Chapter Thirty
Sofia
“I thought I told you not to wash off my scent?” Luca growls, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the back office of the training area.
“You wanted me to walk around with your cum smeared all over my tits?” I shoot back through the mindlink, conscious that there are at least half a dozen warriors right outside the door.
He pushes me against it as soon as he shuts the door, his cock already hardening and pressing into my hip.
His mouth finds my throat, heat and hunger rolling off him until goosebumps scatter across my skin.
It’s been less than an hour since we last fucked, and yet I’m frantic for him again already.
My body aches as if it’s been days or weeks, and need coils low in my stomach.
“Until you let me mark you, I want my cum dripping out of your pussy or coating your skin every time you’re around other wolves. You’re mine. And I don’t want anyone—especially you—forgetting it.”
His hands roam my body, sending currents of electricity through me
“That’s insane! What happened to scent marking? And anyway, who said I was letting you mark me?” I ask, my tone teasing, partly because I’m in the mood to push some buttons but mainly because he’s being completely ridiculous.
“Really, you want to play it like that?”
“I’m not playing. I haven’t decided if I want to be marked by you or someone else.”
A snarl tears from him. His hand clamps around my throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to pin me in place. Fur pricks along his forearms, and his eyes flash silver. His wolf wants out. His canines extend, and his breath comes in heavy pants as he reigns in his wolf.
His eyes bore into mine, and, for the first time, I start to realize how hard it is on him that I haven’t let him claim me fully.
It’s not normal for wolves to wait. Usually, it’s simple—scent your fated mate, claim and mark them, live together happily ever after.
But I’m not there yet. Not ready for forever.
What happened to Emily is a complete anomaly. I’ve heard of people not meeting their fated mate. I’ve seen people not wait long enough and taking a chosen mate that isn’t right for them. But usually, fated mates are perfect for each other. It’s what I wanted.
And I see how frustrated he is. How much he needs me. But he’s not pushing me to accept the bond.
“Such a brat,” he murmurs, spinning me and tugging my ponytail until my back arches. His palm lands sharply against my ass. “I should bend you over that desk and punish your bratty ass.”
“So, why don’t you?” I challenge. I’m pushing his buttons, but he needs this. Needs to claim in the only way I’m ready to let him.
“Is that what my girl wants?” he grits out.
He lowers a hand inside my shorts and underwear, plunging a finger inside me, finding me wet and ready for him.
I shiver at his touch. It gets better every time.
The electricity as our skin connects, the desire that pools low in my belly, the way my breasts ache, and my pussy weeps.
“Dripping wet for me, even with all those warriors standing outside the door?”
“Yes,” I pant as he curls his finger inside me and rubs the heel of his hand against my clit. “Goddess, yes.”
I whimper when he pulls his hand away from my aching pussy and brings his finger to my lips.
“Suck,” he whispers.
“Make me.”
He rubs his fingers over my lips, spreading my essence across my face before forcing his fingers inside my mouth.
“You’re playing with fire, Princess. You have no idea what you’re in for, but you’ll take whatever I give you. Won’t you?”
I suck his fingers, swirling my tongue around them. Tasting myself and humming my approval and acquiescence.
With a growl, he spins me around, and his mouth is on mine.
Rough. Passionate. All-consuming. Separating from my lips only long enough to pull my sports bra over my head.
Next, he pushes down my shorts while I kick off my sneakers.
Standing before him in nothing but a thong, until he extends a claw and slices through the fabric.
I pant as his knuckle runs up along my clit in feather-light touches.
“What’s your safeword?”
“Don’t need one,” I say, pushing my hips forward and chasing his touch. He lets out a low chuckle, his hands moving to sweep up along my sides, nowhere near where I want them.
“You either tell me your safeword—and promise to use it if this gets too much—or we stop right now and you can walk out of here horny and frustrated and stay horny and frustrated when I tie you to the bed and refuse to touch you all damn night.”
A gasp escapes my lips at the horror of that idea. “No fucking way. That sounds awful!”
“Then pick a damn safe word.”
I glare at him for a moment. Part of me still wants to refuse him, but the other part wants the fun type of punishment, not the kind where I don’t get to come.
“Fine,” I agree with a sigh, knowing he isn’t going to budge. “Red, for stop, yellow for slow down, and green is for more.”
“Good girl. Now get on your knees.”
I lean forward, pressing my breasts against his chest, but keeping my hips back from his pelvis. “You want me to suck your cock, Beta? Make me.”
I lick along the outside of his ear for less than a second before Luca pushes me to my knees.
He stretches an arm behind his head, pulling his top off in one swift movement.
I pull his shorts and boxers down as his hand weaves into my hair again.
He smears the pre-cum gathering at the end of his cock against my closed lips, and his grip against my hair has my scalp screaming.
“I said, make me,” I say, but the words are barely out of my mouth before he thrusts his fat cock into my mouth and down my throat.
“Shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl,” he snarls as I choke.
Both of his hands wrap through my hair, and he fucks my face hard. Tears stream from my eyes, but his desperation is everything I wanted when I goaded him into this. He fucks my throat mercilessly, forcing me to swallow inch after inch, gagging and choking around him.
And I want more. I want him to lose control completely.
I don’t give a fuck that there could be twenty warriors right outside the door. I don’t care if they hear the wet, obscene sounds of me gagging on my mate’s cock. Wetness drips down my thighs as I realize maybe part of me wants them to hear. Know how good we are together.
“But you’re not a good girl, are you?” he asks, pulling his cock from my mouth with a pop. I shake my head as I heave in gasping breaths.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, my voice raspy from my sore throat. “You want a good girl who does what she’s told?”
He angles my head upwards and chuckles. “No, Princess. I don’t want a good girl. I want a wicked little brat who gives me so many reasons to punish her slutty ass and makes me earn her submission.” He pulls me to a stand and marches me over to the desk.
“Now bend over; your ass is about to pay for your teasing,” he mutters darkly as he pushes me forward with his hand still buried in my hair. I could fight him. I could get out of this. But that’s not what I want. Not at all.
There’s a swooshing noise a second before his palm connects with my ass, hard enough that I groan.
He doesn’t give me long to recover as he rains spanks down one after another.
Alternating cheeks with every slap. My ass burns, but I don’t ask him to stop.
I don’t tell him how much I need this either.
“Walking around in those tiny clothes without my scent on you?” he asks as he spanks me even harder, punctuating his words with slaps. “Talking about someone else marking you, knowing what that would do to me.”
“It’s not my fault you’re so possessive,” I gasp.
“Yes, it fucking is,” he says. His palm falling harder, faster, until I’m gasping from the need to come.
Each blow lands with a dull thud, a constant ache and heat accompanying the sting.
“Walking around looking like that. Knowing I’ve been inside you and that it’s fucking heaven on earth. Telling me to make you suck my cock.”
“Well, maybe you should have just fucked me again instead of—”
He cuts me off suddenly when he pours cool liquid between my ass cheeks and I gasp at the foreign sensation.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I grit out as he circles my ass, knowing exactly what he’s insinuating. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
“Only good girls get their pussies fucked. You want to be a brat, then you’re getting this tight ass fucked,” he whispers as he slowly pushes a finger inside my ass, moving it in and out. “Color?”
“Green,” I reply embarrassingly quickly. He adds a second finger inside me as and I moan loudly as he works my ass. I’ve never had anything inside me there. Never would have thought I wanted to. It’s so dirty. Taboo. So wrong. And yet it feels so right.
My pussy throbs as Luca fucks my ass with his fingers. He spreads his fingers out, stretching me, and pours more lube into me, and then he’s pulling his fingers out and pushing his slick cock against me.
“Color?”
“Green,” I say, even though there’s more hesitation this time. He pushes into me slowly, stretching me until he gets past the tight ring of muscle at my entrance. He sinks inside me until he’s buried himself to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “I… I’m so full.”
“You’re so fucking tight. Feel so damn good,” he moans as he starts to move in and out, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the new sensation. As much as he tells me it’s a punishment. Luca wouldn’t physically hurt me, not really. Not in any way I wouldn’t enjoy.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he says, wrapping my ponytail around his fist and pulling it back, causing me to whimper and moan. “Rile me up so I’ll want to fuck you like a whore. Use your body however I want. Make you take my cock in your filthy little hole?”
His pace increases steadily until I’m a moaning mess under him. Pressure builds in my stomach, and the need to come overtakes everything else. “Yes, please,” I beg. “Please, I need to come. Please.”
“Do brats get to come?” he mocks, and a sob bursts out of me. I beg and plead with him. Promising him he can do whatever he wants. Apologizing for being such a brat. Swearing I’ll never do it again. Anything for him to let me come.
But he ignores my words and continues to fuck my ass, making no move to touch my clit, no matter how hard I beg. The need to come is so intense that tears are streaming down my face. Luca's hand in my hair pulls me back so that I’m flush against his chest.
“Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me it’s real. That we’re real. That you’ll let me mark you.”
“Okay! We’re real! Now let me come.” His hand splays across my stomach, and his breath is hot on my neck.
My nipples are hardened to diamond peaks.
He continues to thrust into my ass, and I choke out another sob.
“You’re my mate,” I cry, and he drops his hand lower, circling my clit.
It only takes a couple of seconds for my orgasm to crash through my entire body.
Wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure courses through me as I scream out his name.
I slump forward, and he goes with me, his arms caging me in on the desk. He must have come at the same time as I did, but I was too wrapped up in my own pleasure to notice what was going on. Goosebumps prickle along my skin as I remember what I said in the heat of the moment.
“Luca…”
“It’s okay, Princess. I know. I just wanted to believe for a minute.” He kisses my shoulder and slowly pulls out of me. I hiss at the pain, and he stills. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”
I shake my head, and he pulls out fully. I don’t know what to say to him. My wolf whines, pushing me towards him, wanting to make it better. I’m hurting him. And I have no idea how to stop.
He drops kisses along my spine while I come back to earth, whispering promises and praise.
“Come on, let’s go get cleaned up,” he says before kissing me softly. My face heats up now that the sexual fog has finally eased.
“Oh, fates, I can never go out there,” I whisper, covering my face in my hands as a cold sweat prickles my skin.
It’s one thing for them to assume we are fucking, but another thing entirely for all the warriors to hear what happened in here.
Luca just fucked my mouth and ass and called me those names while I goaded him.
“How am I going to face any of them again?”
After working so hard to make a name for myself. To be respected. I’ve just blown it all to shit, behaving like a sex-starved nymphomaniac. Luca chuckles, and I glare at him, pushing him away from me.
“It’s fine for you. You’re a guy. They’ll probably high-five you for fucking the pack princess in the ass! You aren’t the one they’ll think is a slut and talk about behind her back.”
“You think I would have let any of them hear that?” Luca asks, pulling me into an embrace and kissing my forehead. “I mindlinked every warrior in the pack to stay clear of this building the moment I started dragging you in here.”
“Oh.”
“You’re mine. And I’m not going to share any part of you. Not even your sultry little whimpers or how you scream my name while I fill your sexy ass full of my cum.”
A weight lifts off my shoulders, and relief floods me. For the first time in I don’t know how long, Luca’s overprotective side isn’t bothering me in the slightest. He presses a sweet kiss on my forehead, and my eyes fall closed at the tender gesture.
“Come on,” Luca says. “Let's go get cleaned up, and then you can help me think of a reason as to why I canceled training. Might as well use that smart brain of yours for good instead of just pushing my buttons.”