“That’s right. And it’s up to you how intense this is.”

After days of them being distracted and long nights at the studio, only having all of them home one night, I wanted fucking everything. “Show me all of it, and we can pull back if we need to.”

Luke’s scent deepened from a salty ocean breeze to the darker scent of water and night air. “I see.”

We were in his bedroom, and he stood from the couch and closed the door before pulling his shirt over his head. The rest of his clothes came off with smooth efficiency, and I watched him from where I sat, drinking in the sleek beauty of his body and the length of him—already hard.

He sat on the end of his bed and looked at me. There was a different air around him. The quiet air of power that crackled when he stepped into this role. I fucking loved it.

“Stand up.”

My body obeyed without me fully processing the thought.

“Take your clothes off. All of them.”

I did, stripping out of my t-shirt and the shorts I was wearing, and leaving them on the couch along with my underwear.

Luke nodded in front of him. “Come here.”

When I was standing in front of him, he smiled, but it was still full of that silent power. “What was the word you used with Kade? To stop?”

“Camera.”

He nodded. “We’ll use that then. If you need me to stop or check in, just say it, okay?”

“I will.”

“Good.” Reaching out, he brushed my arm. “I’m hopeful what we explore doesn’t have to make you use it, but don’t be afraid to.”

Staring at him, I raised an eyebrow. “Are you stalling?”

His stare went from warm to steely.

Alpha.

The hair on the back of my neck rose under his stare, and everything tightened.

“Kneel.”

My knees dropped out from under me, and I landed on the soft carpet. He dragged fingers through my hair and ran them down my cheek, lifting my face to his. “It’s been too long since I felt your mouth, sweetheart.”

His cock was level with my gaze, and I looked at it now, vividly remembering the way he knotted himself in my throat. Warmth and arousal swirled under my skin at the memory.

Luke’s hand squeezed once, getting my attention. “Suck my cock, Omega. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Leaning forward, I took the tip of him between my lips and swirled my tongue around his head. No point in taking it slow—I dove down the length of him, taking most of him in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I love Omega biology.”