Chapter 31
“ I t’s too late,” I croaked, squeezing my thighs together. My pussy had begun throbbing, and the friction of pressing my legs together made me suck a breath in.
“Fuck.” Lucian strode over to the phone and dialed.
“Zhao, get the Gold Suite keycard and send Karol to the door to wait for me there.” His eyes hadn’t left mine, and even the way he looked at me made me hotter. I whimpered and braced myself against the edge of the desk.
He slammed his cell phone on the desk and crowded me, hands cupping my jaw.
“I’ll take care of you,” he vowed gruffly and kissed my forehead, already collecting me into his arms.
“I can walk,” I protested, hand on his chest to stop him.
Lucian grunted and, as if I hadn’t spoken, he swept me into his arms, striding down the hall to the elevator.
I didn’t have time to complain because all I could focus on was how good he smelled. I groaned and rested my cheek against his shirt, rubbing against it. My makeup transferred to the blue fabric.
I didn’t care; I just wanted him to walk faster, even though he was already pretty fast with his cast still on.
“Your crutch,” I muttered, but even saying it was pointless; he hadn’t been using his crutch for a while. He tried to make a show of it, trying to act like he was using it, but he’d long since ditched the thing and only carried it around to pacify me.
The surge of heat ratcheted up another notch, stealing my breath.
Soon, this aching need would become painful. I’d experienced just how debilitating it would be.
I squeezed my eyes shut, the sway of his quick stride only flaring my need more, but I kept myself still. The recognizable ding of the elevator echoed.
“Is Luna oka—” Karol sucked in a breath. “Oh, the pheromones coming off her.” She sounded breathless.
Pheromones—that was the word eluding me. That was what Alphas naturally exuded and made them extra enticing and harder to resist.
Lucian’s body tensed, a growl vibrating in his throat, and I jerked his shirt from where I bunched it.
“Sorry, Alpha. Give me one second.” A beep of the door later, there was some of shuffling.
“Stop being a dick,” I croaked with effort. Waves of heat radiated through my stomach. I whimpered, squeezing his shirt harder.
“Soon, Princess, just hold on a little longer,” he whispered. The door creaked again, and I forced my eyes open. Karol held the knob as she backed up, giving us space.
“I left the key on the counter and turned on the shower, Alpha.”
Lucian didn’t say anything and strode forward. The door shut with a loud bang, leaving us with the sounds of the falling water.
“Why the shower?” I breathed, allowing myself to sink into his embrace.
“I heard that warm water helps relax your heat,” he murmured gruffly and lowered me to the flat surface near the drain. Water cascaded onto my head and dripped down my face and into my clothes.
It immediately soothed my limbs. I moaned, tipping my head back so the droplets rained on my face. I pulled back, opening my eyes to Lucian shucking his shirt. He leaned to shove the pants off, and the hem of one pant leg caught on the cast shielding his ankle.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I wheezed, hunching into my stomach.
He growled and disappeared. While he was gone, I got to work removing my clothes. Even they felt like too much plastered against my skin. I tossed the sopping shirt outside the tub. Then I wiggled out of my pants and panties.
I turned the spout to make the water hotter. Oh, that felt good. I moaned, shivering. Lucidity crept in, and I grabbed the soap, scrubbing it all over my body.
I slid my hands over my chest, rubbing suds onto my skin. With every swipe of my fingers, pleasure rippled down my spine.
My core throbbed.
“Lucian,” I called out, more breathless and needy than I preferred.
There was a loud bang, and then he came in, chest heaving and cast gone.
“What did you do?” I muttered.
He approached, not favoring his foot, and now fully nude. “Got that shit off.” He stepped into the shower, and water pelted over his head, slicking his hair down.
His cock bounced in front of me. My mouth watered, and I reached for him without even thinking about it.
I wrapped my hand around the thick base, his knot widening the distance of my fingertips, sealing my mouth over the tip of him.
“Fuck, Josephine,” he grunted, his hips jolting forward and the water making the glide of his cock in my hand easy.
Moon, he felt so good in my palm. I moaned around him and reached down between my legs, rubbing my clit.
Pleasure rippled down my spine, and I moved my hips in a circle, grinding against my hand.
Lucian thrust and hit the back of my throat. Grunting, I breathed shallowly, trying not to gag. The urge to tongue him and taste him was much greater.
The roll of my fingers sent me into an orgasm. My teeth scraped his cock, and he growled, his fingers sliding into my hair and pulling it to force me down harder on him. His tip shoved against the back of my throat, and I moaned.
Lucian’s breath hitched, and his cock became rock hard.
“I can’t—I’m coming,” he breathed, his head dropping forward with a long moan.
I slid my hand around his knot, squeezing the pulsing flesh.
Juts of cum filled my mouth in jerks. I swallowed his bitter, addictive taste, unable to take my eyes off his and the pleasure rippling across his handsome, sharp face.
His lips were parted as he panted and he’d stepped forward so the shower no longer pelted over my head, instead spraying onto his back.
Water dripped from the tips of his hair hanging at his forehead. Cum dribbled out of the corner of my mouth, and I lifted away from his flesh, the thick cock throbbing in my hand. I licked my lips, collecting his release.
“Good, mate,” he breathed, and his thumb swiped across the crest of my cheek. He watched me with such love that it warmed my stomach.
The pulse of my clit hadn’t abated, and as soon as I focused on it, it seemed to overtake my body. I whined, the needy sound causing my mate to jerk.
“I have to be inside you,” he croaked and reached to lift me into his arms with such ease. He stepped out of the shower, with me clinging to him.
I curled my legs around his waist, grinding my sex against him, desperate for his claim.
He hissed a breath out and pressed me against the wall near the bathroom exit.
Without compunction, he slammed inside my sex.
I cried out, gripping onto his shoulders.
His next thrust reached so deep inside me that all I could do was drag in a breath.
He settled into a harsh rhythm, the slap of our flesh emphasized by the water. There was no way to explain the utter bliss crawling over my skin. His skin, his flesh, his vanilla scent, it all melded to create heaven. An orgasm crashed through me, and I screamed, grabbing at his shoulders.
Slowing the pump of his hips, he cupped the side of my jaw, dipping his mouth to mine. He claimed my lips, thrusting his tongue against mine.
“I love how your pussy grips my cock,” he moaned into my mouth. As if making a point, my channel clenched, forcing him to grunt. He pulled back his hips, his knot popping out of me. He didn’t leave me wanting, slamming into me again.
I could have never imagined such bliss. It was like I’d taken a drug to enhance every nerve ending. Another orgasm wracked my frame, and I clawed his skin, my nails leaving red welts. Lucian shivered, arms gripping me even tighter.
He slammed his knot inside me and stilled. I ground down, twisting my hips in a circle. Pleasure rippled along my spine.
“Oh,” I gasped.
“My Princess loves being fucked,” he murmured, too satisfied, but I couldn’t even smack at him; I was too busy trying to get him to thrust.
His hands settled on my ass, and he propped me against his cock, my cheek thumping against his chest as he strode out of the bathroom.
Moving my hips with restless twitches, I whimpered.
“Shh, mate,” he whispered, and his face hovered over mine as he lowered me onto the bed. He straightened, hands resting on my knees to widen them, still seated inside me. His head fell back, and he pumped his hips.
I panted, watching the veins straining in his neck. His utter bliss was more sexy than anything I’d ever seen.
My sex clamped onto him, squeezing repeatedly in another release. The pleasure was unreal, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Moans spilled from his lips.
“Yes, Princess, clasp me just like that,” he breathed. His thrusts slowed, and he pulled out, taking his knot away so suddenly it made me ache. I gripped the bed sheets, but before I could complain, he came all over my stomach.
His hot cum spread across my belly, the creamy liquid spreading on my skin. Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot. He gripped his cock above his knot and squeezed, releasing more cum across my sex and inner thighs.
He exhaled sharply, and his dazed eyes returned to my face.
“You undo me, Josephine.” He dropped to his knees and shoved his mouth against my need.
I pushed to my elbows, mouth open from my panting.
He moved his head side to side. The forceful shove of his tongue rubbed against my clit and pressed hard.
My hips hiked without my consent, and he forced me down to the mattress, continuing to eat me out.
A tremble started up in my legs, and he massaged his thumbs into them.
“Lucian,” I moaned. He applied more pressure to my clit, using his teeth. I screamed, my chest arching toward the sky.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or where I was. All I could focus on was Lucian and how well he took care of me. How easily he made me fall apart. My mate . . .
“I’m nowhere near close to being done with you, Princess.” He lowered his mouth to my sex again.