Page 8 of Forsaken Desire
The softness in his eyes made my stomach somersault. The finely chiseled edges of his face were broad and arresting. They would claim the attention of any who walked by. His lips were expressive and incredibly seductive.
I lifted my pointer finger and rubbed it against his freshly shaven cheek. His thighs flexed, and I dropped my eyes to the towel covering him. His cock tented it. My breath left my lungs, and my mouth watered. Unequivocal lust rolled through my gut. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me flush against him, inching me higher until I was settled on the bulge.
“Tell me about you,” I asked, shy and awkward. This was a vulnerable side of me that never came out. I didn’t even know it existed.
He blinked and slowly said, “I . . .”
“Do you belong to Wilder Pack?” I cocked my head.
His lips stiffened.
“Yes,” he finally said. My shoulders immediately relaxed. If he belonged to the pack I was trying to be a part of, it meant not having to up and move to follow him elsewhere. After the years I’d had, I needed this win. I needed him.
Could he put me in contact with Cierra? Or the Alpha? It felt shameless to ask.
I wrung my hands in my lap.
“What—” Asking him for a favor didn’t sit well. Besides, Karol mentioned she would get me connected; I didn’t need to bother him about it. I also didn’t want him to think I was incapable.
“Say it.” The order was harsh and abrupt, at odds with his softer tone from before.
I tensed, immediately on edge. His exhale brushed against my cheek.
“Sorry,” he murmured and cleared his throat, and his palm smoothed down my back. He seemed genuinely shocked with his tone.
I nodded, pressing my lips together. He leaned down, and his lips caressed the shell of my ear. Immediately, I went limp as electricity spiraled to my clit. I couldn’t contain my gasp.
I really liked that.
“What were you going to say?” He continued rubbing my lower spine.
“I’m just glad I’m no longer alone.”
The corners of his eyes pinched, and suddenly he pulled me flush against his chest. All his thick, hard muscles smashing against my face. But he smelled so good. I hummed, my body melting into his.
“You will never be alone again.” His words were gruff, and they caused a throb in my heart. I’d never been so happy. I never thought I’d receive a mate. Honestly, I’d never given it a second thought after Tate briefly mentioned fateds.
At some point, the classical music tapered away until we sat in each other’s arms, just holding one another. He clasped me so tightly, it was hard to breathe, but I couldn’t peel myself away. He felt too good.
My legs remained straddling his waist, the hard bulge against the seam of my slacks.
The sound of the door clicked, and my mate stiffened. I pushed up to look over my shoulder.
“Lucian W?—”
My mate snarled so violently, it made me jump. The door slammed behind the woman frozen at the threshold. The silk robe hung off her bare, tan shoulders, giving a hint at the pushed-up breasts. I frowned. Why was she coming in uninvited . . .?
“Out,” he bit, hands tensing on my body to the point of pain.
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Iwas so stiff on top of him that my limbs ached.
My pulse elevated, and my fingers clenched around his arm. He’d groped me as I lay across the bed, trying to catch the towels. The way he’d spoken to me and touched me . . . He hadn’t known I was his mate until the bond snapped into place, but there had been no doubt he attempted to fuck me. No, not me . . .
Her.
I growled, possessiveness filtering through my veins.
