Chapter 13 - Sera
I should hate Luke with every fiber of my being. While I do, I like the feeling of his lips on mine too much to stop. It’s incredibly idiotic of me, but with the bond screaming at me to do something about the strain between us, I can’t help it.
The couch is soft beneath me as Luke lays me down, mouths melding together with the kind of eagerness I’ve never felt before. His hands wander, making me feel every caress, big or small. His fingers slide under my clothes, exploring and being as greedy as he wants because I’m not stopping him.
Reduced to a needier version of myself, my body is sensitive all over, causing my breath to hitch even from the slightest touch.
“You shouldn’t taste this good,” he mumbles, lightly pulling my lip between his teeth before he soothes it with his tongue, making me shudder. When he cups my breast beneath my top, he swallows the breathy sound I make, and he hums in response. “Goddamn…”
Hot all over, I hate how it feels to have clothing between us, and I pull at the fabric. “Get it off me.”
A satisfied noise crawls up his throat at that, and Luke doesn’t waste a moment. Instead, he’s pulling everything off me with such urgency that I’m bare in the blink of an eye.
My breath falters the moment Luke pulls back to peel his own shirt off, and before I can stop myself, my eyes rake up his body, taking in his painfully beautiful physique. He’s all tan, with perfect skin and chiseled muscle, and the tattoo on his hip only pulls me in more.
His lips pull faintly at the way I drink him in, then he leans back in again, capturing my mouth deeply, causing us both to moan into it. His belt clinks lightly while he continues stripping himself down with almost staggering ease.
Goosebumps rise across my skin when Luke breaks the kiss to move across my jaw and neck, almost teasing us both through barely contained self-restraint.
Surprising me, he keeps going, lips grazing a hot path down my chest, laving at my breasts before continuing. The further he goes, the tighter my core becomes in anticipation.
His hands slide to the back of my thighs, and without any prompting, he settles between them. Hovering above my heat now, I squirm at the warm air that fans against me, feeling like I could go insane at any moment.
Luke hums, leaning in to press a slow, torturous kiss against me. Something akin to deep pleasure tears through him at the way I writhe from the friction that hits me so hard, yet isn’t enough all at the same time.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear before he dives in.
I freeze from the uninterrupted contact now, sucking in a breath.
Then, I moan at the way he explores me, giving in to how good it feels.
Luke hums against me as if my pleasure is enough to satisfy him. Hearing him and feeling how he grips me so intently only exacerbates everything coursing through me.
Using his lips and tongue together, he pays attention to my every reaction, doubling down when I squirm and get louder. He takes the encouragement and runs with it, giving me more than I can take at once.
I catch the subtle grin on his face when I instinctively tighten my thighs around his head, clearly amused and pleased by the reflex. Though he keeps going, not letting up.
Eventually, as my fingers move through his loose, dirty-blonde curls, the influx of sensations is too much, and I’m gasping as I come undone for him. It hits so fast and hard that I have no choice but to let it happen, and Luke guides me through it without hesitation.
A pleasant, hazy feeling blankets me as I come down again, so caught off guard by the force behind my release. My pulse races still, and I have to focus on regaining my bearings again.
He’s on me immediately, kissing back up my body with renewed fervor as if watching me hit that tipping point triggered something wild in him. When he reaches my neck and mouths on my skin, he groans.
“Can I mark you?” Luke asks, voice rough from nothing short of unbridled need. “Please…”
The words make me pause, with just enough clarity to consider their meaning. It wouldn’t be just a bite, but a mating mark. A sign to the rest of the pack that I’ve been claimed, and anyone who dares to challenge it will face his wrath.
A voice in the back of my head is telling me no. To refuse and stop this before it goes any further.
But with him above me like this, fresh off my first orgasm from him and wanting another, I can’t deny how it makes me want him even more.
“Yes,” I say, not recognizing my voice, almost like the piece of me that’s tied to him through our connection has taken over. My fingers move to the nape of his neck while I hold his gaze.
Through the daze of his lust, I catch a similar flicker of clarity in him. “You mean it?”
“Yes.”
“I need you to mean it, mean it,” he reiterates, lips hovering above mine like he wants to give in, but knows he needs to use his head first. “This is something I can’t take back.”
“I mean it,” I tell him, grip tightening just enough to get my point across. Taking in his features, the sight of him alone is enough to set every nerve on fire. “I want it.”
Luke hesitates just long enough to give me a glimpse of the man still living inside the beast that wants to take over, but when he realizes I’m serious, he gives in.
With a hand on my thigh, he hikes it around his hip as he leans closer, lips claiming mine with such ferocity that everything in me melts.
The agonizing heat that comes with being this close to him, and feeling just how weak he is for this, makes every potential consequence fade away.
Every reason I have to hate him dissolves, and I find myself in a state I’ve never known.
He breathes a bit harder once he breaks the kiss, almost reluctantly, but with instinct bolstering him now, Luke grinds against me, making us both bite back our groans.
“I need you,” he murmurs against my cheek, deftly reaching between us until I feel him nudge against my heat. He shudders as the feeling, then moves to my neck.
My skin prickles with anticipation all the while his lips brush along my neck, pausing at my pulse point. My breath catches at the warm, wet feeling of his tongue against it, senses sent into overdrive.
Knowing he could bite at any moment puts me on edge, but at the same time, I just want him to do it. I want him to give in and give us both the pleasure that comes with it.
Luke pulls in a deep breath, drawing in my scent as he moves a bit lower. His breath fans against the junction between my neck and shoulder. “You smell so damn good to me…”
Then, without warning, his teeth sink in just enough to break skin, and my breath catches. At the same time, his hips jerk forward, taking me.
Pain scatters through my neck and shoulder in a hot flash before it eases into a surprising rush of pleasure as he sinks all the way inside me.
They meld together, and without hesitation, the bond flares in a new way.
It crashes into me, stoking something so blinding in me that I’m crying out before I even register it fully.
Luke groans against my skin, teeth withdrawing as he licks at the wound. A tremor punches through him, making him falter before regaining his bearings. He takes a shaky breath as he brushes open-mouthed kisses against my shoulder and neck.
“Fuck, Sera,” he utters, voice rough now as he slowly starts to move.
My back arches from the couch when a brutal wave of ecstasy hits me again and again, knocking the breath right from my lungs. The moans fall from my lips before I can stop them, pinned and left with no choice but to take everything he gives me. No part of me even wants him to stop.
“That’s it,” Luke murmurs, hunger evident all the while he kisses my neck and gradually builds the rhythm a bit faster. He bites back a moan of his own and focuses on his thrusts. “You’re taking me so well.”
His words make me dizzy, paired with the fresh bite, and regardless of every breath I take, the space feels so much hotter than it had been. My thighs part further as my arms wind around him, needing to hold on, and needing to be as close as physically possible.
A satisfied growl moves through him, and Luke takes that as his sign to move faster.
Each time he fills me again, it’s even more overwhelming than the last, and by now, I don’t care about anything but the pleasure and the release we’re moving toward.
Something in me wants to stay lucid and in control, but the longer he indulges us in everything we’ve been resisting, the less I care.
Luke thrusts with such precision and incredible focus on guiding me through this with him, hitting every perfect place inside me as if he had known me forever. As if he is so intimately aware of me that he’s almost programmed to give me this.
When my thighs start to tremble, and I grip him harder, he murmurs against my neck, “Don’t hold back on me…let go.”
He says it like he knows just how close I am, even before I do, and somehow, he does.
The roughness of his voice and the force behind his movements pull the tingly feeling into my lower gut and crash into me.
A loud, breathless cry leaves me as I clamp around him, pulled away from the cushions beneath us as I arch. With his arm beneath my back, we press together completely while I fall apart, seeing only the bright light of our connection in my mind.
“Shit, Sera—”
I vaguely feel as Luke falters, his hips losing their rhythm before he pushes himself in deep and erupts. He grunts into my neck with a low sound in the back of his throat while he tightens his hold on me and falls over the edge right after.
He’s everywhere at once in the haze of the aftermath, body caging around me while he slowly comes down again, breath light against my skin. I feel every point of contact now, like every sense has heightened beyond the norm.
Something changes in him immediately as his heart slows to its normal beat, and with the need sated, Luke presses his cheek against my shoulder, lingering there like he can’t stand the thought of leaving the mark alone.
The ache of it is faint but enough of a reminder through the fog, and while the realization settles in somewhere deep within me, my inner wolf is too satisfied to care. Too blissed out by the connection snapping fully into place.
I should be furious at him and myself for giving in to the bond’s allure. I should be running as far away as I possibly can while condemning the bond.
But all I can do is focus on the surprisingly gentle kisses Luke presses against my shoulder, avoiding the bite to not aggravate it more. He almost nurses it like something sacred, because in truth, it is.
He has claimed me completely, and the fact that I don’t despise it terrifies me the most.