Everything is on hold, awaiting his next move.
"Hold on tight, little omega, because I'm going to try to topple you."
Yess.
My eyelids flutter closed at the swish of the water as my mate kneels behind me. With careful touches, he widens my stance and slinks between the apex of my thighs. I feel his hot breath, the tip of his nose, and, finally the darting lick of his tongue.
Hot, wet, sinfully good—he laps at me with the precision of a clockmaker. Each swipe is perfectly timed to send rapture careening up my womb. Making me clench.
My hips tilt, but his hands are there, stilling me. Holding me exactly where he wants me. Then spreading me open lasciviously so that his tongue can swipe up my essence again and again.
My back arches. My head bows down, resting on my left arm while my right hand sneaks away from the ledge and plucks at one of my needy nipples. Sensation surges south from my pinch and up from his lapping tongue, twin streaks of lightning that meet and join into a crackling ball of untamed craving.
And I break.
Unleashed. Unhinged.
Abandoning the ledge, I straighten my spine and reach behind myself. Need bays within as I latch onto Luka’s hair and hold tight. I snap my hips back again and again, grinding against his face until he shoves his tongue up, parting me, one hand yanking my ass cheek to the side, the other teasing that back opening.
His beard abrades my thighs, but I love the scratch, the burn only contrasting with the slick, hot wetness of his tongue in a way that's undeniably, wantonly hot.
Soon, I start to shake. I shudder as shrill desire screams up from my core.
My head spins, and I tremble.
I nearly lose the rhythm—but Luka won't let me. His hand grips my ass tighter, and he uses it to guide my body until I fly apart with a breathy moan.
Glittery pleasure bursts through me, and then I float with it, airy and light. Empty and sated. Limp and smiling.
Once I'm sagging against him, Luka gently unlocks his grip, and I sink down onto his lap in the water, which has risen to his chest. He carefully rearranges my floppy limbs on his lap, and Ituck myself into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, a soft, purring contentment rolling through my chest.
"Well, that's one way to clean me up," I joke.
His chuckle is the most precious sound in the world, and I wrap my arms around him as the bathroom fills with steam, the scent of my heat, and the soft reassurance of fate.
27
RIDGE
Moonlight filtersthrough the trees as I stand in the practice field at Eros Academy and observe the way navy shadows make the back half of the castle so dark that it nearly appears two-dimensional. After letting my gaze roam, I land on one of the disarmed tanks students use to practice driving basics.
I sigh.
After an afternoon filled with what seems like a thousand meetings, I’m riding that thin line between wrung out and furious.
Almost done,I tell myself as I spot Jameson crossing the grass.
His shirt is sloppy and untucked, and he looks frazzled as he hurries forward, gait uneven from some old injury I’m not even curious about—because we all have them.
Correction. Any self-respecting alpha has them.
As he gets close, I observe a strange, almost haunted expression on his face, one that makes my lower spine start to buzz. We were supposed to meet to discuss handing off the class loadAlpha Team X has been handling, but his haggard look tells me something’s happened.
“Ridge.” Jameson’s voice is clipped, all business. No preamble.
But he forks his fingers through his hair, the gesture a contrast to his tone.
“Jameson,” I say briskly. “What is it?”
