Lazarus rumbles in response, his chest vibrating with a purr that’s highlighted by his growl.
Yes, yes,I think, wanting more of that. “I want to feel you do that between my legs,” I admit, feeling strangely bold. “Please.”
He makes a noise, one I’m not sure means agreement.
Which has me pouting in response.
He shushes me again and sets me on a counter. The cool marble does little to dispel the warmth blasting through me—a warmth that actually burns hotter as he kneels to finish removing my shorts.
Lazarus is on his knees for me,I think, a fluttering sensation stirring in my lower belly.
He leans in to press a kiss to my thigh before standing once more, the light brush of lips not nearly enough. I reach for him, but he takes a step back.
A growl escapes me, one that turns into a moan as he begins to disrobe.
Becauseyes.Yes, this is what I want. A naked Lazarus. An alpha in his prime. A male who can help quell this ache simmering inside me.
I lick my lips, admiring the abs now on display, as well as the hard chest and impressive shoulders. He’s like a work of art.
Something I think I must admit out loud because his lips twitch.
Or maybe it’s just my open appreciation that amuses him.
Whatever.
He’s fucking hot and he knows it.
All perfect arms. Strong. Lined with delicious veins along his forearms.
But his thighs…Wow.Solid muscle. He wasn’t naked on the plane, just… mostly. Where it counted, anyway. However, his athletic legs are long and prove that he doesn’t miss workout days. All parts of his body are honed to perfection.
Just like Johan and Noah.
I shudder, thinking about them.Are they still playing in the other room?I wonder, imagining Noah fucking Johan.Oh, that was hot…Feeling all that strength on top of me propelled me into a new territory of arousal, taking me higher than I’ve ever gone before.
I could almost feel Noah driving into me, his forceful thrusts pushing through Johan and directly into my center.
Insanity.
Amazing.
Bliss.
But it’s Lazarus who picks me up now, his strength washing over me and lighting me on fire from within.
He’s going to be even more powerful than Noah, I realize, shivering with the thought.
All three of them are alphas. However, Lazarus takes dominance to a new level of existence.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his throat again, tasting him as my legs tighten around his waist.
It’s then that I realize his boxers are still on.
My lips curl down, and a whimper escapes me. I want to be skin to skin.
“You’re safe,” Lazarus tells me.
Any other moment in time, that would appease me. But not right now. Because I don’t want to be safe. I want to beunsafe. I want him to lose control. To fuck me into oblivion. No holding back. No control. Just an alpha claiming an omega.
