Page 21 of Forsaken Desire
This Alpha sounded like a threat, and not one I wanted to be near, but it was sounding like Cierra kept things running. I could handle her sneering and haughty personality just fine.
Tate had told me the most about the hierarchies, everything I must have known before my memory loss. All that information was new to me. Per pack, there was only one Alpha, then followed his top three dominant wolves, then it was the rest of us wolves. The neutral pack members who fell within the hierarchy within that line of dominance.
It seemed like a jumbled mess, but it wasn’t so bad when an Alpha allowed off-pack-land living like this one did.
When I got Karol alone, I would ask about her position—and Lucian! I still didn’t know where in the hierarchy he fell. Giddiness exploded in my stomach. To expel some of the restless energy working its way through my belly, I returned to the desk to line the documents in a near-orderly pile. I couldn’t wait to see my mate.
The doors behind us swung, and Ms. Zhao appeared. Her gaze settled on me.
“Go on your break, Ms. Garcia.”
“Already?” Karol asked, frowning. It seemed soon to me, too.
“Run along, child.”
I exchanged a look with Karol as I backed away from the desk. At least I could get my phone sooner than I’d anticipated.
Once I walked through the swinging doors leading to the back, I picked up my pace. Lucian might have already texted and would be waiting for my response?—
A stern grip caught my waist and yanked me through a threshold into the dark. I gasped, stiffening against the harsh tug.
7
Vanilla.
My stomach tingled, immediately sending comforting waves through my body. My mate.
Lucian’s warm chest pressed into my front, and I gasped at the tingles exploding through my gut. The bond flared to life, and fuzzy heat spiked through my chest. Being with him completed me, and even though it frightened me, I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything. Belonging to him would be the best gift I could ask for.
I smiled loopily up at him as his gaze reflected the little bit of light that spilled in from the cracked door. I’d never seen a wolf’s gaze glow this way. It was much like our ancestor wolves, except the thick membrane in our retina caused the reflection two-fold.
“What are you doing in here?” My breasts rubbed against his chest with each breath I took. Oh, my. Each graze against my nipples caused a spiral of need.
“To see you.”
He was killing me. I licked my lips and helplessly leaned forward until the tip of my nose dragged against his tweed coat. Filling my lungs with his sweetness, I pushed to my tiptoes,trying to get closer to his neck where his scent would be most potent. I couldn’t reach it; otherwise, I’d be all up in it.
“I mean, how did you get back here?” One corner of his lips lifted, and my stomach somersaulted.
“I’m capable of anything for you, Princess.”
“Oh.” I sighed, this time not managing to keep it in my head. Until that moment, the flat of his palm dragged along my spine in a rhythmic motion, then it crept down. His fingertips hooked on my skirt and slowly tugged it up, exposing my legs with each soft pull. The fabrics rubbed together, and then his hand delved under my skirt, and the hem hooked on his wrist.
“Don’t rip my leggings,” I shakily whispered, and his digits flexed around my hip, his fingertips digging into skin until it felt like they verged on splitting me open. The harsh pressure softened, and Lucian smoothed his palm up my spine. If he hadn’t held me, I would have dropped to the ground in an ungraceful puddle.
His soft chuckle reached into my stomach and released a flurry of butterflies. A whine crawled up my throat, and his movement stiffened. Holy shit, how could his laugh get me going?
His teeth ground together, the sound loud and violent within the walls of the closet. Lucian flattened his other palm and smoothed it over the swell of my hip, this time stretching into my leggings. Without the material between us, his touch was electric.
Lucian moved his fingers to where my leg met my hip, grazing over my covered, needy clit. With a curve of his finger and a turn of his wrist, he delved beneath my underwear.
I sucked in a hard breath and was unable to expel it. His fingers slid between my folds until his palm pressed against my clit, and his fingers slid into my channel. My inability to breathe became worse.
“Let that pretty pussy suck on my fingers.” His words vibrated through my core, causing a throb. “Such a drenched, good girl.”
I shuddered, taking in the praise like a flower took in sunlight. He was my center, and I orbited around him, moving and shifting depending on him.
My neck refused to keep my head up, and my forehead thumped onto his chest. I squeezed my eyes shut as my pussy did as he predicted and sucked on his fingers.
