“You’re not going to claim your prize?” I laughed, standing in the middle of the tub.
“Absolutely, I am,” he said, offering his hand. “Nowhere in the rules did it say I had to lick you out here. Come with me, my beautiful prize.”
He helped me out of the tub and grabbed a towel nearby for us. Turning back to Preston and Isaac, he winked. “See you later!”
***
Lukas led me through the house with a towel wrapped around my shoulders and a smug grin still plastered across his face. Each step he took radiated in his victory, like a conquering hero parading his prize around. I tried to glare after him, but failed miserably. I was too relaxed, too giggly, and too aware of the fluttering in my chest.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we walked up the stairs.
“My room,” he stated. “It has the softest bed, obviously. If I’m going to claim a reward, I plan to do it right.”
His tone was teasing, but there was a glimmer of intensity underneath that sent a shiver down my spine.
Inside his room, he closed the door behind us and flicked on a soft light. His room was exactly as I’d remembered: shades of blue and gray, sleek and stylish, techy and cozy. Four monitors glowed softly on his desk, and a faint lemon sugary scent lingered in the air.
He turned to me, eyes flicking down to the damp towel and back up to meet mine.
“Do you want to be here with me?” His tone was more serious now.
I nodded without hesitation.
“Good,” he murmured, stepping closer. His fingers undid the towel at my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I was still in my damp swimsuit, which left me slightly cold without my towel.
Lukas wrapped his arms around me, the warmth in his body enveloping me. He pulled me in close, gently touching our foreheads together.
“Ivy, I clearly want you, but I don’t want you up here just because I won the contest,” he whispered. “I just wanted an excuse to be alone with you. To…get to know you in my own space.”
The sincerity in his voice knocked the breath out of me. I raised my hands to cup his face, wanting to assure him just how much I wanted to be here too.
“You don’t need an excuse,” I whispered back. “I want you just as badly as you want me.”
He bit back a smile as he leaned forward, kissing me slowly and savoring each moment. His hands glided down to my hips, holding me gently but firmly, anchoring me in his arms.
I sighed into the kiss, pressing closer, feeling the heat between us shift—less fire, more embers. Burning slow and deep.
“I want to show you how much I adore you,” he said as he trailed kisses down my throat. “Not just for being our omega.”
His fingers brushed along my spine, raising goosebumps across my skin. He then guided me to sit on the edge of his bed.
Easing me back against the pillows, he kissed every inch of skin he could reach. His hands explored slowly, reverently—no rush, no pressure. Just his warm, strong touch making me feel cherished in the way only he could.
When his mouth finally found the sensitive spot at the hollow of my neck, I melted under him.
Lukas’s hands skimmed over my hips, then up my sides, learning every curve like he’d waited forever to touch me this way. He slipped his fingers under the straps of my swimsuit and paused.
“Can I take this off?” he whispered against my skin, his breath warm and grounding.
“Yes,” I breathed, heart thudding. “Please.”
He unhooked the top, revealing my breasts, then pushed down the bottom half, until the whole thing was gone and I was stretched out beneath him, bare in every way. His eyes, full of hunger and adoration, flicked over me.
“God, you’re perfect,” he said with a hungry look in his eyes.
I reached up and tugged at the waistband of his swim trunks. “Get undressed so I’m not the only one on display.”
Chuckling softly, he slid them off in one smooth motion. I let my eyes wander, taking in the toned muscles of his body, the faint trail of hair leading down from his stomach, and the way he was already so hard for me. My mouth watered at the sight.
