Page 81 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
The surge of heat ratcheted up another notch, stealing my breath.
Soon, this aching need would become painful. I’d experienced just how debilitating it would be.
I squeezed my eyes shut, the sway of his quick stride only flaring my need more, but I kept myself still. The recognizable ding of the elevator echoed.
“Is Luna oka—” Karol sucked in a breath. “Oh, the pheromones coming off her.” She sounded breathless.
Pheromones—that was the word eluding me. That was what Alphas naturally exuded and made them extra enticing and harder to resist.
Lucian’s body tensed, a growl vibrating in his throat, and I jerked his shirt from where I bunched it.
“Sorry, Alpha. Give me one second.” A beep of the door later, there was some of shuffling.
“Stop being a dick,” I croaked with effort. Waves of heat radiated through my stomach. I whimpered, squeezing his shirt harder.
“Soon, Princess, just hold on a little longer,” he whispered. The door creaked again, and I forced my eyes open. Karol held the knob as she backed up, giving us space.
“I left the key on the counter and turned on the shower, Alpha.”
Lucian didn’t say anything and strode forward. The door shut with a loud bang, leaving us with the sounds of the falling water.
“Why the shower?” I breathed, allowing myself to sink into his embrace.
“I heard that warm water helps relax your heat,” he murmured gruffly and lowered me to the flat surface near the drain. Water cascaded onto my head and dripped down my face and into my clothes.
It immediately soothed my limbs. I moaned, tipping my head back so the droplets rained on my face. I pulled back, opening my eyes to Lucian shucking his shirt. He leaned to shove the pants off, and the hem of one pant leg caught on the cast shielding his ankle.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I wheezed, hunching into my stomach.
He growled and disappeared. While he was gone, I got to work removing my clothes. Even they felt like too much plastered against my skin. I tossed the sopping shirt outside the tub. Then I wiggled out of my pants and panties.
I turned the spout to make the water hotter. Oh, that felt good. I moaned, shivering. Lucidity crept in, and I grabbed the soap, scrubbing it all over my body.
I slid my hands over my chest, rubbing suds onto my skin. With every swipe of my fingers, pleasure rippled down my spine.
My core throbbed.
“Lucian,” I called out, more breathless and needy than I preferred.
There was a loud bang, and then he came in, chest heaving and cast gone.
“What did you do?” I muttered.
He approached, not favoring his foot, and now fully nude. “Got that shit off.” He stepped into the shower, and water pelted over his head, slicking his hair down.
His cock bounced in front of me. My mouth watered, and I reached for him without even thinking about it.
I wrapped my hand around the thick base, his knot widening the distance of my fingertips, sealing my mouth over the tip of him.
“Fuck, Josephine,” he grunted, his hips jolting forward and the water making the glide of his cock in my hand easy.
Moon, he felt so good in my palm. I moaned around him and reached down between my legs, rubbing my clit.
Pleasure rippled down my spine, and I moved my hips in a circle, grinding against my hand.
Lucian thrust and hit the back of my throat. Grunting, I breathed shallowly, trying not to gag. The urge to tongue him and taste him was much greater.
The roll of my fingers sent me into an orgasm. My teeth scraped his cock, and he growled, his fingers sliding into my hair and pulling it to force me down harder on him. His tip shoved against the back of my throat, and I moaned.
