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“Yes.Fuck, Lucian - yes, I’d take it all. I’d let you mark me, bind me, fill me until I couldn’t hold any more. I want it - I want it -”
“I’d sink my teeth into your throat while I came inside you,” he breathes, and I can hear it, I swear - the sound of his fist moving over his cock from behind the door. “Lock us together. Knot deep and thick, have you swollen with my cum until yousobbedwith how full you were.”
I grind harder; needy, messy,wild. I shove his shirt against my aching cunt, desperate for the friction as the image of his knot locking inside me as his teeth pierce into my sensitive scent glands floods my mind.
“And I wouldn’t stop there,” he adds. “I’d keep you tied to me, pushing deeper even after you came. Just to hear you whimper. Just to remind you what you belong to.”
“Lucian -”
“You’re soaked, aren’t you?” he growls. “Riding your own fingers like a good little Omega?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “My fingers, a-and your shirt. And I want you to do it, too. I want to know you’re stroking that big alphacockfor me.”
He groans.“Iam.”
“Faster,” I beg. “Touch yourself like you’re inside me. Like I’m on my knees, sucking you down my throat.”
“Fuck,” he bites out, his composure fracturing. “You’d take it deep, wouldn’t you? That pretty little mouth drooling over my cock, throat stretching to swallow me.”
“I really do mean it - I'd let you use me any way you wanted, Alpha.”
“Tell me who you belong to. Who that pussy belongs to.”
“You, Lucian.I'm - my pussy - it all belongs toyou.”
“Then prove it,” he barks out, a powerful alpha command that he knows instinct won't ever allow me to resist.“Comewithme, Omega.Now.”
I cry out, clenching down hard on my fingers as my body breaksagain.
Heat flares white-hot through my abdomen, my legs locking up, my cunt soaking my hand as I come screaming his name, and through the wall, I hear himlose it.
A grunt. A groan.Agrowl that I swear shakes the air.
“Rhea -fuck-Omega -”
He comes with me, panting, breath ragged.
I collapse onto the floor, forehead against the steel, Lucian’s shirt drenched and sticky between my thighs.
There’s silence, for a beat, and then - voice hoarse and wrecked -
“You need to watch that pretty little mouth,” he rasps. “Because next time, I’m not just opening that door. I’mclaimingwhat’s mine.”
I swear to god - I comeagain.
Chapter Eighteen
Kai
Lucian’s voice is muffled, but not muffled enough.
I’m in the guest kitchen - shirtless, barefoot, half-eaten apple in one hand, staring at the espresso machine like it personally offends me.
And honestly? It kind of does. The thing has more buttons than a goddamn fighter jet, and it won't give me a single drop of caffeine without scanning a fucking retina.
Probably not a bad thing given that it's the middle of the night, but I just needed a distraction.
Because they're at it again.
