Page 53 of Fated Wolf's Redemption

Lucas’s mouth tightens. “He stood because no one else could say what he experienced.”

“He stood because if we’re right, none of this ends with survival. It ends with who we decide to become before the gate takes that choice from us.”

Lucas watches for what seems like an eternity before he speaks again. “And what do you want to become, Sophia?”

I hate that question. Because I don’t know. Because maybe I already am something I never meant to be.

But I don’t say that. I drop the bundle of glyphs on the map table and turn toward him. “I want to be the storm,” I say. “Not the one that kills. The one that clears the air.”

His eyes narrow, and there’s something in him that uncoils—something dangerous and familiar.

“Then don’t hold back,” he says. “With me. Not tonight.”

I don’t answer. I don’t need to. I move first.

A suffocating darkness swallows the hallway, each shadow a voyeuristic spectator to our every move. The lodge slumbers in a deceptive quiet as we stride toward his secluded room. I fall behind him into this intimate refuge, and as the door clicks shut with deliberate finality, the outside world vanishes altogether.No words are wasted; there is no pause—only a wildfire of heated touches and a mounting, explosive desire.

He pivots toward me, his jaw clenched with fierce resolve, eyes burning with an intensity that speaks of a thousand untold confessions. I step into his personal gravitational pull, my fingers tightening around the loose collar of his shirt, still undone from our earlier journey.

His breath stutters, a staccato rhythm caught in the turbulence of my touch as my hands set off on an audacious exploration along the hardened contours of his chest, pushing his shirt off his shoulders. They trace every scar, every battle—each faded mark a testament to his endurance and the countless times he bled and rebuilt.

I lower my mouth to one of these battle worn memories, pressing my lips against the lingering ghost of a blade’s kiss—a wound not born of my making but carrying a desperate, volatile longing I can barely contain. Beneath my touch, I feel his powerful heartbeat tearing at the qu: a relentless, vibrant pulse that refuses to be silenced.

“Let me,” I offer with a magnetic insistence that brooks no refusal.

At that, Lucas offers nothing more than a single, potent nod—the entire conversation conveyed in that subtle, wordless exchange.

His eyes devour me like a ferocious beast, and I can feel an almost burning heat erupting from his skin. He pulls back just enough, his hands trailing along my arms with a magnetic urgency as he strips me of my clothing so I am naked to his gaze. He gently cradles the back of my head as he draws me in closer. A cascade of goosebumps ignites along my skin, the reality of our primal need crashing over me like a tidal wave.

Our lips collide once more as an overwhelming passion seizes us. I moan against him, lost in the heat of his kiss while histongue boldly tangles with mine, sparking a deep, incendiary warmth that radiates to my very core. My fingers slip between us to unbuckle his belt—the soft jingle of metal punctuating the moment—as I push his jeans down, leaving him as naked as I am.

He exudes a wild, untamed essence—an intoxicating scent and taste that ignites a hunger in me I can never quench. As our kiss intensifies, his hands wander feverishly over my body, caressing every elegant curve while my own hands explore every inch of him with desperate fervor.

We break apart for only a heartbeat, lungs raw and pounding as we lock eyes. The hunger in his stare is insatiable, and I find myself yearning for that same relentless need. Gently, he takes me to his bed, his gaze tethering mine as if our souls are one. Every movement in our intimate sanctuary pulses with electrifying eroticism.

With deliberate seduction, he licks his lips before leaning over my exposed body, planting a trail of burning kisses along my skin, until his mouth finally encircles my most sensitive spot. I gasp, arching into him as my fingers clutch the sheets, each teasing flick of his tongue igniting shivers of pleasure that radiate through every nerve. Relentless and determined, he devotes himself to driving me to the edge.

Lost within the intensity of his ministrations, his tongue dances with precision along my clit. The moisture pools at my core as my thighs part instinctively, inviting him in further. I ache for that explosive release, desperate for the fulfillment that only his touch can bestow—a pleasure I've only ever dared to imagine.

Every sizzling stroke sends me spiraling closer to climax, my heart pounding wildly while my breath shatters into ragged gasps. The sound of my moans fills the room as Lucas, completely focused, continues his expert dance of desire.

Briefly, he lifts his head, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he surveys my sweat-soaked, exhilarated form. In his eyes, I catch the fiercely satisfied glint of a man who knows he is delivering ecstasy. I pull him in again, our lips fusing in a kiss of pure, passionate defiance that seals our undeniable connection.

Finally, in a voice trembling with raw need, I confess, "I want you inside me," craving the sensation of his hard, commanding cock. He arches an eyebrow, licking his lips and smiling as he aligns himself with my entrance before plunging into me with ferocious intensity. I gasp sharply at his sudden, forceful entry, each thrust igniting waves of overwhelming ecstasy.

His impressive girth fills me completely, each powerful thrust stretching me wider as he plunges deep with relentless force. He pounds into me and through it all, his eyes remain locked on mine, driving a rhythm that sends tremors of pleasure coursing through every fiber of my being. I toss my head back, gripping the rumpled sheets as my nails sink into the fabric, my composure slipping away under the mastery of his touch.

He quickens his pace—thrusting harder, faster, propelling my desire to dizzying new heights. My moans escalate into frantic gasps and cries of pure, unadulterated pleasure until I teeter on the brink of overwhelming release. In one breathtaking moment, he claims me with a fierce, animalistic passion, driving me to an orgasm so intense it shatters every expectation, before climaxing deeply inside me.

Later, I wake alone. I don’t panic. I can feel he is close. The fear that has become a constant companion is still there, curling under my ribs like it always is, but I’ve learned better than to assume distance means retreat. Not with him.

I pad barefoot down the hall, his shirt hanging off one shoulder, the air cold enough to make my skin pebble. I find him on the lower balcony, crouched low again, elbows braced on his knees.

He doesn’t hear me until I touch him.

“Lucas?” I whisper, dropping beside him.

His shoulders jerk. His mouth is open, chest heaving, like he’s been running in a nightmare. His fingers dig into the stone like he’s anchoring himself in place. He turns to me, and his eyes… they’re not their usual warm amber—they’re black. Bottomless.

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