Chapter Forty-Two
Kara
Luke simply stared at me intently, with a gaze so soft I felt like I might melt from it.
There was something vulnerable in his stance, something rare.
I might’ve feared I’d done something wrong, if not for the reverence etched so clearly on his face—turning all his hard edges into something I never wanted anyone else to see.
His voice was low, reverent. “I’ve been plagued by this very moment for so long…”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
He chuckled softly—and the sound was lovely, warm in a way that felt borrowed from another life.
“I spent years trying to decipher the look you wore in the vision. Out of the thousands of possibilities I imagined for this moment, never once did I think it would be as simple as this. You…wanting to touch me. A literal monster.”
“I don’t know what you mean about a vision,” I said. “And I don’t see you that way.” At least…not anymore. “But if you insist on calling yourself that—then fine. You’re my monster.”
I stepped closer. “Yes, Luke. You are my mate. And you’ll be mine, no matter what choice you make.”
He said nothing, but his gaze—gods, his gaze—wrapped around me like gravity. If a look could devour a person, I would have already been gone.
My heart fluttered nervously, but I said it anyway: “If I’m gone, you’ll be plagued with thoughts of me forever. And always.”
The trees rustled around us, and a gentle breeze kicked up more red leaves, swirling through the air like a dance. They brushed across my bare skin, feather-light and cool.
Luke froze. His eyes went wide as he stared at his arm. Slowly, almost cautiously, he lifted his hand into the air.
I didn’t know if I should be annoyed or concerned that he was ignoring what I’d said.
Curiosity won.
“What is it?”
He whispered, “I felt the breeze.”
Four simple words. But they hit like thunder.
Fireworks exploded inside my chest. Before I could move, he was already striding toward me, and I rushed to meet him. I brought my hands to his face and gently cupped his cheeks.
He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch like he’d been starved for it.
“Do you feel me?” I whispered.
“Faintly. Like… like my body’s been asleep. And it’s waking up.” His voice was raw, thick with awe. He gasped softly, eyes still shut, rotating his face against my palms like he couldn’t get enough.
“It’s coming back,” he whispered. Then again, louder. “It’s coming back.”
His eyes flew open. In the next breath, he was gripping the back of my head and kissing the hell out of me, or maybe into me was the better term for my mate. He groaned long and loudly as if he meant to pour his entire soul into it. Or maybe he was pulling mine out and taking it with him.
His tongue flicked into my mouth. I met him with my own, and he shuddered so hard I felt it in my spine.
His hands roamed down to my waist, gripping tightly, then slid higher. He cupped my breasts, and broke the kiss, sagging forward into me with a long, guttural groan.
“Fuck. You’re so soft.”
He was shaking much worse. Knowing he was feeling me for the first time only turned me on more. With his head against my shoulder, he slid his fingers over my clit and growled.
“Fuck.”
Luke gave me a gentle flick and made me buck. Without warning, he slipped two fingers through my dripping folds and pressed them inside. “Oh, fuck,” he said in a hoarse voice. Seeing him unravel made my pussy throb. I wanted relief, but not as much as I wanted to see his release.
I pushed my hand between us and moaned as my fingers rested on his massive erection.
“Luke,” I said. “Let me see.”
He tore at his zipper, and the button popped off. In anticipation, my stomach tightened as he freed himself.
Holy—
I wasn’t quite prepared for what I saw. Orange and red cracks appeared like veins around his enormous cock, but that wasn’t the only difference.
The slit was more pronounced while the tip was larger than any I’d ever seen on any demon or man.
Not that I had ever been adventurous enough to sleep with anyone vastly different from myself.
Pure desire mixed with desperation came alive deep within me. Hades… Luke was so completely beautiful. His beauty simply made no sense. But did it have to? Maybe it only had to make sense to me.
Suddenly, awareness hit me. Even if I faded, and the worlds belonged to him, I would be the only one to ever see him so vulnerable and honestly weak. He staggered against me as he held his cock. The sight of such a powerful man unraveling made my chest burn.
Unable to resist, I reached out and gripped his cock.
Hissing, he thrust against my palm.
He was so hot, especially in the cracks. It only took one touch, and Luke came—splattering against my stomach, breasts, legs. His release seemed endless, and I couldn’t help but watch.
It was a marvelously sexy sight to see a giant man come undone. Releasing him, I dabbed my fingers in the mess he made on my stomach and brought it to my lips.
Hades. He tasted like a burnt marshmallow.
His cock bobbed between us as he continued to spurt semen. Grabbing my leg, he urged me backward, getting on his knees while easing me to the ground. I wiggled as the ache inside me grew. Knowing that I was going to finally be filled by him made every second torturous.
Luke didn’t seem to mind the mess he made. He loomed over me, parting my legs as he moved between them. He was panting and shaking worse than he ever had before.
“Is that normal?” I asked, knowing he’d understand I was referring to the slippery mess covering me.
“No,” Luke uttered. “But I need to be inside you. You can ease me.”
Worry pinched my heart. “Are you hurting?”
“Just… need… inside you. Need relief with you.” His voice was ragged as he locked his arms on each side of me. His cock nudged against my entrance, and uncontrolled bliss blanketed me.
Immediately, a twinge of pain hit me as he slowly pushed inside. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him down. He stretched me to the max, and I felt the burn as he tried to ease into me. I needed to feel him deeper.
I moaned and shouted, “Luke, fucking thrust!”
“If you knew how I felt right now, you would appreciate my restraint. You’ll be sore later, but I refuse to tear you open.”
“We’re mates. This is meant to be. I can take you.”
“I know you can,” he groaned. “But I’ve changed again. Your body has never known me. Until we are used to each other—”
“Luke.” I locked my knees and pressed my heels into his ass. The discomfort reached an overwhelming burn that left me whimpering.
His lips grazed my ear. “Once we get past the entrance, I’ll show you how well you were made for this cock, Kara.”
The second his head slipped inside, the relief was instant.
And so was the ecstasy.
Simultaneously, we moaned as he filled me. His massive tip filled me with an intoxicating pleasure.
“See.” Luke groaned as he slowly thrust. “You were made to take me.”
My eyes rolled back. Hades, he felt so good—so incredible.
He picked up the pace and rasped, “Lips.”
I didn’t understand what he meant until he grabbed my chin.
Our lips collided greedily. I opened my mouth, and the stroke of his tongue was pure magic. I wanted to rush and steal everything I could from him. But Luke was unhurried. He took his time. Stroking my tongue, moving his lips over mine. It was like a dance. One he had waited forever to perform.
Each sweep of his cock was steady and sure. Every thrust tingled and stretched me.
He dragged his lips down my neck, peppering me with lavish kisses and tongue flicks.
I was panting and unraveling, trying to control his pace with the wildfire taking over my body.
But he was determined, so soft in his plundering of my body that tears fell down my cheeks, and the jerk stole those too, kissing them away.
If given the chance with my mate, I expected Luke to fuck me hard and roughly. But that’s not what we were doing.
“Look at me,” he barked, but the command was full of heat and need.
Our eyes met, and I stared into twin blood moons, bright with passion and awe.
I stood no chance. The orgasm rolled into me leisurely, like Luke’s gaze forced another slow dance out of me.
I clenched his cock, face burning from the sheer force of my pleasure that stretched on and on.
Then I felt his cum gush so much heavier, and the pressure of his tip seemed to change.
He groaned, his strokes becoming more languid until he kept himself deep inside with small pumps.
He collapsed beside me but didn’t pull himself free of my body. Instead, he eased me with him, so that we were lying on our sides together in the grass. Sliding strands of my hair behind my ear, he stared at me for a moment and then shut his eyes. “I never thought I would have this.”
I frowned. “Me?”
That had his lids cracking up as he smiled. “Oh, you, I knew I would have. It’s the fucking you part that I didn’t know.”
“Was that what we were doing?” I asked. “Fucking?”
He said nothing for a while as he lazily caressed my face. “You’ve given me sensations and sins before. It makes sense you would do it again.”
“I don’t understand.”
He smiled and leaned in for a breathtaking kiss, then said, “I’ll tell you later.”
We didn’t have later.
When he moved me on top of him, I realized he hadn’t softened at all. In fact, his head was thickening again, and the sudden twitch inside felt like he was spilling inside again. The twinge of pleasure that blossomed inside me when his hands settled on my hips and thrust deep had me whimpering.
“Is that a knot?” I asked as I wiggled my hips, causing us both to groan.
“On the head of my cock?” he said it more of a question himself, so I supposed he wasn’t kidding when he had changed again.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But it feels good—so good.”
“I’ll try to get it in before it swells next time,” he whispered, bringing his hands up to cup my breasts.
I wanted to lie on his chest and hide my face when I felt the emotions tugging at my chest. ‘Next time’ for him meant our last hours together, but I was thinking of all the ones we could but wouldn’t get soon.
I couldn’t even tell him I didn’t mind the pressure when he entered me for fear of my voice.
He bucked into me, grinding my clit against his pubic bone.
Pleasure ran like a wild beast inside me.
With another nudge against my hips, like he urged me to ride him, I raised my hips slightly.
The slow drag of me sliding up was a beautiful torture for both of us.
He groaned, and I moaned. His voice only thickened to more of a growl when I swallowed his cock back up when I slammed down.
Hades. There was so much of him.
I repeated the motion. Slow glide up, then quickly take him in deep. My knees were shaking. He felt marvelous beneath me.
“Beautiful.” Luke’s hands trailed up my arm to reach my face. “So painstakingly beautiful. How could I not despise beauty for so long when I feared yours?”
My skin heated as he watched me. He spent so much time turning away from me at the beginning. Now look at him. He always devoured me with his gaze. It was heady and sparked a delicious pulse at my clit.
“Don’t you think I take your cock so well?” I picked up my pace, pumping myself up and down his fat tip, making myself moan. The feeling of him stretching me was indescribable in its pleasure.
Luke’s lips parted as he panted. He never tried to hide what I could do to him, and that was a powerful high all alone. “Don’t think I forgot what you said about me being yours. If that’s the case, show me, Kitten. Show me how much.”
So, I did.