Chapter 21
I lay across the bed on my belly, scrolling through the cell phone I’d refused to open before today.
I hadn’t seen Lucian all morning, and I hated to admit how much that made me antsy.
The night he’d begged me to stay ran through my mind.
As did how he handled the Verity situation, so I’d come to the decision to stay—for now.
And now that the decision was made, all sorts of questions infiltrated.
Had he changed his mind? Was he still in his office? Did he regret making himself vulnerable?
All silly, intrusive thoughts, but I couldn’t shake them.
My still-damp hair dripped onto the screen.
I swiped it on the comforter and set it on the nightstand, then rolled to my feet to shuffle down the hall toward his home office.
No way that he’d still be in there, right?
When I got home late last night after hanging out with Verity, he’d been in bed.
I’d thought he’d been asleep, but he’d turned over and tucked me to his bare chest with a groan.
Then this morning, he’d been gone. I’d tried to keep myself busy trying to make another traditional Mexican dish, but utterly failed and ended up burning the tortilla in my attempt to fry them.
I didn’t know who kept the fridge stocked since Samantha had taken time to rest, rightfully so, but it was always packed with fresh essentials.
My slippers scraped across the floor, and I hesitated in front of the door at the top of the stairs—Lucian’s office. I pressed my ear to the surface, but couldn’t hear anything.
Stop being such a pussy, Josephine.
I rapped my knuckles on the surface.
“Josephine?” he called, voice muffled. I opened the door a smidgen and entered, trying to be nonchalant, but I couldn’t help the anxiety eating up my stomach. A single lamp shone golden light across the room.
Just days ago, he’d fucked me so good, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Well, he fucked me good every time, but I craved him more and more. I’d thought this hunger would simmer, but nope.
“Are you coming to bed?” I hated the disgruntlement in my tone, but I was itchy for his touch.
His lips twitched, and he leaned back, the umber leather chair creaking.
“I’m just finishing up the budgeting plan.”
“Will you really give Drake that land?”
“Yes,” he replied and closed the laptop, scooting it to the edge of the desk. “Come here.” He patted his lap. I didn’t need any more prompting.
With quickness, I perched on his thigh, taking care not to knock into his cast.
“There’s something else I want to talk about.” I licked my lips, meeting his eyes. He waited, silent. “I’m going back to work next week,” I blurted, figuring it was best to get this out of the way.
Lucian’s eyebrow twitched the slightest bit, and his hand settled on my waist.
“Is that right?” he said huskily. The little touches against my waist were starting the tingling sensation again.
Vanilla filled my nose.
“Yeah,” I breathed, swaying toward his neck to inhale more of him, and set my hand on his chest. The top of his unbuttoned shirt allowed me a sliver of his skin. I took advantage and slid my fingers into the parted fabric.
He was so warm. I shivered and met his eyes, a tiny bit lower than mine since I was on his lap.
“I really like how you feel,” I murmured. With little twists, I undid more of his buttons, exposing his pale, muscled skin.
Lucian groaned, watching me through slitted eyes. I licked my lips, refocusing on opening his shirt. I reached the last button, and his shirt fell wide. Humming, I dragged my fingertips over the muscle. Goose bumps raised across his flesh, and I sank my teeth into my lower lip.
Fuck, he’s so hot .
I reached his nipple and brushed my finger across it, then continued to his neck. His eyes were focused on his claiming bite.
I’d been wanting to look at my bite on him, too. I grabbed his hand and rolled his sleeve up to his elbow. I turned his arm. My bite had become a pinkish blush on his skin. I brushed my fingers against it, and he shuddered.
His hand lifted and rested over my neck, thumb settling under my jaw to turn my chin up to him. The graze of his hand against my mark flared my lust to desperation, making me gasp.
Lucian claimed my lips, his tongue curling around mine as he possessed my mouth.
I grazed my teeth against his lower lip, and he grunted. His hand on my waist stiffened, and he pulled back with a sharp exhale.
“Does it feel good to you, too?” I whispered.
Every time he touched my mark, it caused shivers to explode down my spine.
His mark had become a pleasure spot. Instead of answering, he stood.
I yelped from the suddenness, scrabbling to hold the swinging edges of his shirt, but I didn’t need to worry; his arm slid under my ass, and he hoisted me onto the edge of the desk.
“Lie back,” he ordered gruffly. The huskiness in his voice made my core clench. “I need to taste my mate.”
He turned me on so easily.
“Don’t hurt your leg?—"
Lucian spread my thighs so quickly, his movement took me by surprise.
I gawked down at him, wide-eyed and breathless.
He hovered over my pelvis, and his shoulders rippled.
The next thing I knew, he shoved his finger into my sex.
I gasped, my hips arching toward the pressure. They shoved even deeper.
“I hate you.” My whisper turned into a moan. He pressed his lips against my belly and, keeping his eyes on mine, he ran his lips over my pelvis and sucked my clit into his mouth. I cried out, and the pressure lessened as he pulled back.
“Hate me for as long as you want, Princess, but hate me while your thighs shake around my head.” Lucian lowered again and rolled the bundle of nerves between his lips, his tongue flicking against the aching flesh.
I couldn’t stop trembling. In a swift move, he curved his fingers up, pushing them deeper inside my channel.
Every one of his moves made me crazy. I whimpered, my hips moving with little pulses. He rubbed against my G-spot, ripping a scream from my throat.
“Good girl.” He lifted his head and murmured, “I love your needy little sounds.”
I panted, getting a break from the intense pleasure. With my eyelids drooping, I watched him savor me like a wolf feeding on their first hunt.
He rubbed his fingertips along the entrance of my pussy.
“So beautiful,” he groaned. He dipped his head and shoved his tongue deep in my channel. My hips lifted toward his mouth from the suddenness, and I squeezed my eyes tight.
He plunged his tongue deep inside.
“This pussy is mine. It will always be mine.”
Another finger thrust, and I screamed, my spine arching off the desk. My hands knocked into a stapler, but I didn’t pay it any more attention; the pleasure licking up my spine was too good.
“Lucian,” I moaned.
“Yes, my mate?” His lips moved against my sex. I shivered, undone by his voice. I couldn’t get a word out because he rubbed his tongue against my clit, simultaneously thrusting his finger.
Sensation rippled down my spine. I couldn’t stop my noises, everything felt heightened and intense.
“Scream for me, Princess.” He curved his finger, and the orgasm collided with my body. I cinched my eyes tightly shut. Through the buzzing in my ears, my mewls were audible, but he didn’t take pity on me, instead shoving a third finger inside me, the fit even tighter.
I floated downward, my body still seizing on his desk. “I love when you squirt for me.”
My stomach clenched from his words, and a tremble wracked my frame. I could no longer keep my head up, so I let it roll from side to side against the wood.
Lucian continued licking me, forcing me to twitch with every glide of his tongue. To keep my legs still, his hands settled on my knees, widening them until the joint pinched. He rendered me immobile.
“My mate has such a pretty pussy.” I could only whimper. “And it’s all mine.”
I hated how madly he made me want him.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered, arching my hips up to his mouth.
Lucian hummed, his tongue dragging up my slit in a slow, teasing glide. The asshole was doing it on purpose.
“In time, precious mate, in time.”
He scissored two fingers inside my core.
I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to fill my lungs with air.