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Until then, though... until then, I allowed myself one moment of weakness, leaning my forehead against the cool wood separating us, inhaling deeply through my nose until his scent filled every corner of my being again.

Mine. All mine.

Chapter 3

Lucas

I woke suddenly, disoriented and panting, my body burning like never before. The dream lingered, vivid and intense—an alpha, strong and dominant, claiming me roughly while I begged for more. I shook my head, trying to dispel the remnants of the fantasy, only to freeze mid-movement when reality hit me square in the chest.

Marco stood beside the bed, tall and imposing, his broad shoulders blocking out most of the moonlight streaming through the windows. Naked, hard, and staring down at me with hunger plain in his dark gaze. Fuck. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be.

"Marco..."I whispered, unsure if I wanted to ask why or beg him not to stop. My mind screamed warnings, urging caution, but my traitorous body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his presence. I shouldn't have decided that staying here was a good idea. It really wasn't. Not to mention, Kessia was probably worried sick about me.

His lips curved into a smirk, knowing full well the effect he had on me."You were calling for me, Lucas?"His voice was gravelly, sending shivers down my spine.

"I-I don't know what-"I started, only to gasp sharply as he reached out, tracing a finger along my jawline, down my neck, and further south, following the collar of my robe.

"No lies between us now,"he murmured, leaning closer, breath hot against my ear."Not when your heat calls out to me."

Heat flushed my cheeks, embarrassment warring with arousal.Damn my stupid body!But even as I cursed myself internally, I arched into his touch, craving more contact, more friction. More of him.

He chuckled softly, seemingly amused by my predicament. Then, without warning, he grasped the lapels of my robe, yanking them apart forcefully. Fabric tore easily under his strength, baring me completely to his hungry stare.

"Fuck, Lucas,"he growled appreciatively, taking in my naked form."You're beautiful."

Before I could respond, his large hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing lightly against my lower lip. Instinctively, I parted my lips, sucking gently on the pad of his thumb. His pupils dilated instantly, darkening those stormy irises.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?"He rasped, pulling his thumb free slowly, trailing saliva across my chin."Let's see how greedy you can be."

My confusion lasted only a heartbeat before understanding dawned on me. Oh god, no. No way. Not happening. Yet, my protests died unspoken as he grabbed a handful of hair at the nape of my neck, guiding me downwards, pressing my face against his throbbing erection.

The musky smell of him enveloped me, filling my nostrils and making my own cock twitch painfully. Jesus Christ, he smelled amazing. Tasted even better. Salty and sweet, all maleand dominant. I groaned, unable to hold back, lapping at the precum leaking generously from his tip. It was delicious. No point in lying to myself.

He grunted above me, pleasure clear in the sound. Encouraged, I took him deeper, swirling my tongue around his length, exploring every vein and ridge. He really tasted incredible, unlike anyone else ever had. And judging by his grip tightening in my hair, he seemed to agree.

"That's it, baby,"he urged gruffly, thrusting shallowly into my mouth."Suck me off. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

I moaned around him, loving the dirty words, the commanding tone, the way they made me feel so fucking desired, so needed. I sucked harder, bobbing my head faster, desperate to please him despite everything screaming inside me about the danger I was courting.

He fucked my mouth relentlessly, holding me steady as he set the pace, hitting the back of my throat repeatedly until tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I gagged, tried to pull away, but he held firm, forcing me to take it all.

"You can handle it, omega,"he panted, slowing slightly but not stopping entirely."Take it like a good boy."

A whimper escaped me, part protest, part plea for mercy. His response? A low laugh, followed by a sharp smack to my cheek with his free hand."None of that, Lucas. You want this; you'll take it."

Tears spilled over, rolling down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe around his thickness. God, it felt wrong yet right, humiliating yet empowering. I hated it... loved it...

He suddenly withdrew, leaving me gasping desperately for air. Before I could recover fully, though, he flipped me onto my hands and knees, positioning himself behind me. What?

"Shh,"he soothed, running a calming hand down my spine."Relax, Lucas. Let me make you feel good."

I couldn't speak when he slid two thick fingers inside me, scissoring them expertly, stretching me wide.

"Fuck!"I gasped, arching backward instinctively, chasing more of his touch. My cock leaked profusely, dribbling onto the sheets beneath me, marking them just as surely as Marco intended to mark me soon enough.

"Goddammit, Lucas,"he swore roughly, withdrawing briefly before plunging back in, adding another digit to stretch me further."You're so tight. So perfect."

Perfect? For him maybe, but certainly not for me. Or so I thought, until he curled those fingers upwards, grazing something deep within me that sent stars exploding behind my eyelids.

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