“That’s it,” he says through the door, his voice jagged now. “Bury your face in it, Omega. Rub yourself against it. Soak it in slick so I can smell you on my skin.”
I drop to my knees in front of the door, clutching the shirt in one hand, the other sliding back down between my thighs.
This time, I press the folded cotton between my legs - soft and warm from my body, heavy with scent.
The pressure is perfect -
And Igrind.
“Good fucking girl,” he rasps. “There you go. Ride it. I want that shirt soaked. I want to feel how messy you get just thinking about me.”
My hips roll down, slow and hard against the shirt, dragging slick through the fabric as I fuck it like I’m fucking him.
“You’re lucky that door’s locked,” he growls. “Because if I was in there, Omega -”
The sound of him breathing makes my whole reproductive system do a backflip.“If I was in there, I’d have you bent over the bed, wrists tied, mouth stuffed with that shirt while I wrecked your heat.”
Ialmostclap.
Bravo. Ten points. Five stars. Oscar-worthy filth.
“You’d scream for it,” he snarls. “Beg for me to knot you so deep your body never forgets it. And when I’d be done filling you, I’d do it again. Andagain.Until you were crying with how full you were.”
“Lucian -” My voicebreaks.
“You wouldn’t walk straight for days.”
Sir,please: you’ve seen these knees. I barely walk straight around younow.
“I need you in here,” I tell him, throat raw.
A sharp inhale.
Then - “Don’t.”
“Don’twhat?”
“Don’tbeg,” he growls. “If you start, I swear, Omega - locks or not - I’ll get in. I’ll rip that fucking door off the hinges.”
Which sounds… not like a threat?
I push up on trembling arms, dragging his shirt against my body.
The ache inside me is almost too much. I can’t stand it.
“Thendo it.”
BANG.
Something slams against the door.
“Don’t fuckingtempt me,Omega.”
“You’re already tempted,” I breathe. “You’ve been standing out there this whole time.”
“I’m trying to control myself.”
“But I don’t want your control,” I tell him. “I want you, Alpha. Ineedit.”