Page 59 of Forsaken Desire
Jets of cum sprayed into my mouth. I swallowed the warmth as best I could, but the volume was too much, and it spilled from the corner of my mouth. His arm had flopped onto the chair’s armrest, making it so his phone was closer to me.
“Alpha?” The low voice came through.
“Fuck,” Lucian groaned and lifted the phone back to his ear. “What?” he hissed, none of the pleasure in his tone.
Instead of pulling away, I curved my tongue around his girth, licking up every bit of cum I could.
His hand slid into my hair, and his head tipped back again. Pleasure flitted over his features. His lips parted on a harsh exhale.
I suckled his cock clean, listening to the lull of his voice as he handled another call asking something about some permit.
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Lucian stood behind me, the length of his body pressing against my ass. He was always hard when he was pushed up against me.
I took it as a compliment.
Lucian had explained and showed me around the majority of the four-thousand-square-foot house, and we ended up in the kitchen.
“You can remodel what you’d like. I’ll have my assistant get you connected to an interior designer.”
I shook my head.
“I like it as is.” After only having bare walls surrounding me for so long, the number of windows was simultaneously nice and terrifying. It would take some time to get used to, but I didn’t care what things looked like as long as I had him.
His fingertip grazed the fresh bandage on my neck.
“Does it hurt?” An underlying shame hinted through his words.
“No,” I said, not lying. Sometimes when I stretched my neck too far to either side, there was a slight pinch, but it was going away. Honestly, it was worse in the morning.
He nuzzled my ear, sniffing me. The tickle against my neck made me snort. He froze for a split second and then did it again, eliciting the laugh out.
My ass bumped against his cock and he ground against me in return.
“Lucian,” I moaned. “Mate.”
His body jerked like he’d been electrocuted. And with my next breath, he smashed me against the counter, my back to his front. His hands slid to my waist. A shiver crested down my spine. So much sensation was making my thoughts fuzzy.
The grip on my waist turned almost painful, but my body was overloaded with sensation. He drove me crazy with lust.
A whine spilled from my lips. He grunted and, with his hands on my waist, he turned me, propping me on the edge of the counter. He was so strong, and sometimes I forgot with how gently he touched me.
“Does my pretty little mate need me?” he growled against my mouth. Vanilla filled my nostrils, and I moaned, pressing myself into the kiss. I curled my tongue around his, claiming him with every flick of my tongue.
Then he stiffened and whipped around with a snarl much different than the ones coating his words.
“I apologize, Alpha,” a low voice replied. I grabbed Lucian’s stiff arm and leaned to the side to see a man with curly hair hovering near the door. “Luna.” He dipped his head at me. The title caused flutters in my stomach, just because the title meant I was Lucian’s.
“No worries.” I forced the corners of my lips up. I poked Lucian’s side. Bruno remained frozen, like a single move would have Lucian pouncing at him. “Stop,” I ordered, poking his side again. Bruno’s eyes widened. Meanwhile, I rubbed my palm against his lower back in slow glides.
The tension lining my mate slowly melted away.
“Speak, Bruno.”
Every time he looked angry, he made everyone want to flee. I squeezed his arm, and he rolled his shoulders, but that did nothing to get rid of the tense posture.
“We have everything set up for the Blood Moon, Alpha.” He cleared his throat.
