Page 34 of Forsaken Desire
The fur in my grip receded into his flesh, and bones popped. The shift happened so fast, I didn’t see his muzzle disappearbecause the next moment, he leaned over me, his lower half pinning mine.
I’d never seen a shift, or maybe I had, but not one I remembered.
The bond between us hummed like a warmth in my chest.
Lucian buried his nose in my neck. He groaned, his shaft swelling against my leg. His vanilla scent enveloped me. I didn’t need any help getting turned on; I was already there.
The discomfort between my legs was only made worse by his thigh between them.
“Mine,” he snarled against my throat. My hips lifted for more pressure against my core. He overwhelmed my senses. I lifted my hands and speared them into his hair, not knowing if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. He rose over me and moved his hips so he nestled between my legs, causing the bottom of my dress to pool around my waist. “Mine.”
He was as much mine as I was his. He moved with jerky, violent movements and yanked down my panties.
“Lucian,” I breathed.
He shoved his finger into me.
“My mate has such a wet pussy.” His guttural words caused me to lift my hips, shoving his finger deeper.
“We shouldn’t?—”
He thrust his fingers again, working another into my channel. The pressure elevated, and I panted. He lowered his head, the front of his inky hair falling onto his forehead. He was so damn hot, even his display of violence had turned me on. Even though shifters had assimilated, at our foundation, we were originally wolves. And his action, his protection, proved he would keep me safe. A true Alpha.
He leaned down, the tip of his aristocratic nose grazing against mine. Blood stained his cheek and below his lips, but all Icould focus on was the overwhelming need fluttering deep in my belly.
Lucian curved his hand, and another finger ground against my clit. I pressed my mouth into a thin line, cutting off my scream. My spine arched off the floor. Fire blazed through my stomach, the desire so intense, I struggled to remain quiet.
“Don’t hide your moans, Princess.” Lucian chuckled: low, deep, and spine tinglingly, his fingers twisting inside me.
I couldn’t if I tried.
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He pumped his fingers inside me, sending rippling ecstasy through my veins. I whimpered, digging my fingers into his wide, bare shoulders. My hips wiggled without rhythm, moving with frantic twitches for more of his touch.
“Come for me, Princess.”
His husky voice catapulted me into a body-wracking release. Moans and cries mingled and blended. I couldn’t think past the decadent sensation. He was so utterlymine.
Mate. I clawed his skin, leaving the rasp of my nails behind.
I growled and slid my hand into his hair and bunched it. He continued shoving his fingers inside me, dragging out the aftershocks of my orgasm. I wasn’t sure how many I’d had, but finally the sensitivity became too much, and I gasped, trying to close my legs. Pointless, since his knees pushed against my thighs, keeping them wide open.
My ragged breathing reached my ears. Every muscle in my body was numb. I couldn’t move. He finally stilled and pulled his fingers out of my core.
Without taking his gaze from mine, he slipped both fingers into his mouth. Pleasure rippled over his features, his eyes thinning, and a shudder wracked his body.
“My mate’s pussy is perfect,” he murmured and leaned to kiss my forehead.
“Is that why you ran off?” I muttered, my voice sounding winded. I pushed at his chest, uselessly. By the second shove, he moved an inch, but it was enough to allow me room to scoot my clothes down. “And lied?”
I moved back a few more inches and rolled to my feet. My dress fell to cover my bare ass. The detached hand lay on the floor. I’d seen worse in prison.
All I did was shake my head and turn to the exit.
“Josephine,” he snapped. “Not another step.” I didn’t stop, widening my strides. There was too much in my head, and I needed to be alone. Lucy was collecting toys into a bin. I angled right for her.
“Can you give me a ride into town?” Lucy hugged the basket of toys.
