Page 27 of Cursed Beasts

I stood there for a moment thinking about giving into my desires. What would it mean if I told him how I really felt? But what if it’s not what he wanted or I was too late?

Before I knew I was going to be mated to a Belladonna, I had always wanted a love mate. When I learned a love mate wasn’t going to happen, I shut off that part of me from ever thinking I’d have a union like that. Now that my feelings were on the table, I didn’t know how to go about this.

Why was I so emotionally stunted?

Getting myself together, I walked towards Lucien’s room with a confidence I didn’t have. Our relationship was a constant power play that I knew I might have to reignite. Once I arrived at his door, I knocked and walked in, not waiting for an answer.

Lucien walked out of his bathroom in just a towel, still wet from his bath. Rivulets of water were falling down his sculpted chest and abs, making my mouth water from the need to have him.

We stood gazing at each other, feeling the tension of the past couple of weeks settling over us. His eyes wandered over my body appreciatively, settling on the bulge I knew was increasing from the look of his perfectly chiseled body.

I wanted to throw the tray out the damn window. I didn’t need food anymore, I needed Lucien’s tight ass. Deciding that throwing the tray would be a waste, I set it by the small table that was right behind me. Lucien's gaze felt like lava on my back, burning through my insecurities, cementing that I had to trust my feelings for him.

Taking a slow breath, I turned around, walking towards him until we were just inches apart. I pulled his towel away, dropping it on the floor, seeing his breathing change and his pupils dilate. When Lucien and I were together, we were explosive. Our passion made me feel alive, and the curse felt less heavy on my shoulders.

I knelt in front of him, keeping my eyes on him, seeing his nostrils flaring while his eyes flashed gold. His wolf was pleased, but I wanted the man to be pleased as well. I grabbed his cock, stroking him with light pressure before I swirled my tongue over the head.

Lucien moaned so loud it went straight to my cock, making me rub myself through my pants as I took him in my mouth as far as I could. I kept my eyes on him, seeing him look up at the ceiling with his sharp jaw on display. Once I had a rhythm going, he looked down at me, threading his fingers through my hair, pumping into my mouth. The sight before me made me moan in appreciation.

“Goddess, your mouth is fucking incredible, A.” He pushed himself a little further into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. As much as I wanted to make this quick, I knew we needed to take our time. I took him one more time in my mouth before I popped off, standing up to meet his caramel eyes.

I grabbed his hand, leading him to the bed, sitting him down, so that I was standing over him. He stared up at me as I ran my thumb over his bottom lip before he took it in his mouth, sucking it, making my cock jerk in my pants.

“What do you want?” My voice was dark and husky.

Lucien looked young for a moment, like he didn’t know what to ask for, or maybe he was ashamed. I always ran the show regarding sex, but now I knew it had to be both of us who did this together. I wasn’t going to just get myself lost in Lucien’s body. It was time for me to open myself up and give us a chance.

“Lucien, tell me, what do you want?” I growled.

He looked away, taking a breath. I grabbed his chin and brought his gaze back to me.

“Lucien, I need you to tell me what you want. I want to try,” I said, feeling like he needed to know. “I want us.”

The moment he knew what I was talking about, he pulled me down, crashing our lips together. I groaned, missing the way we fit together. He pulled me on top of him, kissing me with all the passion we had pent up for the last couple of weeks.

“I want it hard, rough, I want—I just want you,” Lucien said, in between kisses.

“I’m yours,” I moaned, while he ran his hand over my cock. “All yours.”

He pushed me back onto the bed as he undid my pants, pulling them down to free me. I stroked myself while he took my pants off before he slapped my hand away. He grabbed my cock with firm pressure a few times before he ran his tongue from the base to my head. My hips jerked up, chasing his wicked tongue for more pleasure.

“Don’t tease me,” I panted.

“No sir.” He grinned before he took almost all of me in his mouth. The head brushing the back of his throat, almost making me come from the tight heat of his mouth. “I missed this cock.” He swirled his tongue around my head before sucking on it.

“Goddess,” I said, as a shudder of pleasure coursed through my body. I let him take me a few more times before I was about to come.

“I need you, Lucien,” I pleaded, pushing him up, capturing his lips in a kiss that I hoped conveyed my commitment to us.

“I've always needed you A.” He leaned his forehead against my own.

I held his face in between both of my hands, trying to figure out what to say to him but my moment disappeared when he pulled back to get on the bed on all fours. Seeing him on display for me gave me a swoop in my chest, eager for what was about to come.

I walked over to his dresser, opening the drawer that had oils and a few restraints in it. Grabbing a small bottle of oil, I opened it to pour some between his cheeks. I stroked up and down, letting my finger slip in a little more each time I passed his tight hole.

Lucien shuddered from my teasing as I inserted a finger then slowly brought it out. I stroked myself while I stretched him, but when he looked over his shoulder with a needy gaze. I almost exploded.

He began to wiggle his bottom from side to side impatiently. I spanked him hard on one cheek and then the other. He moaned obscenely just how I liked it. He didn’t get to be shy or worry about being loud because I needed to hear his frustration, his whimpers, and I wanted them to be only mine. I continued to stroke myself as I stood behind him, making him wait for it, letting the anticipation build.

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