Lucas
I’ve imagined this moment for a decade. Dreamed about it, fantasized about it, written it off as something that would never happen. Cara Donovan, in heat, choosing me to bond her.
And now she’s here. In the nest we built for her. Flushed and trembling, slick soaking the blankets beneath her, her scent screaming at every instinct I have. Honey and citrus gone sharp and demanding, unmistakably omega-in-heat.
Unmistakably about to be mine.
My control doesn’t shatter. It disintegrates.
I move over her and she arches up to meet me, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me down. Her mouth finds mine, hot and eager, and the taste of her short-circuits something in my brain. I kiss her back just as hard, one hand sliding into her hair, the other bracing beside her head.
She tastes like heat and honey and home. I angle her head, deepen the contact, and she whimpers against my mouth. A needy omega sound that goes straight to my cock.
Behind us, I feel Nate’s satisfaction pulse through his bond with Cara. No jealousy. No hesitation. Just fierce, possessive joy that his pack is finally becoming whole. Theo shifts beside us, his hand finding my shoulder, grounding and supportive.
Good. Because I’m done waiting.
“Off,” Cara gasps against my mouth, tugging at my shirt. “Need to feel you—” She breaks off with a whimper, another cramp hitting her. I can smell fresh slick flooding between her thighs, soaking into the blankets.
I yank my shirt over my head. Her hands are on my chest immediately, sliding over muscle, nails scraping, frantic to touch. She’s burning up, fever-hot and trembling with need.
She’s already bare beneath me, skin flushed pink from the heat. Her breasts are full and soft, nipples tight, and I cup one in my hand just to feel her gasp.
“So responsive.” I roll her nipple between my fingers, watching her face. “Every time. Heat makes you so sensitive, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” She arches into my hand, breathless. “Please, more.”
I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth. Suck hard.
She cries out, back bowing off the bed, and the scent of her arousal floods the room. My scent rises to meet hers, bergamot and sandalwood going dark, mixing with her honey-citrus until the nest smells like claiming.
I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand slides down her stomach. “I already know every inch of you,” I tell her against her skin. “Every spot that makes you gasp. Every place that makes you scream. And tonight I’m going to claim all of it.”
“Please,” she gasps, writhing beneath me. “I need... can’t wait... hurts.”
I slide down her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her hip bones, the crease of her thighs. She’s already trembling, already needy, but I’m going to be thorough. I always am.
“Lucas—” Her voice cracks when she realizes where I’m headed. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” I settle between her thighs and breathe her in. Slick and honey and heat. “I’ve been thinking about this. About tasting you while you’re in heat. While you need it this badly.”
I drag my tongue through her folds and she cries out, hips bucking off the bed. The taste of her floods my senses, sweeter than usual, richer. Heat slick. I groan against her and do it again.
“Lucas—oh god—”
I work her with my mouth, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her thighs shake. When I seal my lips around her clit and suck, she comes so hard her whole body convulses, a broken cry torn from her throat.
I don’t stop.
I ease her through the first orgasm and keep going, licking into her, fucking her with my tongue while she sobs above me. She’s so slick it’s dripping down my chin, soaking the blankets, and I can’t get enough.
“Too much,” she gasps, but her hands are fisting in my hair, holding me closer, not pushing away. “Lucas, I can’t—”
“You can.” I press two fingers inside her while my tongue works her clit, and she comes again, clenching around me, flooding my hand with fresh slick. “One more. Give me one more.”
“I can’t—please—”
But she does. When I curl my fingers and find that spot, when I suck her clit hard, she comes a third time, my name torn from her throat.
Only then do I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She’s wrecked. Flushed and trembling, tears streaming down her temples, slick everywhere.
Beautiful.
“Now,” I tell her, kissing my way back up her body, “you’re ready.”
She’s soaked. Slick coating her inner thighs, glistening between her legs, dripping onto the blankets beneath her. Her pussy is swollen and pink and clenching around nothing. More slick pulses out of her as I watch, her body aching to be filled.
“Look at you.” I drag two fingers through her folds and she keens. High and broken. “So slick.” I circle her entrance, feeling her flutter against my fingertips. She’s soaked, her body begging for what I’m about to give her.
“Yes, please.” Another cramp hits and she doubles over, whimpering. Fresh slick gushes against my hand. “Lucas, please, I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” I push two fingers inside her and she grips them tight, inner walls quivering. I need to make sure she’s ready. Make sure she can take everything I’m going to give her.
She sobs, hips bucking against my hand. “I’m ready. I’m so ready.”
“I know you think you are.” I curl my fingers, find that spot that makes her whole body jolt. “But I’m going to be thorough. That’s what I do.” I work her slowly, stretching her, and she’s so slick my fingers slide easily. Her body’s opening for me. Getting ready to take my knot.
“Yes.” Her voice breaks into a keen as I hit that spot again. “Lucas—”
“Just like that,” I murmur. She clenches hard around my fingers, responding to my voice the way she always does.
“Yes,” she begs. “Please, more.”
I add a third finger and she cries out. The stretch makes her gasp, but she takes it. Takes everything I give her. Slick floods around my hand, coating my wrist, dripping down to the blankets.
“That’s it. Take my fingers.” I fuck her with them slowly, watching her face, watching her body respond. She was made for this. Made to take an alpha’s knot. Made to take mine.
“Yes. Want your knot. Please.”
“Soon.” I curl my fingers again, press my thumb against her clit, and she breaks. Crying out, clenching, slick gushing around my hand. I work her through it, drawing out every pulse, until she’s shaking and oversensitive.
“So good,” I murmur. “So good for me. Think you can handle more?”
“Your knot,” she begs. “Please. I need your knot inside me. Need you to fill me.”
I shed my pants and settle between her thighs.
My cock is hard and aching, knot already starting to swell at the base. I drag the head through her slick folds, coating myself, making us both groan.
“Feel that?” I notch myself at her entrance. “Feel how hard I am for you? Been waiting ten years to claim you. Ten years to make you mine for real.”
“Please.” She’s beyond words now, just need.
“Look at me,” I say.
Her eyes find mine. Dark, blown wide, hazy with heat, but present. She’s here. She’s choosing this.
“I love you,” I tell her. “I’ve loved you since I was sixteen years old. I never stopped.”
Her eyes fill with tears. “I love you too. I never stopped either.”
“I know.” I flex my hips, push inside an inch, and watch her gasp. “And now I’m going to make you mine.”
I thrust home.
She cries out, sharp and loud. Pleasure, not pain. Her body was made for this, slick and ready and aching for me, and she takes every inch like she was built to fit. Hot silk grips me, pulling me deeper, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then.
“Fuck.” I hold still, buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around me. She’s gripping me like a vice. So tight. So hot and slick. I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, watching her face as I thrust back in.
“Yes.” She’s sobbing now, overwhelmed. “So full. You’re so big.”
“Yeah.” I thrust back in, deep and hard, and she cries out. “Taking me so well.”
“More,” she begs. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass. “Harder. Please.”
I stop holding back.
I drive into her hard and fast, setting a rhythm that makes the bed creak and her voice break into continuous whimpers. She’s so slick I can hear it: the obscene sounds of my cock sliding through her, the slap of skin against skin. More slick gushes around me with every thrust.
“That’s it.” I hitch her thigh higher, change the angle, hit that spot that makes her whole body jolt. She’s mine. This is mine. I pound into her relentlessly, watching her face, and something possessive and primal takes over. “Mine,” I growl against her ear. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” she gasps. “All yours. Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping.” I lean down, growl against her ear. “Going to fill you until everyone can smell me on you. Know you’ve been claimed.”
“Lucas—” Her voice breaks into a keen. “Close. I’m so close.”
“Yeah.” I reach between us, find her clit, press hard. “Come for me, Cara.”
She shatters.
Her orgasm hits like a wave, her inner walls clamping down so tight I see stars. She screams my name, loud enough that Theo definitely hears, loud enough that half of Honeyridge probably hears, and I fuck her through it, drawing out every pulse of pleasure until she’s shaking beneath me.
“Yes,” I groan. “So good.”
I pull out before my knot can catch, and she whimpers at the loss.
“Not done,” I tell her, flipping her onto her stomach. “Hands and knees.”
She scrambles to obey, presenting herself to me. Back arched, slick dripping down her thighs, pussy swollen and glistening. The sight makes something primal roar in my chest.
I grip her hips and thrust back in.
The angle is deeper this way. I can feel every flutter of her inner walls, can watch my cock disappear into her over and over. She moans into the pillows, fisting the blankets, pushing back to meet every thrust.
“Lucas...” Her voice is muffled. “So deep...”