Page 44 of Forsaken Desire
His chest expanded against my back, and a half-growl, half-groan vibrated his chest.
“You have me. Always, Princess.” His hands left my breasts sitting on the cups of my bra in a lewd, propped manner. Lucian slid his hands down, oh so slowly, and one left my body.
In the same quick movement, he dragged down my new panties, exposing my ass to the cool air. The tips of his fingers trailed over the swell and down the cleft. I gasped at the graze past my ass. He groaned.
“I’ll make every part of you mine, Josephine,” he murmured in my ear. Without allowing me a breath, his finger curled, and he slid it into my pussy.
I cried out, my spine arching to get more of his digit inside me. My hands slapped on the glass, and I pushed against it to grind back into his fingers. Lucian rubbed the pad of his finger against the wall of my core, while his thumb curved up to press against my clit. I jolted like I’d been electrocuted, but that didn’t stop him.
My breath fogged against the pane. The heat of the puff barely had time to disappear when I was moaning my next. I shook, my hands splaying against the glass. The shaking of my legs worsened, forcing his arm to brace me around the waist. I couldn’t stop the collision. The gentle rub of his fingers didn’t slow.
“My precious mate,” he rumbled. “Come for me again.”
He shoved his fingers deeper, and I screamed, my body stiffening. He worked another finger inside me and growled. The low intonation reached through me and pulled free another throbbing release. I twitched against him.
“Good mate,” he praised. Thesquelchof his fingers thrusting inside me told me just how wet I was.
He pulled out, and I went limp against him, the back of my head rolling against his chest. Through half-lidded eyes, Iwatched him lift his hands to his lips. My need glistened on his fingers, and he sucked them clean with a moan.
My channel throbbed like he’d touched me.We are going to be so late.
16
The opulence of the ballroom was breathtaking. The floors were so pristine, the overhead chandeliers reflected off the shiny granite surface. I walked beside Lucian, squeezing his arm with a death grip, while I squeezed my little handbag between my arm and side.
“I have you, Josephine,” he murmured, and his hand settled over the mine holding his formerly neatly pressed sleeve.
“You’re sure I can be here?” The vulnerability in my voice was almost embarrassing, but I kept my spine poker-straight.
“You can be wherever you please.”
The soft words bloomed in my stomach. I inhaled, taking in his sweet smell. The warmth in my chest pulsed, and it was enough to calm my nerves. He guided me to the left of the extravagant ballroom. Round tables were decorated with linen cloths, and plates were set up on the surface. People in beautiful, luxurious clothing filled the seats, chattering and clinking their flutes as they laughed with abandon.
I didn’t miss the way Lucian attracted attention. I straightened my shoulders, stiffening my grip on his arm. So many of them.
A growl built in my throat, but I worked to swallow it. They could want all they wanted, but he was mine.
I lifted my chin and peeked at him from the corner of my eyes. He watched me with a smile playing along his lips. Had he seen my mini freak-out? I quickly averted my eyes. Just in time for us to stride up to a table with five other people. I stopped next to him, behind two empty linen-wrapped chairs.
With a quick scan, I took in two pairs of an older couple and . . . Cierra. I couldn’t stop myself from stiffening.
“What isshedoing here?” he snapped.
The elegant woman sitting to the right of Cierra stared haughtily, the diamond studs in her ears and the necklace catching the light. The facets of the stones glittered with her every breath. She even had them in her neatly coiffed hair. Cierra was just as elegant in a sleek red dress, the color so vibrant it made me want to slide into a hole in the floor.
“I could ask you the same question, Lucian,” the older woman murmured, her gaze pointedly staring me down.
My grip slipped from Lucian’s arm, and I smoothed my palms against the silk of my black slip dress.
Lucian’s upper lip twitched, nearing a sneer.
“You know what you’ve done,” was all he said, and his eyes seemed void of everything. The older woman stiffened, visibly.
“What is all this tension between mother and son?”Mother?!
A heavy-set man on the seat one over from where Lucian stood said. His grin was wide, and food peeked from the crevice of his two middle teeth.
“David,” Lucian said, more relaxed as he turned away from his mother. An easy smile spread across his lips, but I could tell he was anything but calm. Anger vibrated off him, but the human’s lack of wolf senses meant they weren’t in tune to the supernatural. At least not this human. Some were more sensitiveand open to energy. Lucian finished shaking his hand, and his arm went around my back, his palm splaying at my side.
