56. Lucas
56
Lucas
Kaylee lays below me, her body spent from the first round of her heat. I know it is not over though, as her pussy clenches around my knot. I will be buried inside her until I stop cumming, but it won’t be the end. Her pheromones are so strong, making my mind hazy. I know if this was under any other condition, she would suffer through her heat alone, but this one was man-made. Jordan forced her to have one so that he could claim her. But I won’t do that to her. As her mate, I will provide the sexual satisfaction her body craves, but until she tells me to, I will not mark Kaylee.
Her pussy finally stops twitching around me, and I sigh with relief. Now that she has fully passed out, my own cock will calm down and the knot will be released. All I need to do is wait. Burying my face in Kaylee’s neck, I breathe in her scent. Goddess, it is like an aphrodisiac right now, and it takes everything in me not to fuck her while she is asleep. She moans as I lick her skin, the sweet and salty taste reminding me that this is real. That I found Kaylee and saved her just in time.
My own body feels exhausted, both from fighting and from fucking my mate, and once my knot has subsided, I pull out from her. Another mewl escapes her lips when I do, and my cock stiffens again. Goddess, these will be the worst few days of my life.
Lying beside Kaylee, I hold her gently in my arms. She said she was injured earlier, and from what Carl said about her jumping out of the window from the fourth floor, I wouldn’t disbelieve it. The only thing is, I felt no broken bones when I kissed down her body. She must have healed herself in the midst of her first wave so that her body could endure the primal fucking she received. Exhausted, I close my eyes, happy to have my mate safely in my arms.
***
Moaning, my eyes open as I look around. Kaylee is no longer in my arms, but by the warmth surrounding my cock, I know just who is between my legs. Looking down the length of my body, I find Kaylee with her mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling around me as she sucks and licks it from tip to base. Her pheromones are so strong that my mind becomes hazy. My hand reaches down, and I pull her towards me. Her body falls on top of mine, her curves molding perfectly to me. I groan as her lips find my neck, biting and suckling as she spreads her legs over me.
I know this isn’t like her, that it’s her heat turning her into a mindless sex addict, and I roll us over so that she is below me. With one swift motion, my hard cock enters her, and she moans in pleasure. I knew I would have to restrain myself from marking her, but it seems she came so close to marking me without realizing it. My hands bind her wrists on either side of her as I plunge in and out of her soaking, hot pussy. It feels so good, better than anything, and I bite my lips to keep my mind from going too hazy with primal instinct.
I can feel her squeeze me as she cums, her body shaking and quivering as she cries out my name. I feel so weak as I bend forward to kiss her, claiming her lips as my tongue plunges inside her mouth. If I kiss anywhere else, I might mark her, and I know that would piss her off even more than realizing I spent her heat fucking her senseless.
She mewls against me, her body arching as she wraps her legs around me. I am not sure who is holding who anymore as I trail my kisses from her lips to her jaw, reminding myself not to kiss near her neck.
“Mark me,” she begs, shocking me as I see her tear-filled eyes. They are hazy, tinted by the flames of heat, and I feel guilty.
“Not now, baby,” I whisper the same words I said to her on her eighteenth birthday, kissing her lovingly as my thrusts slow down. I feel her hips buck, matching the slow pace, her heated skin slowly cooling. I know it’s her heat demanding to be possessed by me, her mate, but I can’t mark her. Not when she isn’t in her right mind. Instead, I pour my love for her into my actions, releasing her hands and holding her flush against me as my rough fucking becomes love-making. Her moans grow longer and louder, and I feel myself hitting a deeper part of her pussy. She comes undone again, nearly causing me to cum, but I hold off. I need to spend her energy first before I can fill her.
I can feel my knot forming, smell the drug-like infusion of her scent wanting to take control of my mind, but I fight it. I need to be the strong one, as I kiss and nip at the skin of her shoulder. She shudders, her nails digging into my back as she buries her face into my hair.
“Lucas,” she moans my name softly as her body shakes again, her third orgasm coming stronger than the last. This becomes my undoing as I thrust one last time, letting her milk my cum with her twitching walls. The knot forms again, preventing me from moving as it blocks all the cum inside her. She continues to shudder and shake, and I look to see her eyes clearing briefly.
“Thank you,” she whispers before she passes out once again underneath me. Another ten minutes pass until my second knot deflates and I pull out. I carefully position Kaylee on top of the sleeping bag before I stand and stretch. Her pheromones are starting to dissipate, but I know from class her heat could last another day, minimum, to another four, maximum. It all depends on if there is a male to help the she-wolf through it.
A loud ringing brings my attention to my pants, and I groan. It’s my aunt’s ringtone, and I know she is wondering where Kaylee and I are. With reluctance, I move to my pants and search through the pockets, finding the device. After a brief hesitation, I answer the call.
“Hi, Au—”
“Where the hell are you two?” my aunt cuts me off, her question making me sigh once again.
“We hit a snag,” I answer. I then explain what Titus and I learned from Carl, and how when we arrived at Jordan’s room, the dead man was close to raping Kaylee. Aunt Amelia takes this all in stride as I sit down beside Kaylee, brushing her blonde hair from her face and smiling when she snuggles close to my touch. She has been through so much.
“How is Kaylee handling her first heat?” my aunt asks after a brief moment of silence. My eyes linger on Kaylee’s parted lips as she sleeps comfortably, and I wonder if I should tell my aunt the truth.
“Lucas?”
“We are handling it the best we can,” I finally admit, getting a growl from my aunt.
“You took advantage of her?!” she exclaims, and I wince.
“More like she took advantage of me,” I grumble, feeling both annoyed and pleased by my confession.
“I managed to fight the haze before she marked me, but yes, I am helping her through her heat in a way only her mate can.” I can tell this isn’t the explanation my aunt wants from the long sigh she emits, but I can also feel some sort of relief with the brief pause in the call.
“I am glad you two haven’t marked each other. Kaylee would kill you if you did while she is indisposed without her consent, but we have more pressing issues to deal with.” Her voice turns from protective alpha to serious businesswoman, and I find myself holding my breath.
“What is it now?” I ask, scared to know the answer.
“Alpha Jordan didn’t target Kaylee out of the blue,” my aunt answers, a growl of anger following her words.
“We hacked into his laptop while we couldn’t reach the two of you, and learned that someone sent him Kaylee’s information.” My own growl rips through my throat and Kaylee stirs, her body curling up as she shivers. The growl abruptly ends, and I scoop her into my arms while pinning my phone between my head and shoulders.
“Who sent him the information?” I find myself asking, once Kaylee has settled comfortably in my lap.
“Your father did.”