Page 22 of Omega's Bears

“You don’t want me?”

“I don’t know....”

“I’m not going to force you, Cami.”

“I know. I know you wouldn’t.”

“But I think you want me.”

I don’t answer. I can’t. If I’m honest with myself, Luka is right. I’ve been preoccupied with him ever since I felt him imprint three nights ago. I don’t understand how I can feel this way when half of me is still wishing for Jack to drag me into the woods, but I can’t deny it either. And now I can’t tear my gaze away from his face. Something is holding me there, something magnetic, something powerful.

His hand cups my cheek. Then, slowly, agonizingly, his fingers slide down my neck to my collarbone.

My breath hitches. I stare at him, transfixed. Is this happening?

“You want to be with me,” Luka says. “I can feel it. I can smell it. God. Do you know how you smell?” He closes his eyes for a moment and breathes in deeply, and though I’m embarrassed at being told that I smell, I’m also strangely aroused. He’s giving off a scent too, and it’s far from unpleasant. I lean in and inhale the spice and the musk.

Luka takes my hand. “Let’s go back inside. It’s cold here.”

“Inside?” I don’t think I can stand it. Now that he’s set things in motion, I can’t pull away. Is he seriously suggesting we stop what we’re doing and crawl down that tunnel into the cavern before we resume? By that time, I might have come to my senses.

“Trust me,” Luka says, and that’s an order too.

I follow him into the tunnel. The moment we’re inside, he rolls me onto my back and moves on top of me. I can’t see him. I can’t see anything. It’s all sensation and sound in here.

We’re cramped, pressed tightly together by the walls around us. I couldn’t escape from underneath him if I tried. But I’m not trying. I’m intoxicated by the sound of his breath, harsh and panting, as he grinds against my thigh. Our legs entwine. He moves the fabric of our shirts out of the way, so we can be skin on skin, and then he slides downward for a moment to find my nipple with his tongue and I’m so surprised that I let a cry escape me.

Luka stops immediately. He pushes himself up off me as best he can, and though I can’t see him, I can imagine the worried expression on his face. “Is this okay?”

“God, yes,” I gasp, wondering why I waited so long. “Don’t stop, Luka.”

Luka takes his cue. He slides off my pants and buries himself inside me, threading his arms under my shoulders to hold me, his mouth returning to my breasts. He swirls his tongue gently around one, then moves to the other, as he fucks me with long, steady strokes. It couldn’t be more different from Jack’s aggressive style, and yet it’s somehow equally masterful. I feel like putty in his capable hands, surrendering to the pleasure. I forget I’m lying in the dirt under a mountain of rock. All that matters is that Luka keeps doing what he’s doing.

He bites my shoulder hard as he comes, and I clench my thighs around his hips and pull him in as hard as I can, coming at the same moment. His seed dripping deep into my womanhood. Afterward, it takes us a moment to separate. We’re both gasping for breath, both drenched in sweat, and I feel, for some reason, as if I’m about to cry. This was wonderful. Maybe it was too wonderful. What will I do if it turns out to have been a one-time thing? Jack has shown no indication of wanting a repeat performance, and Ryan has yet to express any sexual interest in me at all. What if this one time—this one spectacular time—with Luka was all I’ll ever get?

It’s not until I’m back in the cavern and sponging myself clean from my roll in the dirt that I find the bite mark on my shoulder. I clean away the blood, but the bruise and the marks of Luka’s teeth remain.

I’m not going to be able to keep my secret for very much longer. I have a sinking feeling that the Hell’s Bears are about to find out the details of my sex life.

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