Chapter 18 Locked #2
Lukas pulled me over to him and stood us both up, out of the water. I shivered slightly, water dripping down my skin as his hands found my waist. He wasn't even looking at my lips—what was he planning?
The timer started behind us, and Lukas ran his hands up and down my spine. Once he seemed to find a spot he liked, he gently pressed a kiss against my lips before wrapping his arms around me and readjusting my spine.
Pop, pop!
A satisfying moan slipped out before I could stop it.
I stared, astonished that his tactic worked. Lukas held out his arms in victory, while Isaac and Preston cursed his name. I buried my head in shame, smiling all the same at his cunning strategy.
“I could tell your back was bothering you; it’s probably why you’re out here in the first place. I even noticed Dem earlier searching along your neck and shoulders, trying to find the spot. You two need to pay more attention,” Lukas gloated as he stepped out of the hot tub.
“You’re not going to claim your prize?” I laughed, standing in the middle of the tub.
“Absolutely, I am,” he said, offering his hand. “Nowhere in the rules did it say I had to lick you out here. Come with me, my beautiful prize.”
He helped me out of the tub and grabbed a towel nearby for us. Turning back to Preston and Isaac, he winked. “See you later!”
***
Lukas led me through the house with a towel wrapped around my shoulders and a smug grin still plastered across his face.
Each step he took radiated in his victory, like a conquering hero parading his prize around.
I tried to glare after him, but failed miserably.
I was too relaxed, too giggly, and too aware of the fluttering in my chest.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we walked up the stairs.
“My room,” he stated. “It has the softest bed, obviously. If I’m going to claim a reward, I plan to do it right.”
His tone was teasing, but there was a glimmer of intensity underneath that sent a shiver down my spine.
Inside his room, he closed the door behind us and flicked on a soft light. His room was exactly as I’d remembered: shades of blue and gray, sleek and stylish, techy and cozy. Four monitors glowed softly on his desk, and a faint lemon sugary scent lingered in the air.
He turned to me, eyes flicking down to the damp towel and back up to meet mine.
“Do you want to be here with me?” His tone was more serious now.
I nodded without hesitation.
“Good,” he murmured, stepping closer. His fingers undid the towel at my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I was still in my damp swimsuit, which left me slightly cold without my towel.
Lukas wrapped his arms around me, the warmth in his body enveloping me. He pulled me in close, gently touching our foreheads together.
“Ivy, I clearly want you, but I don’t want you up here just because I won the contest,” he whispered. “I just wanted an excuse to be alone with you. To…get to know you in my own space.”
The sincerity in his voice knocked the breath out of me. I raised my hands to cup his face, wanting to assure him just how much I wanted to be here too.
“You don’t need an excuse,” I whispered back. “I want you just as badly as you want me.”
He bit back a smile as he leaned forward, kissing me slowly and savoring each moment. His hands glided down to my hips, holding me gently but firmly, anchoring me in his arms.
I sighed into the kiss, pressing closer, feeling the heat between us shift—less fire, more embers. Burning slow and deep.
“I want to show you how much I adore you,” he said as he trailed kisses down my throat. “Not just for being our omega.”
His fingers brushed along my spine, raising goosebumps across my skin. He then guided me to sit on the edge of his bed.
Easing me back against the pillows, he kissed every inch of skin he could reach. His hands explored slowly, reverently—no rush, no pressure. Just his warm, strong touch making me feel cherished in the way only he could.
When his mouth finally found the sensitive spot at the hollow of my neck, I melted under him.
Lukas’s hands skimmed over my hips, then up my sides, learning every curve like he’d waited forever to touch me this way. He slipped his fingers under the straps of my swimsuit and paused.
“Can I take this off?” he whispered against my skin, his breath warm and grounding.
“Yes,” I breathed, heart thudding. “Please.”
He unhooked the top, revealing my breasts, then pushed down the bottom half, until the whole thing was gone and I was stretched out beneath him, bare in every way. His eyes, full of hunger and adoration, flicked over me.
“God, you’re perfect,” he said with a hungry look in his eyes.
I reached up and tugged at the waistband of his swim trunks. “Get undressed so I’m not the only one on display.”
Chuckling softly, he slid them off in one smooth motion. I let my eyes wander, taking in the toned muscles of his body, the faint trail of hair leading down from his stomach, and the way he was already so hard for me. My mouth watered at the sight.
Lukas leaned in again, kissing a line down my sternum, then to my breast. His tongue circled my nipple before gently sucking it between his lips, drawing a gasp.
My fingers tangled in his hair as I arched up, pressing more of me into him.
His hands drifted down to my thighs, inching their way inward.
His two fingers slid between my legs, testing how wet I was. “You’re already dripping for me,” he groaned, almost to himself.
His fingers started to move in slow circles, teasing my clit until I was left desperate, then they slipped inside me with a slow, steady rhythm. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly, but Lukas leaned in and kissed me again, hard and deep.
“Don’t hold back,” he murmured. “I want to hear everything.”
He worked me faster with his fingers, watching my face the whole time, seeming to learn what I liked. My hips started to move on their own, riding his hand with need. When his thumb brushed my clit, the pressure coiled tight in my belly, sharp and bright.
“I’m close,” I gasped, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
He pressed his fingers just right, and my body shattered. I cried out as the orgasm rolled through me, shaking me apart in waves. Lukas kissed me through it, slow and grounding, until I fell back against the pillows.
As I came down from my orgasm, he shifted lower, trailing kisses that left me breathless. I felt him at my entrance, his body pressing into mine with gentle, devastating intent.
I looked up into his eyes, and for a moment, everything stilled. This was Lukas—clever, ridiculous, grounding Lukas—and I wanted all of him. A desperate whimper squeaked out of me, almost begging for him to be inside me.
His gaze trapped me with a look of sheer confidence and passion. With one deep thrust, he sank into me, filling me completely.
We both moaned at the contact, hips pressed flush, the stretch of him dizzying and delicious. He stayed still for a moment, giving me time to adjust, his hands gripping my waist like he was holding on for dear life. We both relaxed into the bed as Lukas tested a stroke inside me.
His strokes were slow at first, so long and deep they made me gasp and claw at his back. His rhythm built with every moan I gave him, every time I whispered his name. His mouth found mine again, desperate and hot, swallowing each whimper.
“God, Ivy, you feel so good,” he panted against my lips. “I could lose myself in you. No knotting yet, right?”
I shook my head, not quite sure whether I actually meant no or not.
His knot kept pressing against me, wanting to enter inside and expand. But now I wanted it too. I was no longer scared of it; my body was demanding I take all of him in.
I shifted my hips with each stroke, positioning his knot to slip farther and farther inside me. A few more thrusts and it would be all the way in. What would it feel like for us? I wanted this intimacy with Lukas, wanted us to be joined together, to complete this tight link between us.
He paused, breathless as his eyes took in mine. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to knot you. Are you sure you don’t want to?”
Whimpers cried out of me as I reached for his hips. “Yes, I do want it, Lukas. I want all of you. Knot me.”
His eyes grew wide as he slowly started to thrust again. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I cried out, urging him to work harder against me.
A wild smile formed on his face as his thrusts resumed, faster now, with each one dragging me toward the edge again. His eyes captured mine as we held our gazes.
“Ready?” He croaked, his voice rough.
I nodded, yearning for this feeling of completeness.
His hands shifted my pelvis, allowing part of his knot to slide in and out of me a few times. With one more large thrust, the knot fully penetrated inside me, expanding as I felt my body lock us together in place.
I gasped. I’d never felt anything like this in my entire life. My body immediately reached its peak, shattering as I pulled Lukas towards me. His knot lit every fiber of my being up in pleasure, then refused to let it go.
“My god,” Lukas groaned, crying out as his body pressed against mine. He held me tight as he came hard inside me, moaning loudly every time he moved. With us locked together, he could no longer thrust against me. Instead, my core squeezed him tight, forcing his finish.
The pleasure kept building and building between us as our moans grew louder and louder. I couldn’t control this sensation of completeness. Lukas was mine to cherish and love, and we were linked together so intimately.
His hands slowly wrapped around my head, and his body strained against me.
“So intense…” he gasped for air, whispering in my ear. Eventually, the shockwaves subsided, leaving Lukas and me locked together, holding each other, as we fought to catch our breath.
“Beautiful mate,” Lukas whispered, slowly lifting his head to capture my eyes. “I never thought I’d get to do this.”
“Me too,” I said as we laughed together. We looked down between our legs, his knot still locked into me. He tugged slightly against me, forcing a moan out of me.
“Is it still pleasurable?” he asked, looking at me curiously.
“Very much so, yes,” I laughed. “The feeling is amazing.”
He lay back down against me, holding me tight and rolling us to our sides. I sighed, leaning against his chest and enjoying his fingers running through my hair as he kissed my temple.
“You own me completely, I hope you know that,” he said, his voice quiet as if he'd just shared a secret with me.
I blinked up at him, heart hammering.
“I mean it,” Lukas whispered, eyes searching mine. “You don’t have to say anything back. I just need you to know. I love you.”
I kissed him, slow and deep, resting my forehead against his. “I love you too. I love that you keep me laughing and having fun, yet also ground me with the truth. You’re becoming just as much a part of me as I am of you.”
He pulled me close, wrapping the blankets around us as our breathing slowed—the late afternoon sun shining streams of light across the room. The lock on the knot would keep us close together for a while, which was perfectly fine with me.
***
Preston
The sizzle of the frying pan helped me keep my focus away from Ivy…with her smooth skin and soft, luscious lips. Damn it, I was thinking about her again.
Ever since Lukas disappeared with her after our little hot tub contest, I kept picturing them tangled up together. I was happy for them—really—but I couldn’t help the twist of envy that hit my gut. I wanted her again.
This part of the omega relationship was said to be the hardest. We were each getting to know Ivy on a personal and physical level, and as alphas, we were all going to naturally compete with each other.
And with only one omega, there was only so much of her to go around.
I wanted her all the time. And I’d made love to her already.
I couldn’t imagine what Isaac was feeling at the moment.
I heard a bedroom door open upstairs. Hopefully, they were ready to rejoin us.
I wanted her near me, in my sights, smelling her amazing scent.
I wanted to touch her skin and rub my scent all over her.
Eventually, our pack scents would start to blend after a few heats.
That would help calm down these possessive urges.
I reached for the towel to grab the pan off the fryer, gripping it a little too aggressively, I’d admit.
“Mmm, dinner smells so good. Can I help with anything?” Ivy was standing at the base of the stairs, looking at me. She was wearing a cute sundress, almost as sexy as the red bikini earlier. My mind wandered to slowly peeling her dress off.
“Oh…uh…owe!” I exclaimed, accidentally brushing my hand against the hot stovetop and burning a bit of skin.
Ivy rushed over, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the sink as she started to run cold water over the burned area.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured as she inspected the burn. “I distracted you.”
“No…yes, you are very distracting,” I chuckled softly, enjoying the touch of her hands as she cared for me. “That'll never change, though.”
“What’s going on?” Lukas appeared from around the corner.
I shot him a little glare as he smirked back at me. “Just a burn, nothing major.”
I turned back around to the stove, pulling the chicken off the burner and setting them on a plate as Ivy’s scent drifted in the air, calming me down a bit. At least she was back near me again.