Page 96 of Forget-Me-Nots and Apricots

"Yes," I whispered, beyond caring about anything but the sensations he was creating. With practiced ease, he unhooked my bra, sliding it away to expose my breasts to his heated gaze.

"Perfect," he murmured, lowering his head to take one sensitive peak into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, making me cry out softly.

His free hand slid up my thigh, fingers pressing into my skin as he continued his attention to my breast, alternating between gentle sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue that had me writhing beneath him. I tangled my fingers in his curls, holding him to me as pleasure coursed through my body.

"Lucas," I gasped, rolling my hips against his instinctively. "God, that feels so good.”

I could hear Lucas give another low growl, as his hands slid down to my hemp of my pants, his fingers finding the button. He paused, looking up at me with eyes dark with desire but still seeking permission. "We can stop," he said, his voice strained with restraint. "If you're not ready."

The fact that he was checking in, making sure I was comfortable despite his obvious arousal, made something warm bloom in my chest. “Please.” I could feel the slick between my legs, a low whimper leaving me.

I was surprised by the boldness of my own request, but I couldn't deny how much I wanted this—wanted him. Lucas's eyes darkened further at my plea, and he wasted no time unfastening my pants and sliding them down my legs with reverent care. His fingers traced the edge of my underwear, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

"You have no idea how many times I've thought about this," he murmured, pressing hot kisses along my stomach as his fingers continued their maddening journey. "About you, like this."

I arched up into his touch, beyond caring about anything but the sensations he was creating. When his fingers finally slipped beneath the fabric to find the wetness waiting there, we both groaned.

"So wet for me," he whispered, his voice rough with desire as he stroked through my folds. "So perfect." I whimpered as his fingers found my most sensitive spot, circling it with practiced precision that had me gasping his name. My hips moved against his hand, seeking more of the delicious pressure as pleasure built within me.

"That's it," Lucas encouraged, his voice a low rumble against my skin as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down my stomach. "Let me hear you."

When he replaced his fingers with his mouth, I nearly came undone. The hot, wet slide of his tongue against my core had me crying out, my hands clutching desperately at his shoulders, his hair, anything I could reach. Lucas groaned against me, the vibration adding another layer to the sensations overwhelming me.

"Lucas," I gasped, my back arching as he slid one finger inside me, then another, curling them in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids. "Oh god!" The pleasure was building, tightening like a coil deep in my belly as Lucas worked me with his mouth and fingers, relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure.

"That's it, beautiful," Lucas murmured against me, his free hand gripping my hip to hold me steady as I writhed beneath him. "Let go for me."

When he curled his fingers just right while sucking firmly on my clit, the tension broke. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, my body arching off the bed as I cried out his name, trembling with the force of my release. Lucas worked me through it, gentling his movements as the aftershocks rippled through me.

When I finally collapsed back against the nest, boneless and breathless, Lucas moved up my body, pressing tender kisses against my heated skin as he made his way back up my body. His eyes, when they met mine, were dark with desire but also filled with something softer, more tender.

"You're incredible," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my flushed face. "So beautiful when you come undone."

I reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted of me and him together. The intimacy of it should have embarrassed me, but instead, it felt right—natural in a way I hadn't expected. My hands slid down his chest to the button of his jeans, feeling his hard length straining against the fabric.

"Your turn," I whispered against his lips, but Lucas caught my wrist gently.

"As much as I want that—and believe me, I do—" his voice was rough with restraint, "I hear footsteps coming closer. I think they are coming to look for us.”

Just as he said that, a knock came from my door, making me freeze.

"Vivian? Lucas? Dinner's ready." Dakota's deep voice came through the door, followed by a pause. "Everyone's waiting downstairs."

"We'll be right down," I called, wincing at how breathless my voice sounded. There was a moment of silence from the other side of the door, and I could almost feel Dakota processing what he'd heard.

"Five minutes," he finally said, his voice carrying a note of something I couldn't quite identify. His footsteps retreated down the hallway, and I buried my face in Lucas's chest, mortification washing over me.

"Oh my god," I groaned. "He knows. He definitely knows what we were doing."

Lucas chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest against my cheek. "Alpha senses. Hard to hide much from each other." He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, though embarrassment still burned through me. "Just... not used to this. Any of it."

Lucas's arms tightened around me, comforting rather than possessive. "We should probably get dressed and head down before Dakota comes back. Or worse, sends Gabriel."

The thought of facing all four Alphas after what had just happened sent another wave of heat to my cheeks. "This is going to be awkward dinner.”

Lucas just laughed as we both got up and ready to go face the others.

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