Chapter 37
T he dying lawn crunched under my steps as I left the back steps of the house. Lucian had been stuck in his office for a while now, so it was the perfect time for me to make a visit to the bitch before the Blood Moon tomorrow.
I met Alex’s gaze from where he leaned against the shack door. His head lolled against the wood, and his eyes popped open, settling on me.
“I don’t know if you should be here without Lucian,” he muttered and straightened. I ignored him and kept going forward. He backed away so we didn’t touch. It was kind of funny how he acted like every woman had cooties.
“I won’t be long,” was all I said and shut the creaky door behind me. The single light bulb was on, beaming over her pale roots.
I reached her in two steps and ripped off the duct tape across her mouth.
She grunted, her head falling forward with pants exploding from her lips.
“I didn’t think you had the balls to come see me.” Scraggly strands of damp hair hung near her temples.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
She huffed out a laugh.
“And what do I owe the honor to? Do you want tips on how to keep him satisfied?” she moaned exaggeratedly. “He loves lingerie.” Instant rage bubbled in my stomach, but that smug look on her face stopped it before it could spill out. I smoothed my expression.
“You weren’t successful in keeping him. Why would I come to you?” I screwed my lips into a pout.
Rage flashed through her eyes, before settling into an evil glint.
“You watched us that day, didn’t you?” she breathed. “When he came in, he wasn’t himself. He smelled of another shifter.” Her lip curled with disgust. “He kissed me with desperation and ordered me to my knees. His dick tasted so fucking good?—”
I slapped her, cutting off her disgusting words.
“It was the last time you got to have him, wasn’t it?” I made an effort to look disapproving, using every bit of force I had not to scream and satisfy this jealousy eating up my stomach. “Yet, you kept chasing after him.” I shook my head. “You have no shame or pride, huh?”
“Shut up, bitch,” she hissed.
I smiled, watching her struggle against her bindings.
“I just feel sad for you.” I clicked my tongue repeatedly. “I want you to know, I could save your life right now. I could march right inside and tell Lucian to make sure you leave the country.” I neared her face. “But I won’t,” I whispered. “Consider your death a gift from me.”
I knelt and grabbed the roll of tape.
“What are you doing—” Her words became muffled as I slapped the adhesive side to her lips and wound it around her head, making sure to catch her hair in it too.
With that, I turned on my heels toward the door. I was fuming, but I didn’t want to show her how angry I was.
I was seeing red, and my only focus was getting inside the house.
I stormed down the hall and upstairs. Finally, I reached my bedroom and opened all the fucking drawers in the wardrobe.
Bingo. There were no lingerie sets, but the matching thong and lacy bra would work.
I shucked my clothing and slid them on, then padded back into the hall, heading directly for Lucian’s office.
I shoved his door open. He lifted his head, and his eyes widened.
He lowered the glass of whiskey and frowned at me.
“What are you . . .?” I sauntered toward him, my stride wide.
I slid my fingers across the desk and then the arms of his chair. I yanked until he swiveled toward me, and I dropped to my knees between his legs. His eyes widened.
Slowly, I undid his belt and popped open the button of his jeans. With my eyes on his, I tugged down the zipper.
His shaft bobbed out, thick and hard. I gripped him. Precum rose to the tip. I leaned forward and licked it clean.
Lucian groaned, his head falling back. His pleasure did something wicked to my body. I bobbed my head lower, taking more of him.
“Yes, Princess, take my cock.” I swirled my tongue around the mushroom head and lifted, my mouth detaching with a pop.
“Yes, sir,” I teased. He growled.
I swirled my tongue and rubbed my thumb against his swelled knot.
“You’re a menace,” he croaked. I smiled around his dick and continued licking and pumping my hand. Saliva and precum slicked my palm. I forced the tip of his cock against the back of my throat.
“Fuck.” He stiffened, thigh muscles trembling.
His fingers tangled in my hair, and he panted. He shoved me down harder on his cock, his breathing quickening.
He came suddenly—hard and violently.
Cum filled my mouth, trickling from the corner of my mouth. I swallowed, rubbing his shaft with my tongue. He whimpered, and Moon, it made me so wet. I squeezed my thighs together.
I leisurely licked his cum and cleaned his shaft, peeking up at his pleasure-riddled expression.
I sat back on my heels, waiting for his breathing to calm. He finally opened his eyes.
“Is this what you like?” I waved a hand down my body. He looked so confused. “I went to speak to Cierra.”
His eyebrows furrowed, and I could almost see the cogs turning sluggishly. Awareness sparked to life, and his mouth became a thin line, and his eyes narrowed.
He cupped the bottom of my elbows and forced me to my unsteady feet. He walked into me, forcing me to stumble back. His sudden movement brought my attention to his dress shirt.
“What’s that?” I gawked at the spots of . . . blood on his pale shirt. “Let me see, Lucian,” I snapped. He didn’t stop until my ass pressed against the lip of his desk. I slid my fingers between the buttons and yanked. Buttons went flying all over the place.
My eyes dropped to the raw scrawl on his ribcage.
“What is that?” I stuttered. It was in the same spot mine was.
“My mate’s name.” With the simple phrase, his hands gripped my hips, and he forcibly turned me and pressed me flat to his desk.
“You’re going to take my knot,” he hissed into my ear. My thoughts reeled, and I couldn’t make sense of anything.
He’d tattooed my name on him . . .
It was in the same script as mine. I recognized Verity’s work.
A crinkle of a foil packet sounded. The next thing I knew, his cold, gel-covered fingers slid between the cleft of my ass.
I was still lit up with desire, so him rubbing his finger against my ass only ripped a moan from the depths of my soul. His other hand cupped the back of my neck, and he forced my cheek against the desk.
His warm shaft shoved against my ass.
“Relax,” he growled, and the order soothed my muscles.
“I don’t—Oh!” He pushed his hard shaft into my ass, sliding so deep. I sucked in a harsh breath, my limbs stiffening. He pumped deeper inside me until he fed me his knot. A sharp exhale exploded from my lips. I could no longer breathe because of the overwhelming pressure.
“You’re taking me so well,” he murmured. He withdrew his knot and glided back in with a quick pump. Our skin slapped together, the sound loud, hot, and erotic.
I squeezed the edge of the desk hard. He groaned, his hips picking up pace. My channel kept squeezing, craving to be filled, throbbing with such need.
“Lucian,” I moaned. His hand slid down my side and delved in between my legs, thrusting into my sex. I cried out, jacking my hips back to take his knot in my ass.
“Milk me, Princess,” he whispered. Fuck, his voice really did something to me. He let out a deep growl, and it shot me into a wracking release. My legs kept shaking.
His knot ballooned, the bud of my ass stretching, and my lungs struggling to inflate.
We came at the same time, a body-wracking release that made me thrash under him, cries and moans mingling together. It was perfect. So, so perfect.
His weight fell on me, and I grunted.
He stroked my side, his hand gliding in a gentle caress as I struggled to regulate my breathing.
“All I will ever want is you.” His impassioned tone reached into my chest. His voice had cracked at the end of his sentence.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against the desk surface.
“I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it, my Josephine.”
I closed my eyes and just breathed in the scent of my mate as he held me.