Page 60 of Shifters' Fated Summer
“I bet if you touched yourself right now, you’d be so turned on you could finish in seconds,” he panted. “Do it. I want you to come too.”
Holy shit.
All thoughts of teasing him vanished, and my hand moved between my legs. He wasright, dammit. I brushed the pad of my finger over my clit and white-hot pleasure filled my veins.
“I won’t finish until you do, so hurry, wildcat.”
His forehead touched mine. It was so intimate, our bodies barely touching as we both raced towards our pleasure.
He had to be close. His breathing turned harsh and his movements jerky. Instead of teasing myself, I rubbed in quick, soft movements that had my weak knees wobbling.
Luca threw his free arm over me, pinning me back against the tile by my waist. How he could remain standing on the verge of an orgasm and also support me was mind boggling, but I didn't waste his efforts.
With a strangled cry, I shoved myself over the edge, quaking against the tile as Luca let out one last toe-curling moan. His cum hit my stomach and thighs, but I was too lost in ecstasy to even notice.
As reality filtered back in, Luca placed both hands on my waist and turned me so my back was to his chest. Easing us forward, he guided me under the spray.
The warm water over my sensitive skin felt divine. He ran his hands over me, washing away the evidence of what we had just done. His fingers lingered between my legs, causing me to whimper and him to give a dark laugh.
Luca shut off the water and wrapped me in a fluffy towel. I was brainless and boneless as he carried me to the bed.
In a haze, I watched him towel off his messyhair and pull on a pair of sweats. That gorgeous tattooed chest stayed bare as he sat beside me, hairbrush in hand.
With gentle strokes, he dragged the brush through my short hair. I glanced at the full length mirror on the wall, watching his arm muscles flex as he worked. A snake twisted across his ribs, and it seemed to slither as he raised his arm again.
He met my gaze in the mirror and smiled. It wasn’t the charming smirks I was used to, but something sweet and knowing. There was always heat in his gaze, but at the moment, all I saw was genuine connection. He saw all of me and loved me.
The impulse to share my feelings rose up in my throat, but before I could speak, he set the brush aside. “Alright, why don’t you get dressed and we can go have lunch with everyone.”
“You want to tell me about your family?” I asked, my irritation flaring as Big-Bouncy-Tits came to mind.
Luca paused with a shirt in his hand. “Um, my uncle is an enforcer for my family’s pack. The one Cade is from too.”
“Your parents are in charge?”
He tilted his head, scrunching up his nose as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, my mom and dad are the Alphas of that territory.”
The little bit of his history, the story about his dead fated mate, had been tragic. Anything around his upbringing seemed a touchy subject, but with his uncle and cousinsdownstairs, I needed to know.
“What about Cade? Who are his parents?”
Luca sighed. “He was an orphan.”
“I thought that was uncommon,” I said, frowning.
Cade was like me…
“Not exactly.” Luca’s motions slowed and he sat beside me, his face serious. “He was born in another pack a couple of states over. They weren’t Alphas or anything, so it’s surprising he’s this dominant. They were killed by vampires. He was nine. And then he ended up with us.”
“Vampires,” I repeated. “He really has a lot of reasons to hate them.”
One thing still didn’t make sense to me. “How are Alphas picked? Or how do you become one? Why aren’t you one?”
That brought a smile to Luca’s face. He shook his head wryly. “I’m notthatdominant. Well, outside of the bedroom.” I tried to ignore the thrill of heat those words caused in me. “Besides, it’s natural dominance mixed with drive. I’ve never been that driven, and Cade is… well, he is very driven, as you’ve seen.”
“So you’re the son of Alphas. Does that make you a trophy mate?” I teased him, trying to lighten the mood. I didn’t want to think about Cade and his drive.
Luca’s lips curled, showing blunt fangs. “More like a power couple. If anyone is a trophy mate, it’s you.”
