Satisfied that he’s steady on his feet, I let go of his waist and pick the shower nozzle up again. I spray the water directly where my fingers are buried, beckoning gently insidehim as I do it. He moans loudly as the loads I put in him spill out.
I switch off the water and hang the nozzle up when I’m done. Lucien pushes himself off the wall and drops heavily against me. As soon as his body makes contact with mine, he arches like a cat, rubbing his silky ass all over me. I slither to my knees—involuntarily.
He looks back at me and quirks his lips. “Hungry?”
As it turns out, I am. I really am. I haven’t eaten for hours, and I’ve been fucking a horny omega for most of that time. I’m lightheaded, my belly is aching and grumbling. That said, Lucien’s heated hole is the only thing I want.
It looks decadent. Delicious. I want to gorge myself on it. Mash my face into it and never come up for air.
I spread his cheeks with my thumbs and groan softly at the sight before me. He’s wet and pink. Ring swollen and puffy.
“So pretty,” I slur, leaning in with my tongue outstretched.
I lick him and lick him. Soft and hard. Slow and fast. I start with long strokes that begin at his balls and lave his taint, teasing his opening and darting around it more than touching it directly. He wriggles and bucks, resorting tostamping his foot when I don’t immediately give him what he wants.
It’s not just me, right? It’s adorable. It’s can’t-breathe-can’t-think-don’t-know-what-to-do-with-myself cute.
It doesn’t take long for my resistance to crumble, and soon, I’m behind him, with my face mashed against him and my tongue fully distended inside him.
He’s running so hot that it doesn’t take much to coax an orgasm out of him. I lap up the juices he gives me, dizzy, as I hear myself thank him for them.
Damn, I sound sincere.
I clamber to my feet, head spinning as he turns to face me. I’m shivering uncontrollably from being in a cold shower for so long.
“Aw.” He smiles with faux sympathy, his voice laced with sex and seduction. “Are you cold, big alpha man?”
“Little bit,” I manage through chattering teeth.
“C’mere, I’ll warm you up.”
He puts his arms around my neck and presses his hot body against mine. He’s like a furnace, and holy shit, he smells good. My arms curl around him and my lips drift toward his.
He looks up at me, and his gaze stutters, pausing when it reaches my lips. My heart begins to pound,to hope, but he doesn’t pause for long. His eyes are on the move again, traveling down my body. It’s not his fault. He can’t help how horny he is.
He whistles quietly, groping my pecs hard and then attacking my biceps, squeezing the muscle he finds there with a determined sort of glee. “You’re sojacked, alpha man. You’re so big and strong. Mmph, look at this muscle…” His hands track upward and he scrapes his fingers through my beard, tugging gently. “Look at all this hair.”
From there, his hands make their way down again, this time curling around the small of my back and grabbing my ass a little more amorously than I was expecting. I jump out of his reach ungracefully and swat him away, producing a sound that could easily be described as a giggle, if it were made by someone who wasn’t an alpha.
I toss a fluffy white towel to him and wrap another tightly around my waist.
“You’re so hot, Branson.” He looks straight at me when he says it, without a hint of shame. For a split second, I let myself believe it’s him talking, not his heat. “Did I ever tell you that?”
“You’re so horny, Lucien.” I laugh. “And no, you didn’t.”
He cocks a playful brow and crosses his arms over his chest. “Ah, you think I’m only saying that because my heat has burned through my inhibitions, don’t you?”
I don’t think it. I know it. Loss of inhibition is a common side effect of heat. It typically sets in on day one or two, with inhibitions being more and more corroded as heat progresses. Sometimes, not all the time, inhibition can be so thoroughly lost that delirium occurs.
I don’t want to be dismissive of his state, so I don’t answer, but I give a little shrug.
He leans in close, pushing himself up onto his toes, and whispers hotly against my neck. “What if I told you I’ve always found you attractive? What then?”
My heart lurches, even though I know I shouldn’t let it. I’ve helped enough omegas through heats to know Lucien isn’t himself right now. He isn’t. All omegas get like this when their hormones take over. It’s normal. To be expected.
It’s just that this time, the omega is Lucien, and I’ve dreamed of him saying things like this to me for longer than I care to admit.
“Is that what you’re saying?” I ask like an idiot.
