Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sofia
I wake up once again wrapped in Luca’s arms. Fuck. I’m practically straddling him. One of his arms is wrapped around my waist, the other resting on my ass. This is ridiculous.
And so fucking comfortable, it infuriates me.
“Damn it, Luca! Can you stop carrying me in here?” I snap, wriggling to break free.
“Have you ever slept better than you do in my bed?” he asks. His voice is gruff from sleep, vibrations rumble from his chest under my breasts. And fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
“That’s not the point!”
“Well, what is the point?” he asks, inhaling my scent.
His cock grows harder, and I’m struggling to remember why I’m fighting this.
Would it be so awful to give in? Just once.
My wolf is practically clawing at me to get closer, urging me to stop being difficult and let him show us what it could be like.
My skin sparks with electricity, my pussy weeps, and I’m hot all over.
“I don’t know!” I yell, pushing to a full straddle because I need to breathe, and his scent is overpowering me up close.
My heart hammers in my chest, and my palms are slick.
I need to get out of here, away from him.
Even though part of me desperately wants to be with him.
Needs to be connected to him. Needs to feel him everywhere. Needs him to be inside me.
No, what I need is to get away. Away from him. Away from this. Even though a shameful part of me doesn’t want to. That part burns for him. Wants him inside me, wants to come all over his cock.
“Oh, shit,” I mutter under my breath.
This can not be happening.
I throw myself back from him, scrambling off the bed and racing to the shower. I turn it to the coldest setting and step under the water before I’ve even taken the time to get undressed. It doesn’t help. I’m still burning up.
I’m too hot.
I took the medication Doc gave me. And we haven’t had sex. But he has rubbed up against me so many times. I’ve let myself think about him while I touched myself. Fates, I nearly came that time he kissed me in the pack house. And my skin is on fire. Oh Goddess, this is happening.
I’m in heat.
“Sofia, are you okay?” Luca’s voice calls out, and I can barely hold back a groan. My wolf whimpers with need as I strip out of my sodden clothes.
“Yes!” I call back too quickly. “I’m fine. Go to training.”
My fingers find my clit and rub circles around it. My pussy clenches around nothing, it’s not enough. I need to be filled. I have a vibrator in one of my bags. I need Luca to leave so I can deal with the growing desperation I’m going through.
I step out of the water and grab my towel, wrapping it around me, even though the soft cotton feels like a cheese grater against my sensitive skin.
The bathroom door creaks as I open it, and suddenly he’s there, filling the frame, watching me with a look that’s equal parts concern and feral hunger in his eyes.
Burning heat sears me from the inside out, and I stumble backwards into the door at the intensity of the desire that coils in my core. My wolf chants his name, interspersed with pleading for me to climb him like a fucking tree.
“Why do you smell so good, Princess?”
“Must be my shower gel.” My voice cracks as I stumble past him, towel wrapped tight, pretending like my entire body isn’t seconds from combusting.
I push past him and go back into the bedroom, swinging the door closed.
I’m unbearably turned on, and I need to get away from him.
I can’t look at his stupid, gorgeous face, or his perfect, lean, muscular body.
Why the fuck does he have to be wearing only those slutty little boxers?
I need space. Need to get away from him.
But he follows me in. Of course, he follows me in.
“That’s not it,” he growls. “You smell delicious. Edible. Like I could eat you up.”
“I… I got medication from Doc, but I think I’m having a mini heat,” I grit out while clenching my fists to stop from touching myself right here in front of him. If this is the reduced version of heat, then I can’t begin to imagine what it would be like to go through the full experience.
“Let me help?” he asks. I close my eyes and shake my head, but it’s no help. His scent invades me. It’s everywhere and yet there’s not enough of it at the same time. “You don’t need to suffer alone. Let me help you.”
I want to say no. I know I should. But I can’t. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, despite the heat coursing through me. My nipples are pebbled peaks, and my pussy throbs. Wetness runs down the inside of my thighs, and I need to come more than I need to breathe.
I drop my towel and climb onto the bed, spreading my legs and dropping my hand to my soaked pussy.
I dip two fingers inside and let out a desperate whimper.
It’s not enough. My own hands are only making me more frustrated.
Luca stares at my bare body. His cock is hard inside his boxers, but he doesn’t move a muscle other than to clench his fists and grind his jaw. What the hell is he waiting for?
“Please? Let me help.”
Oh. Oh. He needs me to say it. I stare into his eyes, his wolf flashing in them, along with something else.
Pain? His corded muscles and the tight way he carries himself.
It looks like holding himself back from touching me is physically hurting him.
Which makes sense. The need to pleasure his female in heat would be nearly as bad as my own. He wants me. Needs me.
And that makes this less embarrassing. Like I’m not the only one suffering.
“Are you begging for me, Luca?” I rasp. I would smirk at him if I weren’t practically on fire with need.
“Damn right, I am.”
“This is a one-off. Agreed?”
He licks his lips, and I groan, dropping my hand to my pussy again because I can’t stop myself. Moving closer to the bed. He nods once.
“Don’t just stand there,” I grit out. “Make me come.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when he lunges at me. He pushes my legs wider apart, breathing deeply as his mouth hovers in front of my pussy. Why the fuck isn’t he touching me? Why am I not already coming on his face?
“You said consent matters. So tell me what’s allowed? Can I touch your pussy?”
“Luca, if you don’t touch my pussy, I might rip your fucking throat out,” I grit out, pushing my hips up to connect to his mouth, but he grips my thighs and pushes me back into the bed. I whimper. Fucking whimper. “Luca!”
“Can I touch your tits?”
“Yes!” I screech. “You can touch me wherever you want. As long as you make me come. Now, Luca!”
He surges forward, and his mouth finds my pussy, his tongue darting inside me before moving upwards and flicking at my clit.
He moans and mutters words I didn’t know I needed to hear.
About how good I taste, how nothing and no one can compare to my perfect pussy.
It’s only a matter of minutes—maybe only seconds—before he has my body going stiff and an orgasm erupting from me.
My hand finds the back of his head, and I grind against him, riding the waves of the best orgasm I’ve ever had. His body jerks, and he calls out a muffled “fuuuuck.”
Wait, did he just? But I don’t have time to think because he is sucking my clit and pushing two of his large fingers inside me.
Building me towards another release again.
He hooks his fingers, finding that perfect spot inside me that has me seeing fireworks.
And as much as I hate myself for it, I can’t help screaming his name when I come again.
And he keeps going, licking and sucking and grazing his teeth. The heat has died down, and I don’t need him to keep going. But I also don’t want him to stop. Does that make me awful? I should tell him he doesn’t have to keep going.
But I don’t.
I let him work my body like an instrument. His hands, his mouth, his tongue, are a symphony of pleasure. Luca builds me towards the precipice before pulling back. My eyes—that had rolled back in my head—snap towards him.
“Why did you stop?”
“You got one orgasm to take the edge off, and another because that pussy just tastes so damn good. But you’re going to earn the next one, Princess. And you don’t get to come again unless it’s all over my cock.”
I swallow and gaze up at him. I should stop this. The heat has died down to a manageable warmth, but my pussy clenches, and I want more. So much more. If this is the only time we are going to do this, shouldn’t we make the most of it?
“I shouldn’t be able to get pregnant with the heat suppressant, but… I really don’t want to take the risk.”
Luca peels off his soaked boxers and lies on the bed beside me. His hand weaves through my hair, and he pulls me towards him for a bruising kiss. My taste is on his tongue, and it makes me hungry for his. He doesn’t release me until I’m dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
“Maybe you should lick me clean before I bury my cock in your tight princess pussy.”
Fuck. Why do I want that so much? My pussy gushes and Luca lets out a growl, his nostrils flaring at the scent of my arousal. “You love the sound of that, don’t you?” His voice is a dark taunt that makes my spine tingle.
My mouth falls open, and his grip on my hair moves my head towards his hard cock. The salty scent of his musk has my mouth watering, but I want to see how far he’ll push it. Push me. He’s been overprotective of me my whole life. I want to strip him of it.
“Doesn’t sound like very princessy behavior for me to lick your cum off your cock.”
His grip on my hair tightens, my scalp stinging. “You’re my princess everywhere but here. Here, you’re my dirty little slut, who drips when she thinks about licking me clean.”
He pushes my head forcefully down, stopping less than an inch before I reach his cock.
My eyes flick to him, and he raises an eyebrow.
He won’t actually force me. He doesn’t have to.
I want this so damn much. It’s just once.
I can let myself enjoy him this once. Live out my filthy fantasies and go back to hating him again.
Slowly, so slowly, I lick him in swirling patterns, gathering the remnants of his earlier orgasm and then swallowing it down.
His hand comes down hard on my ass while the other holds my head in place as I lick up every drop of him.
I groan and arch my back more, silently pleading for him to spank me again.
“Good girl,” he croons as I take his cock into my mouth and take him to the back of my throat. I bob my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks and sucking him hard. He pushes my head down, making me gag, cutting off my air supply.
And I fucking love it.
He slaps my ass again and again while fucking my face. There’s no protection here. No princess treatment. Just my mate, using my body. And I need more. I need him everywhere. My pussy drips, my nipples tighten to the point of pain, and I push up, dropping his dick from my mouth.
“I need more. I need—”
He cuts me off by forcing my head back down again and filling my mouth again.
“I.”
Spank.
“Know.”
Spank.
“What.”
Spank.
“You.”
Spank.
“Need.”
The final word comes with three hard smacks to my clit, fast and merciless. I erupt, choking on his cock as my orgasm crashes through me. His release spurts into my throat at the same moment, hot and overwhelming.
“Swallow it. Every last bit,” he grits out, shoving two fingers into my cunt, stroking me through the aftershocks. My hips roll back into him, and I swallow his hot release as his cock continues to jerk. Like I would ever waste a drop.
His hand releases my hair, dropping to my neck as he sits up and kisses me. Slowly and leisurely, as if we have forever. Tasting himself on my tongue.
“Fuck,” I whisper, raising a hand to touch my still-tingling lips. “I can’t believe we did that.”
Luca lets out a dark chuckle before laying me down on my back and spreading my legs. He positions himself between my thighs. “You don’t think we’re finished yet, do you? We’re only getting started.”
He grips the base of his cock and guides it to my entrance, stopping before he pushes in to make eye contact with me. “You ready for this?” he asks.
“Definitely,” I agree, hooking my legs around him and pulling him into me in one deep thrust. I scream out at the intensity of him inside me, and he stills.
“What’s your safeword, Princess?”
“I don’t need one,” I say, even as I have to breathe through the pain of him stretching me past what I have ever experienced.
“You have no idea how many times I wanted to bend you over and spank this tight ass to teach you a lesson for being a brat. How many times I jerked off imagining forcing your pretty mouth open and making you choke on me.”
My breath hitches at his filthy confession, and heat coils low in my stomach.
I want to push him to carry them out. I want to see how far he will take things; I want him to find my limits and then blow past them.
Make me feel everything because I’ve spent so long trying to tamp down my emotions.
Trying to pretend things didn’t affect me.
“Trust me, you’re going to need a safeword. Because if you let me do whatever I want, I’m going to tie you to the bed and fuck all of your tight holes until you pass out.”
I let out a shaky laugh before his fingers find my nipples, and he tugs them, hard.
I yelp and try to push him back, but he grabs my arms and raises my arms above my head before moving to hold them in one hand.
He slams his cock into me hard and bites my lower lip hard enough to have me tasting blood.
The feminism basically leaves my body to realize how strong he is and how much I want this.
Want him.
“Pick a damn safe word.”
“What makes you think you are in charge here, Beta?” I ask and smirk at his answering snarl. Pushing his buttons is almost as good as sex. Almost. And I can’t explain it, but I need him to be feral for me. If I’m fucking the male who broke my heart, I need him to need me more than I need him.
I tighten my legs around him, flipping our positions so that I’m straddling him. My hands land on his chest, and I grind against him. Luca’s eyes take on a feral glint as he grips my hips and slams me down harder. Fuck. I want to take the lead, but why is he so damn good at this?
He lets out a growl that reverberates through me before flipping our positions again.