Luke chuckles as he leans into my space, settling a hand in my hair. He gently pulls my chin towards him, catching my gaze with his jade irises.
“I told you once your bite is your best feature.” He smirks. “And I meant it.” He kisses my lips softly.
“Next to your Emily Blue eyes, of course,” he whispers.
And it is like the floodgates have broken, because I know with that one kiss, that one snarky ass statement, it’s true.
Lucasdoessee me the way I see him.
“You are insufferable, Lucas Pembrooke,” I whisper against his lips.
“So I have been told,” he says as he kisses me once more, this time fully and without hesitation. I fall into his kiss, sliding my hands in his hair. His lips part for me, and I waste no time caressing his tongue with mine, and it’s a frenzy after that. It’s a fight of hands and mouths, of growls and whines. I kiss him hard, my omega coming alive under those words.
Because you are my mate.
I know that truth in the depth of my soul.
“Do it,” I whisper against his lips as I rove my hands down his body, my fingers seeking his waistband of his suit pants. He leans forward, his strained cock pressing against me as my dress slides up around my legs. He hovers his lips above mine as his palm rests on my thigh, warm to the touch.
“Emily, are you?—”
“Yes, I am sure,” I say with hurried ecstasy. I find the waistband of his pants and though I expect him to push me away, he doesn’t. His body is tense, though. Like he’s nervous. A strange thought enters my brain as I look up at him.
“You have knotted an omega before… right?”
He lets out a smooth chuckle, his fingers carefully sliding up my thigh to push my dress up. His thumb gently slips underneath the strap of my panties.
“Yes, Emily. I have knotted an omega before,” he says confidently, but then that sheen of confidence fades as he slowly slides his thumb over my heat, making the omega inside me fray at the seams. I groan as his thumb slips through my folds, gently caressing my sensitive nub. Before I can speak, he slides one finger inside of me, and I whimper in defeat.
“But I have never knottedyou,” he says. “Mymate.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask, thrusting my hips against his finger. It’s not enough, I need more. I need every bit of Lucas Pembrooke.
“Christmas,” he says as he curls his finger inside me while stroking my clit with his thumb, and I come undone like a spool of thread.
My orgasm hits me hard, out of nowhere, and the moan that escapes me is not quiet in the least.
Luke’s mouth finds mine quickly, silencing my moan. Devouring it like a slice of apple pie.
I manage to unbutton and unzip his pants in record time. I press my palm to his thick, heavy cock protruding from his tight briefs.
The swell of his knot is prevalent, which only makes my insides twist with delight, knowing that it’s because of me.
That it’sforme.
Heat ransacks my body as I shove his pants down while his mouth continues to accost me with feverish kisses. I grab his cock in my hand, trying to lead him, but he resists me.
He shakes his head as his lips press against my neck.
“Not yet,” he says, and I whine.
“Do not make me wait, Luke. I’m in heat, I can’t?—”
Luke’s mouth trails kisses down my neck to my chest as he removes his fingers and slides my panties down my thighs, over my ankles and thenthrowsthem into the fucking topiary. I have half a mind to be pissed about this because those are my panties for God’s sakes, but when his mouth finds my heated core, his tongue flicking my clit, I forget all about discarded panties.
My legs shake and my entire body vibrates because I just came and everything is so sensitive…
My eyes fall shut as I lose myself in his ministrations. The swirl of his tongue, the eagerness of his mouth. Before I know it, I’m culminating again, and I fear I won’t be able to hold off.
