Lucas's hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
There's heat in his eyes. Golden flas flicker in their depths, reflecting the fire burning between us. I shiver as he teases his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt, a shudder that starts deep in my core and ripples outward.
His hands slide up my stomach, burning trails of need across my skin. "You didn't answer my question, Luna."
His fingers brush under my breasts, never quite touching what I need. I arch forward with a gasp. "Wh-what question?"
"Are you sure you aren't doing this on purpose?" My nipples peak beneath his teasing.
"I'm not—Lucas…" My plea is breathless, and he chuckles.
"What do you want, Luna?" Again, the way my thighs clench and desire pulses between my legs when he calls that. Shit. I'm drenched.
His lips brush my ear, nipping at my earlobe, sending another shock of need through . "Do you want to breed you, Luna?"
My entire body goes up in flas.
Ava, calm down, Selene says, sounding amused. You're going to pass out from sensory overload at this rate.
You're not helping, I snap back at her, my body bucking involuntarily as Lucas continues his relentless torture, teasing and tornting with his fingers. My nipples are pinched and rolled, tugged and fondled, until they're swollen and aching for more.
"No answer?" he murmurs, nipping at my neck. His hands press against my breasts, squeezing hard, before trailing lower. "What do you want, my sweet little mate?"
"I... I want..."
I can't finish the sentence. His fingers slip under the waistband of my jeans and under the elastic band of my panties, sliding lower.
Teasing.
Tornting.
I'm burning up, panting, desperate for more.
"Take your clothes off, Luna. I need to feel your skin against mine." His voice is ragged, controlling, dominating.
And I obey. Because I can't do anything else. I'm putty in his hands, a slave to his touch.
He growls as I stand, throwing my shirt to the floor. My hands shake as I unbutton my jeans, sliding them off.
He doesn't let get my underwear off before he spins around and yanks against him. His chest is warm against my back as he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "Your scent," he mutters, his voice hoarse. "It's driving insane."
His hands slide down my body, gripping my hips and pulling back against the hard length of him. "Please," I breathe, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore.
His teeth scrape my shoulder, sending another shock of pleasure through . "Please what, Luna? Fill you? Stretch you? Make you scream?"
"Yes, yes." I nod frantically. "All of that."
Lucas growls, a deep, primal sound. It reverberates through his chest, through . My entire body is buzzing now, hypersensitive to his every touch.
His fingers slip between my legs again.
"You like that, Luna?" He sucks a mark onto my neck, his fingers gliding over my most intimate spot.
More! I want to scream it at him, but the words won't co out, overwheld by pleasure.
"Say it, Luna. Tell what you want." He slides my legs further open, hooking them outside of his. A finger teases the opening of my vagina, making obscene sounds as he slides a finger in, then out.
It should be disgusting, but it just makes shake uncontrollably. "More."
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back. "Anything for you, Luna. But I want to hear you beg."
Beg? I can barely form words anymore. I'm a ss of need, desperate for release, for him. "Please," I gasp. "Lucas, please."
His fingers slide away, leaving empty, aching. My hands fly to my breasts, trying to relieve so of the pressure building inside .
"Not good enough," he growls. "Get on your knees and beg your Alpha to breed you, little Luna."
It's as if his words are a match to the tinderbox of my body. When he says "breed", desire pools between my legs, soaking the thin fabric of my underwear.
I slide off his lap, hearing a rumble of satisfaction as he slaps my ass.
Fuck. Why is that hot? That shouldn't be hot.
Turning, I kneel and reach out to tug his shirt out of his waistband. He grabs my wrist, and I still, raising my eyes to et his.
Hungry. Hot. Absolutely feral.
The way his jaw is clenched—he's holding himself back.
Slowly, I sink to my knees. The floor is cold, but my skin is burning.
Knowing he's watching my every move—naked as can be, while he's still fully dressed—makes every second a thrill.
This… is different.
This is not sothing we've done before.
My breath quickens, and I slide my hands up his thighs, feeling the hard muscles beneath. My body is on fire, but I don't know what to do next.
"Beg, Luna." His voice is a low growl, vibrating against my skin.
Oh. He ant that.
"Please, Alpha." My cheeks flush. I can't help but squirm, even as my vagina clenches hard. Shit. I don't know what's stronger—the embarrassnt, or how much this is turning on.
My voice is hoarse, barely recognizable as my own, but I manage to string a few more words together. "I want you. Breed . Please."
The strength I needed to let those words slip out of my mouth—it's hard to ask for what I want. It's even harder to beg for it.
"That's it, Luna. Such a good girl, aren't you?" His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back. I'm exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his rcy.
Holy. Shit.
I'm pretty sure there's a puddle beneath .
"Take my pants off, sweet Luna."
I swallow hard, hesitating for a mont, before I reach forward and hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. Unbuttoning them while being unable to lower my head is awkward, but every brush of my fingers against his cock, straining against the rough denim, has his eyes darkening.
Slowly, I tug his pants down.
"Boxers." One word. No real command. But it's obvious what he's asking.
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