(Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
“What is it, little mate? Tell what you want.”
The alcohol buzzed through my system, making my inhibitions lt away like ice in sumr heat. I reached up, threading my fingers through Lucas’s dark hair, pulling his face closer to mine.
“I want you,” I whispered, my voice huskier than usual. “All of you.”
A wolfish grin spread across his face, a rare sight to see. “You’re drunk, little mate.”
I pouted, pressing my body against his. “Not that drunk. Just... brave.”
Lucas chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. “Is that what we’re calling it?”
“Mmhmm,” I humd, my hands boldly sliding under his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. The alcohol had given a confidence I’d never experienced before. “Liquid courage.”
His eyes darkened as my fingers traced the waistband of his shorts. “Hazel...”
“What?” I challenged, feeling unusually bold. “Don’t you want too?”
In answer, Lucas crashed his lips against mine, kissing with an intensity that stole my breath. His hands moved to the strings of my bikini top, tugging until the fabric fell away.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against my lips as his palms covered my breasts.
I moaned when his thumbs brushed over my nipples, arching into his touch. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
“More,” I demanded, tugging at his shirt impatiently.
Lucas pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. I drank in the sight of his sculpted chest and shoulders, marveling at how perfect he was.
“Like what you see?” he teased, noticing my stare.
“Very much,” I replied, running my hands over his chest. “Take off your shorts too.”
His eyebrows shot up at my directness, but he complied, standing to remove the rest of his clothes. When he straightened, completely naked before , I couldn’t help but stare at his impressive erection.
“Now you,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
I wiggled out of my bikini bottoms, feeling unusually uninhibited under his hungry gaze. The alcohol had banished my normal self-consciousness, replacing it with a wanton need I’d never experienced before.
Lucas rejoined on the bed, his warm body covering mine as he kissed deeply. His hands were everywhere—in my hair, caressing my breasts, sliding down my stomach to tease between my thighs.
“You’re so wet for ,” he groaned, his fingers finding my center.
I gasped as he began to stroke , my hips bucking involuntarily. “Lucas... please...”
“Please what?” he asked, circling my sensitive bud with his thumb.
“I need you inside ,” I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Lucas positioned himself between my legs, the tip of his length pressing against my entrance. But instead of pushing forward, he paused, his eyes searching mine.
“Are you sure about this? You’ve been drinking...”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “I’m sure. I want this. I want you.”
With a groan of surrender, he pushed into slowly, stretching deliciously. I moaned loudly as he filled completely, the sensation so much more intense than I rembered.
“God, Hazel,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “You feel amazing.”
He began to move, his hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that had seeing stars. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through .
“Faster,” I urged, my inhibitions completely gone. “Harder.”
Lucas complied, his pace increasing as his lips found my neck, sucking and biting at my sensitive skin. The dual sensations had climbing rapidly toward my peak.
“Am I better than her?” The question tumbled from my lips before I could stop it.
Lucas stilled for a mont, looking down at with surprise. “What?”
The alcohol loosened my tongue further. “Kira. Am I better than her?”
Understanding dawned in his eyes, followed quickly by heat. “Hazel, I told you—I never slept with her.”
“But if you had,” I persisted, rolling my hips against him impatiently. “Would I be better?”
He resud his movents, his thrusts deeper and more deliberate now. “There’s no comparison. No one could ever compare to you.”
His words sent a thrill through . I reached up, pulling his face down for a passionate kiss.
“What about the others?” I asked against his lips. “Any of them?”
Lucas growled, his pace becoming almost punishing. “There is no one else. Only you. Always you.”
The possessiveness in his voice pushed closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs tighter around him, eting his thrusts with my own.
“Tell you’re mine,” he demanded, his hand sliding between us to circle my most sensitive spot.
“I’m yours,” I gasped, pleasure building rapidly.
“Say my na,” he commanded, his fingers working magic against my flesh.
“Lucas!” I cried out, my back arching off the bed.
“Again,” he growled.
“Lucas, Lucas, Lucas!” I chanted as my climax washed over , my body convulsing with wave after wave of ecstasy.
He followed over the edge monts later, his body tensing as he groaned my na against my neck. The feeling of his release inside prolonged my own pleasure, making tremble beneath him.
We lay tangled together afterward, our breathing gradually slowing. Lucas pulled against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
“That was...” I trailed off, unable to find the right words.
“Incredible,” he finished for , pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. The alcohol still buzzed in my system, making feel pleasantly warm and uninhibited.
“Ready for round two?” I asked boldly, my hand sliding down his stomach.
Lucas’s eyes widened in surprise before darkening with renewed desire. “Already?”
“Mmhmm,” I humd, enjoying his sharp intake of breath as my fingers wrapped around him. “Unless you can’t keep up?”
He growled playfully, flipping us so I was straddling him. “Challenge accepted, little mate.”
I leaned down, trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. His hands gripped my hips as I positioned myself over him, ready to sink down onto his already hardening length.
Just as our bodies were about to join again, three sharp knocks on the door made freeze.
“Lucas? You in there?” Liam’s voice called from the other side.
“We’re looking for Hazel,” Levi added, his tone worried. “Is she with you?”
Lucas and I stared at each other, caught between frustration and amusent.
“Worst timing ever,” he muttered under his breath.
Lucas’s head fell back against the pillows with a groan of frustration that matched the disappointnt flooding through .
He then raised his voice to answer. “Give us a minute!”
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