Page 55 of Forsaken Desire
“I’ll get my shoes.” I licked my lips. “If you can give me a ride to my apartment?—”
“No,” he snarled, pulling back to look up at me. The moonlight caught his eyes, making them reflect like our wolf form. I licked my lips, half-kneeling on the couch. He gripped my wrists with one hand, yanking me down until I was bent with my face a few inches from his. “What are you talking about?”
Alcohol wafted from his breath, and his red-rimmed eyes held a glaze I’d never seen.
“You changed your mind, it’s okay. If we reject the bond?—”
He surged toward me, grabbing me abruptly and tossing me on my back. I reeled, landing flat on the couch. Lucian crawled over me, pressing his into my body until his hips nestledbetween my legs. “You are mine. There are not going to be any rejections.”
I blinked up at his angry growl. He wasn’t in his right mind, and was probably not actually processing what I was saying.
“I don’t think we should be having this conversation while you’re drunk,” I said wryly. I tried to push off the couch, but didn’t even lift my shoulders. I peeked up at Lucian’s crazed eyes. He looked . . . livid. Like he might choke me out.
I stiffened, preparing for anything.
True fear struck my gut.
“You aren’t leaving.”
“Okay, okay,” I replied quietly, reaching up and rubbing my fingertips along his smooth cheek. The change came over him immediately, and my shoulders relaxed. I didn’t think he would hurt me, but my instincts screameddanger. “I was just giving you another out, in case you’d changed your mind.”
I wiggled my leg a little higher, bending my knee. The adjustment placed him heavier on my sex. His hips ground down, and his torso pressed between my legs. My lips parted with a soft moan. Red bloomed across the bridge of his nose. His eyelids lowered, blocking his eyes as he studied me through his thick eyelashes.
He leaned down until his lips played along my lips. His unique vanilla-based scent mingled with whiskey.
“I need to taste you,” he whispered. He propped himself on his hands and slowly inched lower. Good thing he had a big couch. The cushion dipped and swayed under his weight. With his long reach, he slowly popped the buttons of his shirt with quick flicks, all the way to the end. As soon as he finished, he stretched his arm up and, using his index finger, slipped his fingers along my sternum, parting the fabric. The pad of his finger raised goose bumps in its path. I panted through parted lips, not able to contain the utter desire firing through my veins,but I couldn’t move. His touch was an addiction, and I never wanted to be without it.
He slid his fingers lower and lower, passing my hip bone.
Still, I didn’t move.
He spread my legs, and coolness wafted against my needy sex.
“My wet mate,” he praised huskily. With his tongue, he ran it the length of my slit. I groaned, and when he swirled his tongue around my clit, my body stiffened, arching up off the couch. His hands under my thighs curved higher so he braced the bottom of my legs and his hands wound up and around my hips, thumbs settling onto my hip bones. The move restricted me.
He ran his tongue along my entrance, stopping midway to thrust his tongue into my channel, wringing a scream from me. The invasion was delicious and maddening. He settled into a rhythm, slow and steady with each lick. He moaned against me. I could feel the vibrations send spikes of pleasure down to my toes. Gasps and moans fell from my lips, and it felt too good to be embarrassed.
“Lucian,” I whimpered, desperately trying to move. He stiffened his grip on my hips. I reached for his hair, grabbing him and pushing down with desperation. He kept the pace of his tongue, gliding in and out, refusing to go any faster. My legs trembled, an orgasm building. All my senses hyper-focused, pinpointing on the sensation against my sex.
This is too good—how is he real?—
Fucking shit.
The release slammed into me with the force of a freight train. I screamed so loud my hearing rang. I wasn’t sure how long I twitched under the possession of his mouth.
When I could finally breathe and make sense of things, my head drooped to the side. He continued licking me through the aftershocks until my belly hurt from flexing.
He lifted his head, and my juices glinted on his mouth. My channel flexed, wanting him—now.
“Myperfect mate,” he crooned.
He was so fucking sexy staring up at me with his hair a mess, strands laying across his forehead while his beautiful eyes glinted.
“Lucian,” I breathed.
His tongue swiped across his lower lip.
“Your pussy tastes perfect,” he growled. He climbed up my body until his face hovered over mine. That left his cock prodding against my inner thigh since he was too tall to line up with my sex.
