“They need to be sucked,” he repeated, coming closer. “By someone who knows how.”
“What are you talking about?” I wanted to take a step back but the edge of the countertop was right behind me, making it impossible.
“You have to relieve the pressure. It’s the only way to ease the pain.” He was standing right in front of me now, his broad chest almost brushing the arm I held over my breasts. “You know that, don’t you, Lexie?”
“What do you know?” I demanded, looking up at him. “What do you know about what’s going on with me?”
“Everything,” he murmured. “And I’ll tell you…if you let me help you.”
“What do you mean by ‘help?’” I looked at him suspiciously.
“You know what I mean, Lexie,” he said softly. “Let me ease your pain.”
“Y-you mean you want to…want to…” I couldn’t make myself say it.
“Suck your nipples. Yes,” he said simply but there was a flame burning far down in his black eyes, a hunger so vast and deep and wide it was like a huge dark ocean flowing inside him.
I leaned back, trying to make some room between us even though the granite edge of the countertop dug into my lower back. “For God’s sake, Lukas, you’re my brother.”
“Which is exactly the reason why I’m the only one who can help you.” His voice was still maddeningly calm. “The only one who can make it stop hurting.”
“You’re not making any sense.” Since I couldn’t get away from him, I turned my back instead, facing the mirror. But he was right behind me, looming over me in a way I couldn’t ignore.
“I know I’m not but I can explain. First, though, you need to let me help you.”
“Why should I let you…let you do that?” I snapped, frowning at him in the mirror. “If all I need to do is relieve the pressure, I can manage myself.”
“No, you can’t,” he growled softly. “The nectar’s too thick to be pumped out manually.” He looked at me intently, catching and holding my eyes in the mirror. “But you know that, don’t you? Because you’ve already tried.”
Unfortunately, I had. There was no breast pump on the market, either manual or motorized, that could come close to drawing the syrupy, sticky honey from my breasts. The stuff Lukas had called ‘nectar.’
“Let me help you,” he said again. He was right up against me now, his broad chest against my bare back. I could feel his body heat like a line of fire down my spine and the warm scent of his skin filled my senses.
“No,” I said, but my voice sounded uncertain, even to me. “No, I—”
“They hurt all the time, don’t they Lexie?” Reaching around me, he pulled my arms gently away from my chest, baring my over-full breasts and aching nipples. “The pain just gets worse and worse and the nectar won’t stop flowing.”
“How…how do you know about all this?” I met his eyes in the mirror. “How?”
“I just do,” he said simply. “And I’ll tell you everything. But you have to let me help you first.”
I had no idea what to do. On one hand, it was wrong—utterly and undeniably wrong—to let my big brother suck my nipples. On the other hand, he seemed to have some kind of information about the strange changes going on in my body—information I desperately needed. And my breasts and nipples did ache horribly.
Oh God, I shouldn’t do this. No way in hell should I even be considering it! But I needed to know. And even more than that, I wanted the constant, never ending pain to stop.
“Lexie?” he murmured, his large hands sliding down my arms to cup my bare breasts. His skin felt warm against mine, his fingers looked long and skillful and knowing.
“All…all right,” I whispered at last. “But not because I want you to—because it hurts. Hurts so much.”
His black eyes, which had been blazing at me from the mirror as he waited for my decision, softened immediately. “I know it hurts, Lexie,” he murmured, turning me to face him. “But that’s okay. I’m going to take all the pain away.