Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Luca
“I am in charge, Princess. And I am going to teach you so many lessons about that. But first, I’m going to fuck your tight pussy, and you will scream my name when you come all over my cock.”
I pound into Sofia’s pussy relentlessly. Nothing has ever felt so right as this moment, buried balls deep in my mate. My princess. My whole fucking world. Mine.
Goddess, she feels phenomenal—hot, wet, tight, like she was built for me—because she damn well was. I thought tasting her would be the best experience of my life. I had every intention of only taking the edge off her heat. But I should have known better. One taste of heaven would never be enough.
And now, being inside her? Fuck. There’s no going back. She might say this is a one-off, but there’s no way either of us could walk away after this. There’s no fucking way I can go on living my life after being inside Sofia Rivera.
Her full tits bounce as I slam into her, those perfect brown nipples pointing at the ceiling like an offering. Her long, strong legs are wrapped tight around my waist, driving me deeper, deeper, deeper until I’m losing myself in her completely.
There will never be enough of this.
Enough of us.
“Accept the bond, Princess,” I whisper into her ear. “This doesn’t have to be a one-off. Let me claim you.”
She shakes her head, but her pussy clenches down on me.
In a betrayal that her mouth can’t hide.
She screams my name. Her orgasm crashes into her, and her sweet cunt traps me in a viselike grip so tight I can barely move.
It takes every bit of restraint I have in my body to pull out, jerking my cock once, twice, before I spill across her stomach and tits, painting her gorgeous body in my release.
I collapse beside her, my chest heaving, and rub my cum into her skin, coating her flesh in my essence. I want more. I want to mark her and imbue her with my scent so every shifter who comes into contact will know she is mine.
“Luca,” she whispers, her voice uncharacteristically clogged with emotion. “I can’t accept the bond. I can’t be with you. This doesn’t change anything. It’s just sex.”
My wolf snarls and whimpers at the rejection.
“Just sex?” I echo as my hand lazily moves up her stomach and cups her heavy breast, smearing my cum over her bare skin.
I squeeze her nipple and give it a tug, watching as her thighs clench together and her back arches.
“Don’t be a brat. That wasn’t just sex; it was a fucking revelation.
Are you really going to pretend it didn’t fucking change everything? ”
Her eyes narrow as she shoots me a glare. “I am not a brat. And okay, fine, the sex was… epic, but sexual chemistry isn’t enough for me. I need more.”
Her words slice through me like a claw in my gut. Because she’s right. She does deserve more. But doesn’t she understand? I’ll give her anything. Everything.
“Like what? Because I will do anything for you. I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”
I can see the flutter of her pulse in her neck. Hear how her heart thunders in her chest at my words. But her brows scrunch together, and confusion mars her beautiful face. As if she can’t reconcile this version of me with the one who pushed her away. Or she doesn’t want to.
I can almost see it when her walls come back up. In the tight line, she presses her plump lips into. Or how she pushes into a seated position and crosses her arms under her tits. Fuck, they are glorious. All shiny with my seed.
“You can’t give me back the past three years where you were an asshole to me,” she snaps, her voice dripping with venom.
She’s trying to push us back to our old dynamic.
When we argued more than we talked. “Anyway, it didn’t seem like what happened there was purely altruistic,” she says, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to her breasts and stomach.
“You weren’t doing that for me.”
My wolf pushes against my restraints, demanding I shut her up, claim her, don’t let her slip away. But I hold on, barely.
I chuckle darkly and feel my wolf’s presence pushing at the edge of my consciousness. Knowing my eyes gleam silver, I stare at her and take in the bratty persona she has firmly in place.
“Yeah, I fucking enjoyed myself. Tasting your sweet cunt, feeling you grinding against my face while you came on my tongue. Fuck, that was one of the best moments of my life, Princess. I have zero shame about blowing my load in my boxers with your taste in my mouth. But judging by that bratty attitude, maybe it’s you who needs a little humility? ”
She scoffs and looks away, and that won’t fucking do.
“I’m sorry for pushing you away when you were too young for me to claim,” I say, my voice low, deliberate. “I was a coward. But I swear to you, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
“This is never happening again,” she hisses.
“Sure,” I say with a smirk that hides the raw desperation burning through me. “Keep lying to yourself.”
I slide off the bed and step away to get her a glass of water when she twists the claw she buried in my chest, stopping in my tracks.
“Don’t go getting all full of yourself. You happened to be here, but I could just as easily have gotten someone else to make me come. Pretty sure Simon would be willing.”
The snarl that rips from my throat shakes the walls. My wolf howls, loud and visceral. It’s enough for Sofia’s eyes to snap back to me.
She’s lying. There’s no way her wolf would let her near anyone else. And no one has ever made her come the way I did. I’m sure of it, and so is she.
But it seems like she may need a reminder.
“You didn’t want a safe word?” I growl. “Fine. Now your safe word is ‘mercy’ and nothing except you begging for mercy will stop this.”
I grab her ankle and pull her to the edge of the bed before dropping myself into a seated position. She shrieks as I drag her over my lap; her ass up, her arms wrenched behind her back in one hand to give me maximum control.
“What the hell are you doing?” she yells, squirming her hips
“I’m going to punish you for being a bad girl, telling lies. Gonna spank your sexy ass raw until you admit what’s really going on in that smartass head of yours.”
The first crack of my hand against her ass echoes through the room. Then another. Then another. I alternate cheeks, building in intensity. Her skin warms beneath my palm, pinking beautifully.
“Luca, let me go, right fucking now!” she yells, bucking against me.
“No.”
I bring my hand down harder, faster, my cock straining painfully against her soft belly as her cries turn ragged. I’m half-feral, but this isn’t about discipline. This is about breaking through her walls, tearing down the fortress she hides behind.
Giving her the release she needs to be honest with herself.
“Use your safe word, Princess. Say mercy and it stops.”
“I don’t need a fucking safe word,” she spits as she bucks and wiggles her hips, trying to break free of my hold. Still fighting me when one word is all it would take. “Just stop!”
“You don’t want me to stop. Now open your legs… wider.” She complies without fighting me. She knows she needs this. Needs me. Her pussy is a beautiful, wet, puffy mess. It needs my cock like Sofia needs me.
“You want to come again?”
“Yes,” she groans, drawing out the s sound into a hiss as I continue slapping her red ass.
“Well, too bad. Brats don’t get to come. Do they?”
Sofia chokes out a sob, and her head hangs forward. Her hair is a frizzy mess covering her face after spending the past couple of hours rolling around my bed.
“Luca, please!”
Nearly there, she’s nearly ready to let go fully.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask her. I continue to spank her because she doesn’t answer, still holding back on me. I slap her pussy harder than earlier. This isn’t about pleasure. She yelps and screams my name.
“I asked you who you belonged to?”
“You! Okay? I belong to you. I don’t want anyone else,” she sobs, and I pull her into a seated position, nestling her head into the crook of my neck and rubbing soothing circles on her back and arms. Her back shakes as she cries into my shoulder, her arms coming around my neck.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her hair. “You did so fucking good. You’re mine, Princess. You’ve always been mine. The same way I’m yours.”
I stand up, holding her in a bridal carry as I walk to the bathroom. I lean into the shower, turning the water on and waiting for it to heat up. Sofia in my arms, heaving sobs all the while. I kiss her head and promise her forever.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper into her curls.
“I love every part of you. I’ll never make you feel less than again.
You’re my goddess. My everything. I’ll show you that we are meant to be together.
That even if fate hadn’t put us together, you would be everything I could have ever dreamed of. I’ll never take you for granted.”
I squeeze her closer, tighter against me.
“I won’t push you to accept my mark before you’re ready. But I won’t let you pretend that we don’t have something special either. Something worth fighting for.”
I step into the shower with Sofia still in my arms and stand there for I don’t know how long. Five minutes? An hour? I don’t care. All I know is that Sofia’s not crying anymore, but she’s not saying anything either.
“Can I put you down and get you washed up?”
She nods against me, and I drop her legs slowly, keeping my arms wrapped around her until I’m sure she’s steady on her feet. I’ve never seen Sofia like this. She’s usually such a force to be reckoned with.
I grab her shampoo, lathering it into my hands and massaging her scalp with careful fingers. Her little sigh of pleasure cracks open my chest.
“That’s nice,” she whispers. Her voice is low, barely louder than the water from the rainfall showerhead.
“I want to take care of you in every way. But you have to let me.”
“I’ll try. Is that enough?”
My heart stutters. “It’s more than enough. Just give me a chance. I won’t let you down again.”
She nods and turns to face me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. She chews on her bottom lip for a few seconds before she pushes up and kisses me. Not the wild passion of our previous kisses. This one is powerful in its vulnerability and, damn, if it isn’t the best kiss yet.
This kiss is the start of our future together.
When she breaks it and pulls back to look at me, there’s some of that Sofia fire back in her eyes.
She smirks at me and grabs the shower gel, pumping a healthy amount into her hands before working it into a lather and running her hands over my body.
Making me groan when she washes my throbbing cock.
“Do I really not get to come again?” she asks.
“Bad girls and brats don’t get to come, but you took your punishment like such a good girl. Didn’t you?” She nods her head and bites her lip as she brings her soapy hands to my tight balls.
“And you said you’re going to try to let me take care of you?” I ask as I pluck one of her nipples, eliciting a groan from my girl.
“I will. I promise,” she whimpers.
“Okay, one more, but then I’m going to condition your hair, and I need to feed you. Now turn around and put your hands on the wall. Ass out, legs spread.”
She turns and positions herself as directed.
Her ass has lost its red glow already. Stupid shifter healing.
I need to buy us some toys that will leave a mark for longer.
I bend her forward more, so her face is pressed against the tile wall.
I grip the back of her neck with one hand as I guide my cock into her wet heat with the other hand.
“Don’t stop being a brat completely though, I love that part of you as much as this needy slut part.”
She whimpers, and her pussy flutters around me.
I don’t deserve her, but I’ll be fucked if I don’t do everything in my power to keep her.