"Luka," I murmur.Tight, strained breaths saw in and out of my lungs.
My mate sees my need and climbs into the tub, sitting on the bench right next to me, brown eyes swirling with intensity. "What do you want, Brylee?"
But instinct is in charge right now, and I have no words to answer him.
Instead, I rise and spin around, then I straddle him, settling my knees onto the bench on either side of him, and my hands on the ledge of the tub.
The soft warmth of his skin is perfect for only a second before hungry need has me writhing against him.
More intense than the first wave that set me off, this time my body is swept up into a maelstrom of sparking lust that has me snapping my hips against his, dragging my swollen cunt along his lap and his growing erection. This second round of my heat makes me lean down and plant my open mouth along his neck, sinking my teeth in lightly as my tongue laves his wild pulse.
More.
I still need more.
Straightening my spine, I snatch at his arms until he brings his hands up, and I place them on my breasts, only releasing when Luka starts to knead them, his thumbs grazing over my nipples.
"Do you like that?" he whispers. "Does my omega like when I play with her?"
The tease of his touch makes me whimper for more. And I still can't force words up my throat because breathless energy sends me surging against him, slick gushing as I slide my seam against the hot, hard underside of his stiff cock. His knot forms a thick bulge at the base of it, one that has my brain short-circuiting.
In me.
I need him in me.
But then Luka says four words that make me freeze.
"Let me taste you."
My teeth dig painfully into my lower lip as I glance down at him uncertainly. Of all my mates, Luka's the most refined. Pristine. And I haven't washed up yet from?—
"I want to know how you taste with my brother's cum leaking out of you."
Oh fuck.
Luka has a dirty streak I never realized.
His words send a burst of lightning up my spine, and I throb with need.
My knees tremble, and he has to help me rise off his lap. I pant in dazed wonder as he stands in front of me, and I'm tempted to scratch my nails down that dark patch of chest hair in the middle of his pecs.
My alpha gives a wide, naughty grin before he carefully walks around me, one palm dragging along my stomach until I can feel his hardness press against my ass cheek. His hands drag up my sides, and his warm breath ghosts over my ear as he cups my heavy breasts for a second.
I start to arch into his touch, to shift his grip closer to my nipples, but he leans forward and bends me over in the process. Once my breasts are hanging, he reaches around from behind me and tweaks my nipples.
Tiny, pleasured whimpers wisp from my lips like smoke.
I'm smoldering.
But I want more.
I shift my hips back against him, hoping he'll take the hint.
But Luka latches onto my wrists and plants my hands on the ledge again as the water level sloshes along my calves. Then he traces one finger gently down my spine until it hovers just above the cleft of my ass.
My breath catches.
The world stops rotating.
