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What Ineedis probably therapy - but his cock is definitely up there, too.
“Rhea…” He lets out a long breath. “You havenoidea what it’s taking for me to stay out here.”
“Tell me,” I plead. “Tell me, Alpha.”
“I fucked my hand all night last night, thinking of you,” he says.
Honestly?Same.
“I'm like a goddamn teenager in rut all over again. Every time I close my eyes, I see you. On the other side of that door, with your fingers buried in your cunt, slick dripping down your thighs, moaning my name like agood fucking Omega.”
I whimper.
“You want me to touch myself now?” he says - like a challenge. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” My voicebreaks.“Fuck,yes.Please, Lucian -please.Touch yourself with me. I need to know you feel it too.”
“This isn’t about me -”
“I want it to be,” I tell him. “I want to hear you fall apart. I want to know you’re touching yourself just like I am now - hand wrapped around your cock, thinking about how wet I am for you.”
I hear thezipof his pants - a noise so full of promise it should come with a warning label - and I swear I can almostsensehis hand wrapping around his cock on the other side of the door like I’ve forced him to.
Something flutters low in my gut. Something that makes me feelpowerful.
“I’m hard for you,” he growls. “So fucking hard it hurts. I’ve been this way for hours, Omega, and it’s all your fucking fault. My knot’saching,and I haven’t even been inside you yet.”
I moan, and my dignity officially files for divorce.
“Keep going,” I beg, circling my fingers over my clit. “Touch yourself like I’m using that mouth to shut you up.”
“Fuck,”he bites out. “You’d take it deep, wouldn’t you? That pretty mouth drooling over my cock.”
“I’d let you,” I gasp. “I’d ask you to.”
“Tell me again.”
“I’d let you use me,” I whisper. “Any way.Everyway.”
“AndI’dthrow you on that bed,” he rasps. “Pin you down with nothing but my weight. Just pure alpha instinct and heat. No prep. No patience.”
“God, yes,” I cry. “I’d let you. I’d be so good for you, Alpha. I wouldn’t fight it.”
“You wouldn’t be able to. You’d be screaming for more before the first thrust even bottomed out.”
“Tell me,” I hiss. “Tell me how you’d fuck me. Tell me how you’down me.”
“You’d be on your back,” he grits out. “Legs spread, pussydripping,and I’d stuff you full until you were gasping and clawing for more. You think your fingers are enough? You think your hand can reach where I’d be buried? Fuck no.”
My back arches. My hips grind down harder on my palm.
“You’d ruin me.”
“Damn right I would. I’d fuckingwreckyou, Omega,” he groans. “I’d fuck you until that soaked cunt memorized every inch of my cock. Until your very scent screamedmine.”
I pant. My thighs tremble.
“You’d take it, wouldn’t you? Every brutal thrust until you were crying, begging to be knotted.”
