Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

Chapter 532: Lost In Each Other’s Passion

(Author’s POV)

The rhythmic hiss of the cold water cascaded down on them, wetting the crown of their heads all the way to the tip of their toes. Their clothes clung to their skin like a coat of heavy lacquer. Myra’s mellow yellow hued dress turned almost see through, and so did Alaric’s basic white dress shirt, exposing their bodies to each other.

Seeing her in such a vulnerable state, Alaric’s eyes started to shift like a gem made of gold, the colour of hunger and pure lust. It awakened a deep, consuming desire within his very core. The water droplets moving down Myra’s forehead, tracing her medium shaped nose to her slightly pink tinted, full lips and disappearing down in the V of her neck; all of it was making him as well as Alex restless. He was losing his goddess damn mind.

With every drop of water touching her bare skin, her natural scent of citrus and flowers bloomed, and so did the mixed smell of cardamom and musk and cedarwood, his brothers’ odours coming off of her. It was getting on his nerves. He intended to wash away those smells, so he began running his hand more vigorously up and down her back and shoulders.

"Alaric, what do you think you are doing right now?" Myra said, gritting her teeth, as she looked at him directly, intensely. The way his heated hands roamed around her body was making her shudder, but she wanted to show a tough exterior.

"What? Didn’t you ask for my help just now? So, I’m doing~ ...just that," he replied softly, playfully as his gaze darted down to her moist lips. He leaned in to kiss; his hands now rested on the back of her neck. He was eager to remove those odours completely and coat her with his own; the rich, warm and woody scent of sandalwood.

But Myra once again tilted her head to the side. His lips landed on the side of her jaw. She still refused to give in.

Yelena knocked on the bathroom door, "Myra? Are you in there? Myra~ .... Myra."

"Your friend, she is a persistent one. You should answer her this time, or else she will barge right in and see us," Alaric teased. "You don’t want that, right?" his smile shifted cocky.

He reduced the water pressure, and right on cue, with a tremor in her voice, Myra finally spoke, "Ye~s, Ye~lena, what~ ... is it?"

Yelena released a sigh of relief, then questioned, "I have been calling your name for ages. Why weren’t you answering?"

"Wer~e you?" Myra muttered. "I had my airdopes on... listening to some calming music, so I didn’t hear you~ ...." She replied, trying to sound casual. "Why did you~ ... come?" she asked, breathing heavily. Alaric was tracing her neck with his thumb in circular motions. Under his touch, she was trembling.

Her hands reached his chest, as she gestured for him to stop.

"I thought you were tired, so I brought you some warm milk. You sure ... you alright? You sound a bit~ .... ~odd," Yelena remarked.

Myra’s grip tightened as she quickly replied, "Not~hing, it’s just the water. It is a bit cold." One of Alaric’s hands was now on the hem of her dress. Her eyes widened as she pinched his nipples in protest.

Alaric hissed and mumbled, "Feisty, aren’t you?" His free hand snaked around the small of her waist, locking her completely. The tug of war between them was getting heated.

"The weather is constantly changing. Don’t take cold showers," Yelena instructed, sounding like her mother.

"Ohhh~kkkayy~ ... I won’t. It’s getting late~ .... you should return to your room and get some rest," Myra uttered.

Yelena didn’t speak for a few seconds; then she asked with a hint of hesitation, "Myra~ .... can I~ ... can I ask you something?"

Myra’s entire focus was on what Alaric was going to pull this time. So, she said, "Yelena, if it is not urgent, can we talk tomorrow, hmm?"

Biting her bottom lip, Yelena answered, "Alright, we will do that. I’ll be going then. Don’t take a long shower and remember to drink the milk. Good night." With that, Yelena’s footsteps started to fade away.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Myra yelped. Alaric had lifted her with one hand.

Her back was plastered against the wall. To balance herself, her legs instinctively wrapped around him as he said, "Didn’t I do well? Now~ ... it’s time to get my reward." He fixed her head to stare straight into her hazels, and the next moment, his lips were on hers.

The kiss was raw, passionate, intense, ardent and whatnot. He was not just sucking at her lower lip, but he was trying to suck her soul away. Myra struggled in his arms, trying to bang her hands on his chest, but Alaric caught her hands quickly and held them above her head. His tongue infiltrated her mouth, meeting her soft, moist one. He quickly intertwined them, and the wrestling match began. The saliva dripped from the corner of their mouths to their chins, mixing with the water from the shower.

Myra felt something hard and rock solid pressed firmly between her legs. The flimsy layer of her dress was doing nothing as she felt the heat radiating from Alaric’s secret weapon.

The amorous lip lock, their fiery embrace, had drained most of her strength. Plus, the scent of smooth, creamy, subtly sweet sandalwood was fogging her mind. It was enveloping her little by little. The water, their entangled bodies underneath it, their wet clothes, the radiant heat and desire- everything was succulent.

The tussling, the wriggling, it all died as she couldn’t hold herself back longer and gave in. Her mouth started on her own as she drew his lips in, her eyes closed. Her hands combed in his sleek, glossy, wet, jet black locks.

Alaric flinched. Her natural scent was getting clearer now. Just like Brave, he could name it- the fragrance of orange jasmine; the scent of love, purity, grace and sensuality.

He was a bit shocked. He opened his eyes slightly and saw that she had finally decided to surrender. With his hands on her hips now, he lifted her some more and slowed the kiss down, in an attempt to prolong it. He partook of her luscious, sensuous mouth with deliberate unrush.

Unlike his initial wild behaviour, this kiss was soft and gentle, almost feather like. It was as if they were savouring each other’s taste.

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .