“That’s it, love, open up for me.” Lucas growled and ran his tongue around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. “Damn, you’re delicious.”
He curled his finger inside her pussy just as he sucked on her clit, and she yelled out, arching her back into the air.
Lucas moaned, and she could feel the vibrations against her clit, her core clenched, and she unclenched her hands from the comforter and ran one through his hair.
Lucas inserted a second finger in her pussy, and she ground her hips into his face. “Lucas, my god.”
“Yes, love. I’ll be your god. But you can’t come yet. I’m not ready.” Lucas’s demanding voice floated across her body, and her nipples tightened. No. No. He couldn’t say shit like that. It was so sexy; it made it even harder for her to hold on.
He pulled his fingers out and then pushed them back in, getting faster and faster. Her breath matched the rhythm of his fingers, then his tongue flicked her clit in tune. Fingers in, lick, fingers out, lick, her body tightened, and she ran her free hand up her belly to cup her breast. Lucas’s eyes found hers and watched as she tugged on her nipple. “I’m so close, Lucas.”
He lifted his head slightly. “Let go, baby. Come on my face.” His hot breath on her clit sent her over the edge. He quickly pulled his fingers out and licked her slit, catching every drop from her body.
A few moments later, she realized he was still between her thighs, but he was gloriously naked. His tongue was gently moving up her slit and around her clit and back down.
“Please, I want to feel you inside me. Don’t make me wait.” Emma was desperate, she craved the connection to him.
He rose onto his knees and kissed his way up her stomach, and stopped at her breasts. “I neglected these beauties tonight. Next time I promise to start there.”
Lucas ran his mouth across the peak of one of her breasts and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and twirling his tongue around it. Then ran his tongue across her body to the other breast and repeated the action.
Emma wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, she could feel his cock brushing against her lips, and she wanted him inside.
“Okay, love.”
Lucas leaned on his knees and ran his hands along her thighs to her ankles and pulled them up and over his shoulders. He gently rubbed the tip of his cock against her slick heat. “So wet.”
He leaned forward, slowly pushing inside her. She could feel every inch of him as he stretched her. “God, Lucas. You feel so good.”
“Good, now hold on.” Lucas grabbed her hips and pulled out and then slammed his hips back into her. She yelled as his cock sank deep inside her.
“Oh, my…yes!”
Lucas pulled out and pushed in, slowly, then faster, back and forth, never letting her figure out the rhythm, keeping her body on the threshold. His right hand moved across her hip, and he flicked her clit, “Come with me, baby.”
One more caress across her clit, and she splintered, yelling out his name. He tensed against her body, and she loved knowing he was inside her.
After a moment, she relaxed, and he dropped on top of her, holding himself up on his elbows.
Lucas pulled the comforter and sheet down the bed, set her on the mattress and pulled the cover over her. She watched as he walked to the door and flipped the lock, then turned off the lightson his way to the bed. She loved watching the play of muscles under his skin as he moved; his taut ass as it flexed with each step. Drool pooled in her mouth; he was gorgeous and all hers.
He climbed into the bed and under the covers, then pulled her close. “Sleep, my love. Tomorrow we can talk more.”
TWENTY-FIVE
The pride gathering the next morning was predictably tense. Elder shifters filled Lucas’s private conference room, the weight of their presence was nearly suffocating, their energy bristling and electric as if a storm were brewing within the room.
Lucas stood at the head of the room, his broad shoulders taut with tension. His golden eyes scanned the faces before him—trusted allies, uncertain colleagues, and one or two whose loyalty he couldn’t yet gauge.
Sofia sat to his right, her posture rigid, every bit the steadfast supporter. Elder Noelle occupied a seat near the center, her calm presence a welcome balm to the heated emotions brewing in the room. Elder Conley was off to the side, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Victor leaned against the wall, ever watchful, while Lucas’s mother, Iris, sat quietly, her face pinched with worry.
Emma lingered near the back, uncharacteristically silent. Though she was his mate and had every right to speak, her presence here as a human scientist made her an outsider as far as the council was concerned. Still, her mind was sharp, and Lucas knew she’d intervene if she had something critical to say.
Lucas cleared his throat, the deep rumble commanding attention. “Malcolm’s attack was a calculated move. He wasn’t just trying to destroy the lab. This was about destabilizing us—our pride, our future, and the work Dr. Greene has been doing to ensure it continues.”
Elder Conley stood. “Concerning Dr. Greene, before we discuss what happened yesterday, I’d like to know further what she’s doing and what she’s found to incite one of our own to rebel in such a violent way.”
Lucas gestured for Emma to come forward. She walked through the elders and counselors with her head held high. He cat yowled with pride. Their mate was amazing.