Chapter 42 #2
He’s softened, and more astoundingly, he’s letting me lead. Just a little. Not by much. But he’s given up control to make me happy and we’re on my time now.
I sigh, content, as he pulls me onto his lap and his hands cup my ass. There’s little space between us and I press against him, desperate to obliterate the little that remains.
“I want you, pretty girl,” he says, mouthing my neck again. “Please don’t make me wait.”
I hum and angle my neck, silently asking him to work harder.
To earn it. I’m enjoying the sensations washing through me, each one breaking on my clit and making it ache more.
I won’t last long either, but Luke can work a little harder before I give him what he wants. Before I let him give me what I want.
“Please,” he whines and, Goddess, the man’s begging. “I need you, Nia. I want you. It’s fucking killing me to wait. My cock’s in agony. Please, Nia.”
I kiss him, deep and slow, lifting my hips. Luke holds me, positioning his cock at my entrance, waiting for me to make the next move. He’s straining, acting against his dominant nature, giving me what I need and want in this moment.
His cock presses against my entrance and I’m wet already. My pussy’s as desperate for him as he is for me, and I don’t need any more foreplay. I don’t want any more either, all I want is for Luke to fill the agonizing emptiness inside me and make me whole.
My weight drops and I gasp as Luke slides inside me. I’m in control and losing it, fucking fast. His cock is so damn perfect that I moan, no longer suffering the unbearable ache of being without him, but instead consumed by a different kind of agony.
“Goddess, you’re perfect, Nia. Fucking hell, you’re made for me.”
Luke’s thrusts aren’t as vicious as usual but they’re still perfect.
His cock slides against my wall and it hits the spot that drives me wild every goddam time.
The man knows how to fuck, and I’m down with him using every trick he knows and maybe figuring out a few new ones.
My pussy begs for more, clenching around his cock, and my hips move faster, obeying my cunt as I crave more.
“There you go, pretty girl. That’s my girl. Just let go and let it happen.”
The heat is building and I’m working harder, trying to grind and lift and bring us both closer to climax. I rest my head on Luke’s shoulder, the fire burning through me as my thighs start to ache. They’re trembling as my core tightens and I pant, getting dangerously close to orgasm.
It’s threatening to break over me.
Mine’s too close for comfort and I want this to last. I want more pleasure, more fulfillment. I want this connection with Luke and I don’t want to lose it. I whimper and moan, easing back as I step away from the edge and he laughs a little.
“Such a good girl for me.”
My insides flip and I keep moving, ignoring the protests from my legs.
He moves a little harder and his hands take some of my weight, helping to dictate my movement without controlling it.
He’s getting closer too and his thoughts drive me insane, all of me and our connection, all about the way he feels.
My fingernails dig into him and I cling on, holding back the orgasm trying to break.
“I can’t…”
He smiles. “I’ve got you, Nia. Always. Almost there, pretty girl.”
Luke moves a little harder and takes a little more of my weight.
My cunt tightens and my legs shake harder as my body heats and the pleasure builds even more.
I’m gasping and panting, moaning and mewing.
I’m lost in and with him, and I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Luke and I are together in every way that matters and we’re inseparable, merged and it’s impossible to pull us apart.
His thrusts become harder and our rhythms break simultaneously as we both lose control.
Luke chases his orgasm as I chase mine and our cries and moans grow louder as the pressure and ecstacy sweeping over us becomes overwhelming.
I shudder and shake as my orgasm breaks and he roars his release, our climaxes coinciding and colliding as we cling to each other.
“You always come for me so pretty, sweetheart.”
I pant and collapse my weight onto him as his arms hold me tightly. Luke leans back and I move with him, both of us adjusting ourselves until we’re comfortable.
He smirks and I grin back, both of us acknowledging I’m not trying to move away.
His knot’s building inside me and my pussy’s clenching around his cock, our bodies desperate to stay together.
They’ll release each other when they’re satisfied, and part of me hopes they’ll never get enough and we’ll be back here soon.
Luke throws his head back and laughs, reading my mind through our bond.
“You’re so perfect, Nia.”
I smile, warm and almost content. Almost.
A need builds inside me and it’s raw and primal, terrifyingly possessive and territorial. Luke’s neck cranes back and that bare, smooth patch of skin looks divine. It looks delicious. It looks like it’s mine.
“Go on, pretty girl. I’m all yours.”
My head lunges forward, Lyall’s teeth breaking through my mouth. My consciousness isn’t clear, a combination of she and I. We’re merged and both alive, both in control. We’re equal, and my wolf and I control this, together, in perfect harmony.
I squeal as our teeth pierce his skin and a pure white light explodes inside me.
The shell containing me shatters and I crumble, my wolf and I destroyed and released, caged and set free in a single moment that consumes us.
There’s pressure and force, heat and fire – and it’s the same as when Lawson marked me, but it’s entirely different.
I scream for Luke as Lyall calls Lawson, and the pain of our binding mingles with the pleasure of finding them. There’s chaos and carnage, a collision of souls that sweeps us into a hurricane, sending us spiraling through the darkness and the light.
“There you are, Nia,” Luke whispers, his voice the calm, safe sound of home. “Reach for me and I’ll catch you, sweetheart. Always.”
My soul sighs and leaps, unafraid and unhindered.
The winds blow harder as the storm tears our worlds apart and my heart beats with Luke’s, for him and next to him.
Our wolves howl and run rampant, playing in the bedlam we’ve unleashed and my soul twirls, pirouetting as the wind sweeps through my hair and delighting as it dances with Luke.
For him too. As he dances for and with me.