Page 139 of Alpha-Ex Wedding Ruse
She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she shifted onto me, straddling my lap as she leaned in to kiss me. And just like that, everything else disappeared. There was only her. My mate. And the raw hunger clawing at me.
I kissed her, hard, before trailing to the zipper of her dress. The fabric slid down her shoulders, pooling at her waist until I eased her free of it, leaving nothing but the curve of her body and a pair of lace panties.
Normally, I would’ve been impatient. But tonight, I wanted to savor her—every sigh, every tremor. I kissed her slowly, mapping her body with my mouth, my hands caressing the swell of her breasts until she whimpered, restless.
“Luca, please,” she breathed, her voice breaking with urgency. Her skin was already flushed, trembling under my touch, though I’d barely even touched her. “Please…”
So much for savoring the moment. And truth was, I didn’t know how long I could last either.
“Fuck, Leila.” The words ripped from me as I stood, hauling her against me. In one motion, I carried her into her bedroom. My control snapped—I tore the last scrap of lace from her with my teeth and buried my face between her thighs.
I let my teeth graze her clit—once, twice—teasing, before I finally drew the swollen bud into my mouth and sucked hard, her taste and her cries unraveling me piece by piece.
Leila’s cries were music to my ears as I brought her to her first orgasm of the night. I could have listened forever—the soft moans, the little gasps, the way she whimpered my name as she came undone all over my mouth. Fuck, my cock throbbed with need, hardening by the second.
I pulled back, stripped off my clothes, and while she was still trembling from the aftershocks, I slid inside her.
A groan tore from my chest at the sheer bliss of how tight and wetshe was. I held still, kissing my way up her body before claiming her mouth. Only when she was gripping me like she couldn’t stand the waiting did I start to move. Slow. Not because I wanted slow—hell no. But because I wanted to tease her, to make her beg. Because nothing drove me closer to the edge than hearing Leila plead for me.
Her back arched, pulling me deeper. My restraint snapped, teetering on the edge of control.
“Luca,” she whispered, her voice shaky with need.
“Yes, baby?” I nipped at her ear, my breath ragged. “Tell me what you want.”
“Faster,” she begged, desperate. “Please…”
Oh, fuck yes. She didn’t have to ask twice. I gritted my teeth, hooked her legs around my waist, and gave her exactly what she asked for. My thrusts grew rougher, harder, slamming into her until her scream drowned out every thought in my head.
Her face—flushed, undone, beautiful—burned into my mind as I drove into her. I was right on the edge, but I needed her to cum first. My hand found her clit, stroking mercilessly, and that was it. She shattered beneath me, sobbing my name as she came. I followed a heartbeat later, groaning into her neck as my release tore through me in a hot, blinding rush.
We were still catching our breath when her phone started ringing.
She stirred, her chest rising and falling fast. “I need to take this. Valerie promised to call once Ollie boarded the bus.”
I nodded, watching her shamelessly, hungrily. My cock twitched at the sight of her bare body moving across the room. But the second she answered, her shoulders went rigid.
The change in her was instant.
“What?” I sat up, every nerve in me going taut. “What’s wrong?”
Leila turned slowly, her face drained of color, dread clouding her eyes.
“It’s Ollie,” Her voice broke as she whispered. “He’s missing.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Leila’s POV
It had been a full day.
A full day since I’d last seen my son.
A full day since Ollie was declared missing.
A full day without a single hour of sleep—for Luca or me.
When Valerie called to say Ollie was nowhere to be found, we’d bolted out of bed and raced to the school. I demanded answers from the teachers and principal, but none of them could give me anything coherent.
