This time, I sway to meet him, a new hunger awakening in my stomach as our lips meet. Suddenly, I can’t seem to get close enough, can’t seem to feel enough. I scramble forward, moving to straddle his lap.
Luke hums his approval and his hand curls around the back of my head as he deepens the kiss. He runs his tongue along the seam of my lips and I open, taking his tongue into my mouth. A low whine starts in my throat. There’s still too much distance between us, my instincts urging me to get closer, closer, closer.
I rock my hips, my erection pushing against Luke’s answering hardness, and he lets out a soft groan. The sound sends a shiver down my back and I repeat the motion, again pulling a pleased noise from Luke’s throat.
Pure instinct drives me to do it again and again and again, until I’m panting with need, my frustrated whine building ever louder as my movements become more jerky and erratic. Luke’s hands move down to my hips, gripping tightly and guiding me in a steady rhythm so I’m getting the friction I’m dying for as I chase the release I desperately need.
Luke pulls away from my mouth, his own breaths coming fast and hard, and he rests his forehead on mine, our panting breaths mingling in the space between us as I continue rocking my erection against his. The back of my neck tingles, the sensation on the edge of painful, and I whine again, the high-pitched noise almost frustrated as I chase something that feels just out of reach.
Luke makes a shushing noise and rubs his cheek across mine before moving down to mouth at my neck. His teeth graze the line of my collarbone, a hint of inhuman sharpness that sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. He freezes in place for a moment, his gaze coming to meet mine, a question in his eyes I can’t quite read. He strokes his thumb across the skin of my stomach under my shirt.
When I make no move to stop him, he slides all his fingers under my clothes, each point of contact amping up the heat building in my body. I try to rock my hips again, but Luke anchors me in place with one hand, then slowly slides the other into the front of my pants, keeping my gaze the whole time as if asking permission.
He has it. He can have everything.
His fingers wrap around my cock one by one until he’s gripping it with an almost too tight hold. The noise that escapes me is almost embarrassing in both its volume and the pure wanton need in the sound.
Luke’s lips curl into a hungry smile and he drops his gaze, nipping at the side of my neck as his hand begins to movein a slow stroking motion. Pleasure races across my nerves, a jangling sensation of want and need and more until I cry out, the pressure inside me cresting into an explosion.
Luke’s lips find mine again, his mouth catching my little whimpers and moans as he milks me through my orgasm. Once I’m done, all tension bleeds out of me and his kisses soften into brief brushes of his lips against mine.
“Shhh,” says Luke as he runs his nose over my cheek.
And I realize I’m crying, silent tears tracking down my face.
“I don’t—I don’t… I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I say, my chest shuddering with my tears.
“It’s been an interesting few days,” he replies. “And, as far as you remember, that was new to you, right?”
Flames lick at my cheeks, and I glance down at my hands, only now truly registering the squishy wetness in my pants. And the fact that Luke’s hand is still loosely curled around my spent and increasingly oversensitive cock.
“Um, yeah I think so,” I reply. “Sorry if I wasn’t…” I clear my throat and dart a glance up at Luke’s face. “Do you need me to…?”
Luke lifts my chin with two fingers until my eyes meet his. “I’m happy with whatever you’re willing to give. The whole fated mates thing is new to me too, but we’ll eventually figure it all out. Just being close to you is enough for me right now. We don’t need to do anything else.”
“What if I… want to?” I have no idea what I’m doing, but my instincts haven’t led me astray so far. The thought of taking care of my mate, of bringing him the kind of pleasure he just brought me, makes my chest warm.
Heat flashes in his eyes and one side of his mouth tips upward. “Then—”
A loud electronic chime echoes through the house, and I jolt at the noise. Luke’s brows draw together and he carefullygets up off the bed, wiping his hand over the comforter before approaching the door.
“That sounded an awful lot like a doorbell,” he says, opening the bedroom door and leaning out into the hallway. The chime comes again, and I hear Doc’s voice filtering in the door from farther down the hallway.
“There’s a camera on the doorbell, but my phone is dead, so I can’t log in to see who it is,” says Doc. “Do you want me to go down and answer it?”
“No,” says Luke firmly. “I’ll do it. Given how early it is, I somehow doubt whoever’s at the door is a welcome guest.”
Fourteen
Luke
There aren’t many reasonsI can think of for someone to show up here uninvited at this particular point in time, and none of them are good. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like whoever’s at the door is going to do me the favor of simply going away, so I’m going to have to deal with them either way.
I step back into the bedroom, turning to take Ollie’s face between my hands, and place a gentle kiss on his furrowed brow.
“Nothing to worry about,” I say. “I’ll handle it.”
“Crap timing though, right?” He flashes me a tiny smile, his cheeks going pink.
