Chapter 43 #2
He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroll in the center of the tent. The canvas walls filter the afternoon light into a golden glow that casts everything in a warm, intimate haze.
Luka kneels before me, his dark eyes searching mine.
“I want to play a game,” he says. One of his hands lifts to cup my cheek, his knuckles grazing my skin in a tantalizing pathway of molten fire, before he drops it back to his side. “I'm going to kiss you, and all you have to do is say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Can you do that for me?”
My omega instincts flare to life at the command in his voice, soft as it is. A shiver runs down my spine, and I can feel the first stirrings of slick between my thighs, a damp heat that's just for him.
“Yes,” I breathe, the word barely audible.
His eyes darken with desire, but his movements remain unhurried. He reaches for the hem of my shirt, his knuckles brushing against my stomach. The simple touch sends a jolt of electricity through me.
“Let's start here,” he murmurs, his gaze never leaving mine as he slowly lifts the fabric over my head.
I raise my arms, allowing him to undress me, the cool air raising goose bumps on my skin. He tosses the shirt aside, and his eyes roam over the simple lace of the bra I changed into. My favorite, actually, with pink polka dots and a tiny bow in the center.
He leans in, his lips hovering just above the swell of my breast. His warm breath ghosts over my skin, and my nipples pebble into tight points, straining against the lace.
“Yes or no?” he asks, his voice a low vibration that I feel in my core.
“Yes.” I gasp, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair. “God, yes.”
His lips close over the fabric-covered peak, and the dual sensation of his hot mouth through the cool lace is exquisite.
He suckles gently, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub, and I arch my back, a silent plea for more.
He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends another wave of desire through me.
“Patience, little omega,” he murmurs, his hands moving to my back to unclasp my bra. “We have all the time in the world.”
The lace falls away, and my breasts are bared to his gaze. He takes a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of me, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to the valley between them.
“Here?” he asks, his lips brushing against my skin.
“Yes,” I whimper.
My head falls back with an audible thunk, but the pain barely registers, the pleasure countering it.
His lips trail a path to my left nipple, and his tongue darts out to taste the pebbled flesh before he draws it into his mouth.
He suckles harder now, and his hand comes up to cup my other breast, his thumb rolling over the neglected nipple.
The dual stimulation is overwhelming, and more slick soaks my panties.
“And here?” he asks, releasing my nipple with a soft pop and moving to the other side.
“Yes,” I moan, my hips rocking involuntarily, seeking friction that doesn’t yet exist. “Please, yes.”
He continues his exploration, his lips and tongue worshipping every inch of my chest, each touch punctuated by the same question. “Yes or no?”
And each time, my answer is the same—a breathless, desperate “yes.”
By the time he's finished, I'm a trembling mess, my body slick with sweat and arousal, my omega pheromones filling the small space of the tent. Luka's scent has changed too, growing richer, more dominant, a clear sign of his own arousal. The air is thick with the promise of what's to come.
His hands move to the waistband of my jeans, and his fingers hook into the belt loops.
“And here?” he asks, his eyes locked on mine.
I nod, and my breath catches in my throat as he slowly undoes the button and zipper.
He tugs the fabric down my hips, his knuckles grazing my skin, and I lift my hips to help him.
My pants join my shirt and bra on the floor, leaving me in nothing but my soaked panties.
The scent of my arousal is strong now, a sweet, musky aroma that I know drives him wild.
He leans in, and his lips press against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, just above my knee.
“Yes or no?” he murmurs, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.
I gasp. “Yes.”
My hands fist in the blankets beneath me.
He continues his upward journey, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
He nibbles and sucks at the tender flesh of my inner thighs, his movements slow and deliberate.
The tension builds inside me, a coil of pleasure that tightens with each touch, desperate for more. Desperate for everything.
“Please,” I beg, my hips bucking involuntarily. “Luka, please.”
He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a thrill of nerves and excitement through me. “Please what, Brylee?”
“Please, I need you,” I whimper. “I need your mouth on me.”
He doesn't make me wait any longer. With a low growl, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs. He tosses them aside, and his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of my glistening folds.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. His hands spread my thighs wide. “And all for me.”
He leans in, his breath warm against my most sensitive flesh.
“And here?” he asks, his tongue darting out to taste my clit.
I cry out, my back arching off the bedroll as waves of pleasure crash over me.
“Yes,” I scream, my hands instinctively fisting in his hair. “God, yes, yes, yes!”
He doesn't hold back now, his mouth and tongue working me with a skill that leaves me breathless.
He licks and sucks, his teeth grazing my clit, and the intensity mounts inside me, a tsunami of pleasure that's about to bury me alive.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he devours me with a hunger that matches my own.
I arch my back and push myself closer to his face, silently begging for more. The wet sounds of his mouth on me fill the room, mingling with my desperate moans. His tongue circles my entrance before plunging inside, fucking me with the same rhythm I crave.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he focuses his attention back on my clit, sucking hard while his fingers find my entrance. One finger, then two, stretching me as he pumps in and out. The dual sensations overwhelm me, and I feel myself teetering on the edge.