“I’d prefer that you didn’t wear a damn thing, but I’m guessing you won’t be comfortable with that, so I did some research and talked to some friends’ omegas to get some advice, and—”
I silenced him when I turned around and kissed him.
“Thank you.” I stared up into his eyes, seeing something soften in him, and leaned closer. “I should’ve started and ended with that. This is so thoughtful.”
“But…” His jaw tightened. “There’s a but coming.”
“But it’s not something I’d feel comfortable wearing around others. At home, maybe—”
“Try.”
“What?” I blinked at the sharp air of command in his voice.
“Try the clothes on, just in here, with me. See how you feel, without overthinking shit, without anticipating how you’ll feel. You don’t have to step outside this room with them on. You don’t even have to wear them for more than a few minutes. Just try, Sage.”
I swallowed hard, feeling that same bloody tension rise again, but I forced myself to let a long breath out. I always hated when people told you to just try something. It felt manipulative somehow, as if you were some sort of coward for not wanting to. I was fairly sure I didn’t want to shove my hand into a bucket of huntsman spiders, and that was OK. So why not this?
However, with that long whistle of breath came a feeling of acceptance. I could jerk the clothes on and then toss them off again, then get on with the business of the day. Lucien would be off my back and… My fingers went to my blouse buttons, but his hands beat me to it, unbuttoning each one with remarkable speed, then sliding down the zipper of my skirt and pulling it free.
I started to see what he meant as soon as the air hit my skin. I could…feel it in ways I hadn’t before, as if the slight breeze shifting the curtains was a great big hand, bestowing upon me the lightest of caresses. My nipples hardened in my bra, my body more fucking responsive than it had ever been, and that was hard to process. Then there was Lucien’s knuckles gliding up my spine. I found myself leaning into them, even as he undid the band of my bra and smoothed the straps off my shoulders.
“You’ll get too achy for this.” He tossed the bra onto the bed. “Anything that pinches or presses into you will be too much.” His fingers skimmed down the sides of my breasts, ones his brother had expertly caressed only an hour ago, but my body hadn’t gotten the message. Or rather, it had. Lockwood alphas equalled pleasure unending, if I’d just let them… Only his hands moved away, pulling down my skirt, then sliding under the sides but not going any farther as his body hung over mine. “The omegas I spoke to were in two minds. Some said underwear was too confining and the rub of it against their skin drove them nuts.” He drew them up slightly, so I felt the firm press of the gusset against my cunt. “Others liked the coverage, particularly if they were producing a lot of slick, but, Sage…”
I looked back and up at him, finding his eyes had gone silver.
“I’d like you to try going without.”
He slid my underwear off and over my feet, my heels discarded now, before he bent down on his knees and held out these bloody miniscule pair of shorts for me to step into. I let out an involuntary sigh at the feel of them, so soft they seemed to brush against my skin as he moved them into place, then sat back on his heels.
“Beautiful.” He smiled to himself with a nod. “And practical.”
It took almost no effort for him to slide the pleats to one side and sweep his fingers along my seam, dragging a gasp from me and hum from him as he sucked his fingers clean.
The way Lucien helped me into the hoodie, both he and the fabric caressing me as my thumbs pushed into the small holes in the cuffs, lulled me into a sensual haze, one he seemed keen to exploit.
“What do you think, omega?” he asked, then kissed me before I could answer. “One in every colour? I want that so very much.” His hands raked across my arse, the fabric giving him easy access to it. “Being able to reach for you, pleasure you with such little effort. No fucking heels or skirts or blouses.” Kisses, more kisses. “You can be talking to the others about catering or lighting some shit and I’ll…”
His voice faded away as he stared into my eyes while he dropped down to his knees, then pushed the folds of the fabric aside to get to mine.
“I’ll be on my knees, under the table, cock in hand.” The sound of his zipper was so loud right now, echoing through the room, which culminated in a ragged gasp as he took himself in hand, right before his tongue flicked out.
That was when I got what the designer was trying to do with these clothes. From the waist down, it was like being naked without actually being naked, making me open, ready to be teased and petted by them, but the top gave the illusion of coverage. The filmy fabric draped so completely across my body that it were as if I was, and if I was squirming in shame, as I was tempted to feel right now, I could flip that hood up and sink down into it, pretending they weren’t driving me out of my damn mind.
Only not right now.
I grabbed Lucien’s head, pressing him more firmly into my cunt, something that had him groaning as his tongue flickered across my clit over and over before he sucked it into his mouth. My orgasm crept up on me, soft as the breeze, then growing, growing, releasing a tension I hadn’t sensed building. I gasped out my pleasure over and over in this beautiful room to the sounds of the sea.
When I finally went limp, he picked me up and deposited me on the bed, stepping between my thighs. I made a little croon of delight when I felt him rub his cock against a core that felt like it hadn’t seen anywhere near enough action, getting it wet before slapping it down on my oversensitive clit. I jumped, letting out a little yelp, but he kept on rubbing, over and over, until the sting was gone and there was only a sharper, hungrier pleasure.
“Lucien…” I rumbled, my voice deep and throaty in a way it’d never been before.
“Yes, my love. I know. I know.” His face was flushed, his eyes flashing, his fangs bared as he dragged his cock lower, right where he needed to be. “But my fucking brothers made me swear not to take this pussy, not until we’re all further down the track of this courtship.”
My eyes flicked open, and I stared uncomprehendingly at him.
“If I fuck you, I’ll knot you, and if I knot you, I’ll claim you. My fangs will be in your throat, biting down before I can even think about it—that’s how close to the surface my wolf is.”
At that, I felt a clawed thumb brush across my clit, the slight prick somehow just adding to the pleasure.