Oh God, claiming…Yes. Yes, that. Teeth in flesh.Biting.
I nearly follow through with the desire, but water springs to life overhead, drowning me in a cold sea of reality.
I blink.
Then pull back to gape at Lazarus. “A cold shower?”
He smiles. “It’s not just for you, princess.” He walks until my back is pressed to the chilled wall, the temperature at odds with the heat blossoming between my thighs.
His dick is hard and throbbing against my center. The thin boxer shorts do nothing to keep his size contained, his shape perfect and pronounced as he rocks into me. “You were about to claim me,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting along my cheek. “Do you know how difficult it was to stop you?”
My brow furrows. “You don’t want me to claim you?”
He chuckles. “Ah, Aurora, I will boldly and happily wear your claim mark. But I want you to bite me in a willing state, not in a lust-drunk one.” His lips meet my ear. “There will be no regrets between us. Ever. When we claim one another, it’ll be for the right reasons.”
His mouth travels down to my thundering pulse, his trimmed beard soft against my skin.
“Finding a place to mark you is going to be exceptionally enjoyable, Ms. Bianchi.” He nibbles my throat, then begins a path down to my breasts.
His dark eyes seek out mine as he takes my beaded nipple between his teeth, then rolls it with his tongue.
My lips part, the image of him kneeling before me again so fucking erotic that renewed need shoots through me, causing my thighs to clamp together. “Lazarus,” I whisper.
“Hmm?” he hums, still holding my gaze.
I want to ask him for something, but I don’t know how to express it. I… I also kind of want to run. To hide. To… to… God, I don’t even know.
Who am I kidding, anyway?
I’ll probably end up running to Johan. Or Noah.
Why not just… see what Lazarus has in mind? See if he can help me soothe the torment growing inside me.
“If I’m in heat,” I start, swallowing. “Can you… can you please… assist?” I feel so foolish voicing my request. It’s ridiculous. But what else am I supposed to do? I don’t have any of my toys. And suffering through an estrus without any relief will…
Well.
I don’t want to find out.
I just don’t.
“Please?” I press.
He smiles. “As beautiful as hearing you beg is, darling, you’re not in heat yet. But after I’ve calmed your need, we can talk more about that, all right?”
I’m torn between growling and whimpering.
Growling because I’m annoyed.
Whimpering because he spoke those words against my breast, the vibration causing my nipples to harden even more.
I thread my fingers through his hair, hoping to hold him in place so he can give me more.
More kisses.
More nibbles.
More pleasure.
