Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 532

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.

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. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

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