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“Just admit it,” he whispers. “You’re fucking yourself in your head right now. You’re thinking about me opening that door. About what I’d do to you. About the way I’d make you scream.”

My hand betrays me. It starts moving before I even realize it, sliding between my legs.

“You touching yourself?” he asks.

I whimper. A squeaky, traitorousyes-whimper.

“You fucking better be,” he growls. “Show me how desperate you are. Rub that pretty pussy, Omega. Let me hear it.”

“Lucian,” I breathe his name like a prayer and a profanity.

“I want you soaking that robe. I want you dripping. I want you wrecked without me even laying a finger on you.”

His voice is a low hum of satisfaction curling in my ear through the steel. My thighs are slick, and my fingers glide through heat and wet with practiced ease.

“You should hear yourself, Omega. That little whisper? That tremble in your breath? That isn’t just heat. That’sneed.That’smine.”

I squeeze my thighs together as I close my eyes.

“You’re clenching right now, aren’t you?” His voice is deliciously cruel. “Trying to squeeze around nothing. Desperate for friction. Grinding on air.”

Iarch against the door without realizing.Seeking.

“I can smell it,” he growls. “That slick, that heat rolling off your body, practically begging me to crawl inside and fill every fucking inch you can’t reach.”

I moan. Lucian laughs.

“Ohhh, there she is. That pretty little noise. You trying to rub your thighs together again? You gonna hump the wall like a good girl for me?”

“Lucian,” I breathe.

It’s a sob of a name. A surrender, really.

“That’s it, Rhea,” he murmurs, voice low and lethal. “Say my name while you fall apart.”

My fingers find my clit, already slick and swollen, and I gasp. My hips roll into the touch, back arching, breath stuttering.

The sound isobscene; wet and raw and messy. My fingertips glide through slick, circling faster as my thighs shake.

“Fuck,” Lucian groans - barely audible, like he didn’t mean for it to slip. “What I’d give to be in there right now. I’d tear that robe off your body. Drag my tongue from your slick little hole to your clit until you’re crying and shaking. Wouldn’t stop until you soaked my mouth.”

I grind my hand harder, teeth clenched, breath coming in gasps now as I picture him doing exactly that.

The thought of riding his perfect face…

“Then I’d flip you over and hold you there - face down, ass up,dripping- while I pushed my cock in slow. Just the tip. Let you feel the stretch. Let youbegto be ruined.”

I’m rubbing fast now - frenzied, panting,feral.

“Think you’d like that?” he asks. “Think you could handle it?”

I can barely get the words out. “You know I would.”

“I’d knot you,” he snarls. “Tie you up so fucking deep your cunt remembers my shape. So full you can’t evenbreathe.And I’d keep you like that - marked, shaking, leaking me forhours.”

“Lucian,” I gasp,the pressure building sharp and bright.

“Say it,” he commands. “Tell me who owns that cunt.”

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