Chapter 26 #2
I glide my hands over the cool marble and swish my feet through the rising tide of warm water. Both feel as they should.
"I don't think so?" I reply.
But then he opens the soap.
One of the soaps was wrapped in a wax paper package; it likely came from one of those homemade hobby shops.
One of my mother's rare indulgences is strolling through craft fairs for homemade soaps and candles.
She loves the intensity of their scents.
But the one Luka unwraps is a horrid, biting clove.
If life were a video game, evil green swirls would be erupting from that tiny bar.
My arm immediately flies up to cover my nose. "Not that one!"
With my nose still tucked into my elbow, I swipe my hand through the air in a gesture to tell him to get rid of it.
When I start to gag, he bolts for the door and chucks the entire bar out into the hall.
"It's gone. It's gone!"
A series of thunks sounds as the soap hits the wall and then the floor as he shuts the door and swiftly searches for the fan switch.
Gradually, the horrid smell fades, and I glance up at him bashfully. "I guess I am feeling a little more sensitive than usual. Sorry."
He shakes his head as a tiny smile lights up his features. "Don't be sorry. You went into heat for us." His tone drops an octave as he strides closer. "You know what that means?"
That drop in his tone creates a wave of sensation that batters me with such intensity that my vision sways. My mouth pops open when he leans forward over the edge of the tub, one fingertip tracing the side of my face.
"It means you're ours."
Those claiming words set me on fire.
A flaming tornado whips wildly through my insides.
Spinning and churning. Embers spitting and flying in every direction.
Red flecks even speckle my vision as my fingertips feel like they're melting off.
But the heart of this inferno is low in my belly.
Right at my core. If I put my hand on my slit right now, I'd probably suffer third-degree burns.
Heated slick starts to collect, and a pulse rollicks through me.
"Luka," I murmur.Tight, strained breaths saw in and out of my lungs.
My mate sees my need and climbs into the tub, sitting on the bench right next to me, brown eyes swirling with intensity. "What do you want, Brylee?"
But instinct is in charge right now, and I have no words to answer him.
Instead, I rise and spin around, then I straddle him, settling my knees onto the bench on either side of him, and my hands on the ledge of the tub.
The soft warmth of his skin is perfect for only a second before hungry need has me writhing against him.
More intense than the first wave that set me off, this time my body is swept up into a maelstrom of sparking lust that has me snapping my hips against his, dragging my swollen cunt along his lap and his growing erection.
This second round of my heat makes me lean down and plant my open mouth along his neck, sinking my teeth in lightly as my tongue laves his wild pulse.
More.
I still need more.
Straightening my spine, I snatch at his arms until he brings his hands up, and I place them on my breasts, only releasing when Luka starts to knead them, his thumbs grazing over my nipples.
"Do you like that?" he whispers. "Does my omega like when I play with her?"
The tease of his touch makes me whimper for more.
And I still can't force words up my throat because breathless energy sends me surging against him, slick gushing as I slide my seam against the hot, hard underside of his stiff cock.
His knot forms a thick bulge at the base of it, one that has my brain short-circuiting.
In me.
I need him in me.
But then Luka says four words that make me freeze.
"Let me taste you."
My teeth dig painfully into my lower lip as I glance down at him uncertainly. Of all my mates, Luka's the most refined. Pristine. And I haven't washed up yet from—
"I want to know how you taste with my brother's cum leaking out of you."
Oh fuck.
Luka has a dirty streak I never realized.
His words send a burst of lightning up my spine, and I throb with need.
My knees tremble, and he has to help me rise off his lap. I pant in dazed wonder as he stands in front of me, and I'm tempted to scratch my nails down that dark patch of chest hair in the middle of his pecs.
My alpha gives a wide, naughty grin before he carefully walks around me, one palm dragging along my stomach until I can feel his hardness press against my ass cheek. His hands drag up my sides, and his warm breath ghosts over my ear as he cups my heavy breasts for a second.
I start to arch into his touch, to shift his grip closer to my nipples, but he leans forward and bends me over in the process. Once my breasts are hanging, he reaches around from behind me and tweaks my nipples.
Tiny, pleasured whimpers wisp from my lips like smoke.
I'm smoldering.
But I want more.
I shift my hips back against him, hoping he'll take the hint.
But Luka latches onto my wrists and plants my hands on the ledge again as the water level sloshes along my calves. Then he traces one finger gently down my spine until it hovers just above the cleft of my ass.
My breath catches.
The world stops rotating.
Everything is on hold, awaiting his next move.
"Hold on tight, little omega, because I'm going to try to topple you."
Yess.
My eyelids flutter closed at the swish of the water as my mate kneels behind me. With careful touches, he widens my stance and slinks between the apex of my thighs. I feel his hot breath, the tip of his nose, and, finally the darting lick of his tongue.
Hot, wet, sinfully good—he laps at me with the precision of a clockmaker. Each swipe is perfectly timed to send rapture careening up my womb. Making me clench.
My hips tilt, but his hands are there, stilling me. Holding me exactly where he wants me. Then spreading me open lasciviously so that his tongue can swipe up my essence again and again.
My back arches. My head bows down, resting on my left arm while my right hand sneaks away from the ledge and plucks at one of my needy nipples. Sensation surges south from my pinch and up from his lapping tongue, twin streaks of lightning that meet and join into a crackling ball of untamed craving.
And I break.
Unleashed. Unhinged.
Abandoning the ledge, I straighten my spine and reach behind myself.
Need bays within as I latch onto Luka’s hair and hold tight.
I snap my hips back again and again, grinding against his face until he shoves his tongue up, parting me, one hand yanking my ass cheek to the side, the other teasing that back opening.
His beard abrades my thighs, but I love the scratch, the burn only contrasting with the slick, hot wetness of his tongue in a way that's undeniably, wantonly hot.
Soon, I start to shake. I shudder as shrill desire screams up from my core.
My head spins, and I tremble.
I nearly lose the rhythm—but Luka won't let me. His hand grips my ass tighter, and he uses it to guide my body until I fly apart with a breathy moan.
Glittery pleasure bursts through me, and then I float with it, airy and light. Empty and sated. Limp and smiling.
Once I'm sagging against him, Luka gently unlocks his grip, and I sink down onto his lap in the water, which has risen to his chest. He carefully rearranges my floppy limbs on his lap, and I tuck myself into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, a soft, purring contentment rolling through my chest.
"Well, that's one way to clean me up," I joke.
His chuckle is the most precious sound in the world, and I wrap my arms around him as the bathroom fills with steam, the scent of my heat, and the soft reassurance of fate.