Chapter Forty-Three
Sofia
I tear through the forest, not caring about how my bare feet get scratched up or how the tree branches whip across my arms and chest. The cuts and scrapes are superficial; they’ll be gone before morning. What won’t heal is the ache between my thighs unless Luca does something about it.
Fates, I hate how much I need him.
I don’t care in the slightest what Luca’s punishment will be, as long as I get to come. Preferably several times. No, scratch that. Definitely several times.
I reach out through the bond, feeling Luca behind me, not too close, but gaining on me. I pick up my pace. Even as my lungs burn and my muscles scream, I push forward. Because running isn’t only an escape—it’s foreplay. Every step is an invitation. Every heartbeat dares him to catch me.
I push myself on, my pulse leaps as I get closer. If I can make it back, I win. I can put his tongue to good use. But pushing through here is risky the closer I get. Too many eyes, too many pack members who might wander by. And I’m naked. Totally, stupidly naked.
I could shift. But I won’t. Shifting would break the tension, kill the anticipation.
And the anticipation is half the high. The idea of being caught like this—my body bare and my pussy soaking wet—has me clenching around nothing.
Fuck. Why didn’t I just wait in the cabin?
I could be getting railed right now instead of doing cardio.
Luca’s cabin finally comes into view. I don’t dare reach through the bond to find out how close he is. I creep towards the edge of the tree line, scanning for any sign of other shifters. There’s a clearing in front of the cabin; the fastest way is straight across, but the safest is around the edge.
Fuck it. When have I ever played it safe?
With one last gulp of air, I burst through the tree line. A smile spreads across my face, and even though my muscles burn and my cuts sting, I’m exhilarated. Oh, my goddess, I’ve actually done it! I’m going to make it!
Luca slams into me from the side, his weight knocking me off my feet, and stealing the oxygen from my lungs.
A startled yelp tears from my throat as he flips me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
I scratch at his bare back with my human nails and wiggle my hips as I try to dislodge myself from his hold.
The fucker laughs as he drops me onto the ground on my ass. The impact jolts up my spine, and when I look up, he’s standing over me, exuding dominance from every pore.
My wolf content that he wears our mark, doesn’t feel the need to make her presence known.
A tremor works through my body, and the world seems to shrink, focusing solely on him, on the potential threat he poses.
The air is thick with a primal fear that claws at my throat and my arousal that still spreads down my thighs, mingling with sweat from the chase.
The mix is intoxicating and terrifying. My instincts don’t care that I want this. Don’t care that there’s a safe word. They scream danger.
He lets out a grunt when I kick out at him before rolling onto my stomach and attempting to crawl away.
But he’s so damn fast, and I’ve used so much energy running from him.
He grabs my ankle, pulling me back harshly.
My hands dig into the ground, trying to gain traction but not finding any.
I kick back harder this time, without trying to hurt him too much.
I want to make it hard for him, but I also want him to fuck me.
His hand comes down hard on my ass. My body jerks, equal parts sting and heat.
“Let me go!” I snarl. “You fucking asshole—”
Luca yanks my legs apart and kneels between them so that I can’t kick him.
I push up on my hands, but his palm on my neck presses me back into the cold grass and dirt.
The pressure is firm, not crushing, but it floods me with a primal helplessness.
My breath comes in ragged pants. My heart’s pounding so loud it drowns out the night.
And fuck, my pussy is weeping for him.
The sound of metal clicking and then the whoosh of the belt sliding through the loops as he undoes his belt buckle with one hand.
“Are you begging for leniency already, Princess?” Luca asks.
His voice is maddeningly calm. How is he so composed when I’m a panting mess?
His hand slides into my hair as he leans over me.
“All you have to do to end this is use your safe word. Say red, and this ends immediately. But let me be crystal clear; no amount of begging will help you unless you use that one word. Tell me to stop and call me an asshole all you like; you’re only making things worse for yourself. ”
He’s right. I could end this. I don’t. Because this is what I want, even if my body can’t decide whether to tremble from anticipation or lust. There’s no chance in hell I want this to end.
“Fuck you,” I grit out. I want this. We both know it. We both have known it for longer than I want to admit it. But still, I fight him. I thrash my hips and push my ass up as I try to break free. He pulls my hands behind my back and loops his belt around my wrists several times.
I put on a show of trying to pull my arms apart.
We both know I could get loose if I really wanted to.
The leather bites against my skin when I test it.
No escape without ending the delicious anticipation.
No leverage. Just him, in total control.
He pulls my hips up so that my ass is in the air and my face remains pressed against the grass.
The cool air on my sweat-slicked skin sends a shiver running through me.
Still, I push back, trying to get away from him.
Trying to get inside. Anyone could find us like this.
My bare skin dirty, smeared with grime and streaked with tears.
My hair a tangled mess, clinging to my face, obscuring my vision.
Humiliation courses through me at how awful I must look right now, stripped of any semblance of dignity, but mostly for how much I’m loving every minute of this.
I squirm, desperate for friction, desperate for him. And when his cock drives into me without warning, the air leaves my lungs in a choked gasp.
He fucks me in hard, savage thrusts that border on painful, each one slamming me forward. My cries are muffled against the ground—half sob, half moan. He grips the belt binding my wrists and yanks me back onto him, filling me so deep I swear I’ll break apart.
So hard, so rough. He fucks me like he hates me.
And yet, my core tightens and warmth spreads through me as my orgasm builds.
Tingles spread from the tips of my fingers and toes, pushing in towards me.
Just when I’m about to shatter, he pulls out, pushing me face down in the dirt again.
Hot spurts of his cum paint my ass, my back, my bound arms, and wrists.
And the orgasm rips away from me as if it was never there.
A sob claws up my throat.
“You look so damn beautiful like this, Princess. This sexy ass in the air, and your legs spread showing off the prettiest pussy in the world. So damn exposed.” His hands caress up my thighs, over my ass and along my sides. Gliding over me but not where I want him.
“Please,” I beg. I don’t even know what for at this point. I’m so horny it hurts. My nerve endings cry out for Luca’s touch. For the orgasm he deprived me of. My pussy throbs, sore and empty.
“Please, what?”
I groan and sway my hips. “Please touch me. Fuck me. Use me. Anything.”
“You wanted a spanking earlier,” he says. It’s not a question. No, he knows the answer. “You could have asked. I’d give you anything you want, Princess.”
“I’m sorry,” I sob. “Please, Luca. I need to come.”
He runs a finger through his cum, dragging it towards my puckered hole before pushing his fingers inside me there. I gasp at the intrusion. Every time he plays with my ass, it catches me by surprise. How intense it feels, how foreign. How much I love it.
“Please.”
“Such a dirty girl,” he murmurs, adding a second finger, stretching me further. “Begging me to fuck your ass out here like some cock-starved slut. You going to ask next time, or do I need to keep teaching you this lesson?”
His cock slides back into my pussy at a torturously slow pace, his rhythm maddening. Way too slow for me to get off. One of his hands holds my hips firmly in place, not letting me move. His fingers digging in, in a bruising hold.
“I’ll ask. I promise. Please fuck me. Please!”
Luca pulls his cock out of my pussy and brings it to my ass, withdrawing his fingers before replacing them with his hard cock.
“You got my cock all good and wet, Princess,” he says, his measured dominant tone cracking a little as he slowly slides into me.
We both groan when he fills me. The stretch is intense, overwhelming—and I love it.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” he grunts. “You’re so tight. Taking me so good.”
He gives me a moment to adjust to having him inside me, but I don’t need it or want it.
I rock back to meet him, the delicious burn easing into pleasure.
And then he’s pounding into me. His hips snap against me as he fills my tight hole over and over again.
Every thrust draws a broken moan from my lips.
I beg and plead to come, but his hands remain planted firmly on my hips, never moving near what I need. My clit sparks with need, but I’m completely powerless.
“Touch your needy pussy. Come for me.”
A sob of relief escapes my lips as I pull my arms apart, snapping the belt in half.
My fingers fly to my pussy, fingers finding my slick and swollen clit, and within seconds I’m convulsing, an orgasm tearing through me so hard I gush around my hand.
Luca shudders, spilling inside my ass with a groan.
I collapse in a boneless heap, face pressed to the grass, world fading at the edges.
I might have blacked out. Because the next thing I know, I’m in Luca’s arms and he’s carrying me into the cabin.
Whispering to me about how well I did, how beautiful I looked, how much he loves me.
His words glide over me, cocooning me in a balm of affection.
He carries me to the shower, where he washes my hair and massages my tired muscles.
He gets on his knees to inspect my feet and, once satisfied that my cuts and scrapes are pretty much healed already; he puts my legs over his shoulders and eats my pussy languidly and salaciously.
Like we have forever. Pulling two more orgasms from me before he turns the water off.
He dries me and braids my hair before carrying me to bed and telling me not to go to sleep yet.
A moment later he is back with a large glass of water and a sandwich, insisting I eat before I sleep.
It’s absurd and tender and so far from the savage way he fucked me outside on the grass that my chest aches.
How long has it been since someone cared for me like this? How long has it been since I let someone get close enough to care for me?
A dazed feeling hovers over me while I force myself to swallow the food and drink the water. When I’m finished, Luca pulls me against his body and kisses me slow and deep. He pulls back and whispers to me, words that will stay forever with me.
“I love you, Sofia. You are so beyond perfection that I can’t believe you gave me a chance. I’ll never stop trying to show you how much you mean to me. How much I love you. You don’t need to push me or brat to get my attention, Princess; you always have it.”
And for once, I believe him.
I drift off in his arms, feeling safe, loved, and thoroughly fucked.