the remote turned the vibration down, and the burning pulse against my clit settled and softened into something pleasant. I hummed and Rake whimpered.

  I stroked my hands over his sticky skin, the wet squish of our releases splashing a little against my sex and stomach every time he thrust in.

  “Lola,” Rake mumbled against my mouth. “Oh, god, Lola.”

  “It’s all right,” I whispered, combing my fingers through his hair.

  “Fuck, it’s fucking heaven,” Rake groaned, and the burst of another release warmed me and left a soft echo in me that made me shift into him, as if I might still have it in me to come again.

  How was that even fucking possible? I had to be high as a kite. I’d just been the center of the most insane sexual sandwich, there should’ve been no room left to want more.

  Rake landed heavily on top of me, body still working, trying to drag more from the both of us. The pressure and the heat of him was stifling, but I buried my face into his neck, wrapped my arms tight around his back, and held on as he rocked and twisted. Leo was close, kissing my shoulders, my arms, Rake’s back, touching us both. Rake came again and I gasped as a soft, teasing flutter rushed through me.

  “Again,” Rake whispered in my ear, and I whined, turning to catch Leo’s kiss.

  He fit his hand back between us, fingertips pressing over my clit as Rake created the perfect pressure with his shallow thrusts. The orgasm came on in a soft slide over my skin and I was under it before I realized, fingers pulling on Rake’s hair, legs tight around his hips.

  “Now,” Leo said.

  And then Rake was gushing and groaning, shaking on top of me, one wet burst after another, his mouth finding mine to shout into our kiss. It was filthy and explicit and noisy, but it was also satisfying. I’d given Rake this experience he’d never really had before. I wasn’t an alpha, no, and I wasn’t even good at pretending it, but I’d made him desperate and animal and demanding more from me and I’d delivered everything he’d asked for.

  Rake’s lips slid away and he panted into my hair, finally still aside from his heaving breaths. Leo reached for his shoulders, and I caught his hands.

  “Let him stay for a minute,” I said, breathless from Rake’s weight, from the whole extended experience, but happy in the moment.

  “Only a minute,” Leo murmured, kissing my forehead. “He can’t hog you. Or crush you.”

  Rake sighed and kissed my throat, lowering my legs down to the bed and making me wince as he shifted inside of me. Just one more minute.

  I’d slept hard for at least an hour or so, but when I woke again, pressed between Rake and Leo, I was restless. And shivering, despite the heat of them on either side of me. The air was a little stale now, less perfume and more pungent, and I was keenly aware of Cyrus and Caleb on either side of my boyfriends.

  Caleb had kissed me. Barely, but it was still a kiss. They’d both been up close and personal with me now, even if we hadn’t had sex directly. Kind of. Where were the lines on this sort of thing? In the haze, it had seemed natural to have them close and now…

  I wasn’t upset. I was overwhelmed. And in the quiet pause of the night, being overwhelmed was more than a passing feeling. Every second I lay awake while the others slept, it grew stronger, a steady pressure on my chest.

  I knew what came next. A few more minutes of lying here and letting my brain run like a car without a driver, and I’d be gasping for air and hitting a panic attack.

  It was tricky to slide out from between Leo and Rake, their limbs were scattered on top of me, and even one of Cyrus’ hands had landed near my ass. I did it in slow shifts, my eyes closed as I felt my way carefully out of the tangle of men. When I was up and kneeling between their legs I looked back once to find Leo and Caleb wearing twin frowns, their brows folded in the same troubled expression, as if Leo could sense the loss of me and shared it with Caleb.

  I crawled to the entrance of the nest, glancing back and pausing as Rake scooted into the empty space I’d left, Leo’s frown smoothing away. There, like you never needed to be there in the first place. I forced the poisonous thought back and stumbled my way out of the room and into the short hall. There were only four robes hanging up, and I’d just left my dress inside the nest, so I grabbed my bag from the floor and snuck into the hall, running for the bathroom. Rake’s cum was dripping out of me, and I was sore and weak, every muscle calling for mercy.

  I cranked the hot water on in the shower, twitching as it came out cold, smacking
against my tender skin. My knees shook and I sank down to the tiled floor of the shower, the glass door swinging shut behind me. The spray grew warm and misty, rolling into my tangled hair, running in thin rivulets down my back. I sat there, the anxiety of the nest going numb and quiet until my hair was fully soaked.

  A light went on in the bathroom, footsteps scuffing, and I huddled under the water, stiff and staring at the fogged glass.

  “Lola?”

  Matthieu.

  “I-in here,” I said, voice weak.

  The glass door cracked behind my back, and a moment later Matthieu was inside the stall with me. He knelt, arms scooping around my back and under my knees, pulling me onto his lap. One hand reached up to push my hair out of my eyes, and I stared up at him. There was a pillow crease on his cheek, and he was wearing soft cotton pants that were rapidly growing soaked.

  “What’s wrong?” Matthieu asked, shifting me in his lap.

  I glanced down and frowned. “Matthieu, why are you in the shower with your pajama pants on?”

  “Because I saw you curled up on the tile. What’s happened?”

  I gaped at him and shook my head. “Nothing. Not nothing, I just…woke up and felt, I dunno, edgy, I guess. Overwhelmed.”

  Matthieu sighed and nodded, relaxing around me and snuggling me close, pressing his lips to my forehead.

  “Are you sore? Weak?”

  “A little sore. Mostly weak. I was working up the energy to wash off.”

  He leaned back, stretching across the space of the stall so his feet rested against one wall and his back against the other. The water ran over us both, soaking the fabric of his pants, and into his hair. He had gray curls over his chest and my fingers studied them greedily, thoughts clearing as the water rinsed away a whole collection of scents, giving me room to breathe in my own head.

  Matthieu’s hands smoothed from my shoulders, over my breasts and around my waist, down to my hips, massaging there gently as I sighed and softened into his chest. The ache of my muscles after so much fucking made me groan and close my eyes. There was a brief flare of Matthieu’s scent, but he kept his touch caring rather than stimulating and it felt too good to pull away.