Chapter 34 #3
His grip tightens on my hip as his thrusts grow harder, deeper. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. He leans over me, chest pressing against my back, mouth close to my ear.
“Look at your face,” he murmurs, the dominance clear in his tone. “See what you become when I’m deep inside you.”
Lucas’s pace picks up steadily, each thrust now powerful and deliberate. The dressing table creaks under us as he drives into me harder, forcing my body to take every inch. His hand stays tangled in my hair, keeping my head lifted so I can’t escape the mirror.
“Fuck, Sienna,” he groans, voice low and gravelly. “Feel how deep I am? This tight pussy was made for me.”
I moan loudly as he angles his hips and hits a spot that makes sparks explode behind my eyes. My fingers curl against the wooden surface, knuckles turning white.
“Don’t look away,” he commands, his breath hot against my neck. “Watch how your body moves every time I thrust into you. Feel how wet you are for me.”
He straightens slightly, both hands now gripping my hips as he fucks me with long, hard strokes.
The intensity climbs fast. Every slap of his hips against my ass echoes in the room.
My breasts bounce with the force of his movements, and I can see it all clearly in the mirror—my flushed skin, my parted lips, the way my eyes glaze over with pleasure.
“You’re getting louder,” he growls, one hand sliding around to rub firm circles over my clit. “I love hearing you like this. Moaning for me while I take you.”
The combination of his thick cock stretching me and his skilled fingers on my clit quickly pushes me toward the edge again. My legs start to shake, the pleasure building fast and sharply.
“I’m close again,” I whimper, my voice breaking.
“I know,” he rasps, never slowing down. “I can feel you around me. Come on my cock, Sienna. Let me feel you squeeze me. I want to watch you fall apart while I’m buried inside you.”
He fucks me even harder, the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies joining together filling the air. His fingers press harder on my clit, matching the rhythm of his deep thrusts.
“Look at yourself,” he orders, voice thick with lust. “Look how desperate and beautiful you are when you’re close. You’re mine, Sienna. All fucking mine.”
The pressure breaks me.
I cry out as the second orgasm crashes through, stronger than the first. My walls clench rhythmically around his cock, pulsing tightly as pleasure floods every nerve.
Lucas groans deeply, his hold on my hips turning almost painful as he keeps thrusting through my release, drawing it out until I’m trembling and gasping.
He slows only for a moment, letting me catch my breath, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he leans down over me again, chest pressed to my back, and kisses the side of my neck.
“We’re not stopping yet,” he whispers hotly against my skin, his words dark with promise. “Turn around.”
He pulls out and spins me to face him, lifting me effortlessly onto the dressing table. The mirror is still right behind me, reflecting my bare back as he steps between my spread thighs.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders.
The moment I do, he thrusts back inside me in one smooth, powerful stroke. This new angle lets him go even deeper.
“Oh, Sienna,” he growls, forehead resting against mine for a second before he pulls back.
His hands grip my ass, holding me in place as he starts fucking me again. His cock is hard, steady, and relentless.
His rhythm turns punishing in the best way, deep and fast. One hand slides up to wrap around my throat—not squeezing hard, just holding me possessively as he drives into me again and again.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands crudely. “Tell me how much you love being fucked like this.”
“It feels…so good,” I gasp, barely able to form words as he drives into me with deep, powerful strokes. “Lucas…you’re so deep…I can’t—Oh, Goddess!”
He groans in approval, his hips snapping harder and harder against mine.
The dressing table shakes beneath me with every thrust. His hand stays wrapped around my throat, a firm, possessive hold that makes me feel completely surrounded by him.
His other arm wraps around my lower back, pulling me even closer so there’s no space left between us.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, forehead pressed to mine again, eyes locked on me instead of the mirror now. “Taking me so well. So fucking perfect.”
The angle, the force, the relentless rhythm—it all pushes me toward the edge again at alarming speed. My nails dig into his shoulders as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me.
“I’m almost there,” I moan.
“I can tell,” he growls, never slowing down. “Come for me one more time, Sienna. Let me feel it.”
He shifts slightly, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing firm, fast circles.
The pleasure crests sharply, and I shatter around him with a loud, broken cry.
My entire body trembles violently as the orgasm rips through me, waves of intense pleasure leaving me gasping and clenching around his cock.
Lucas curses under his breath, his rhythm faltering as my release triggers his own. With a rumbling, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt and comes hard, pulsing inside me as he holds me tightly against him.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing. Lucas stays buried deep inside me, his arms wrapped securely around my body as we both come down. He presses soft kisses along my shoulder and up my neck, his touch turning gentle.
Slowly, he pulls out of me and lifts me off the dressing table. My legs are shaky when I try to stand, so he scoops me up into his arms and carries me over to the bed. He lays me down carefully, then strips off his remaining clothes before climbing in beside me.
He pulls me close, tucking my head under his chin and wrapping his strong arms around me. His fingers trace unhurried, soothing patterns along my spine as our heartbeats gradually slow.
Lucas presses a tender kiss to my forehead, then another to my temple.
“I love you,” he whispers, voice soft and warm now, all traces of dominance replaced with quiet affection. “So much, Sienna. Five years, and you still take my breath away.”
I smile against his chest, curling closer into his warmth. “I love you, too. Thank you for giving me this. For giving us this life.”
He tightens his embrace, one hand gently stroking my hair. “You’re my everything. Whatever comes next—more children, more chaos, more quiet nights alone—I want it all, with you.”
We lie tangled together under the soft lamplight, the fire crackling gently in the hearth. Outside, the estate is quiet, and in this room, wrapped safely in my mate’s arms, I feel completely at peace.
Lucas kisses the top of my head once more, murmuring against my hair, “Get some rest, my love. I’ve got you.”
I burrow into him. My fingers find the small, white scar over his ribs, the one from a knife that almost killed him in a compound five years ago. I trace it the way I always do, a private ritual, a reminder of how close we came to losing all of this.
“Lucas.”
“Hm.”
“Do you remember, the morning after we first bumped into each other, when I walked into Darius’s office and saw you sitting there?”
His chest moves under my cheek with a soft laugh. “I remember it daily.”
“I thought you were the most insufferable man I had ever met.”
“You were correct.”
I smile into his skin. “I never imagined we would end up here. The mate bond. The curse. Our son. This bed. Your arms around me every night. I never imagined any of it.”
His hand goes still on my back. “I imagined it,” he says quietly. “Every night after I knew what you were to me. I would lie in bed and let myself imagine exactly this. I just never thought I would get it.”
My throat closes. “You got it, Lucas.”
“I got it.”
His arms tighten around me. He presses his mouth to my hair, breathing me in slowly.
The bond hums warm between us. Theo sleeps three doors down.
In another wing, one of my best friends rests with her hand on a belly that holds a baby I have not met yet but already love.
My other best friend is happy and a wonderful mother.
My pack is safe. Our estate is quiet. The man who once told me to stay out of his way has built a life around me with both his hands.
I close my eyes against his chest.
The fire crackles low in the hearth. The lamp burns softly. The rest of the world can wait.
We have time.
We have all the time.
HE END