Chapter 23 Lucan
She can’t be quiet.
That much is clear as soon as I spin Saskia around, pressing her stomach against the railing, and hike up the hem of her dress. She gasps into the night, and I’ve never felt so smug or proud of a sound in my entire life.
With her round, perky ass exposed, I run my palms over the curve of each smooth cheek before I crouch to my knees behind her and sink my canines into one.
She gasps even louder, then smothers her moan into the back of her hand.
Swiping my thumb between her legs, I swirl it against her clit in a tight circle, testing her.
Still moaning into her hand, Saska grips the edge of the railing with the other. Her knuckles turn white from the pressure.
The rest of her body, though, goes from hard clay to putty in my hands, just like I wanted.
“That’s it,” I praise her, keeping my voice in a deep whisper. “Relax.”
I want to worship every inch of this body, study every curve and dip, catalogue every goosebump that I bring to the surface. And the Monster in me wants to destroy her.
Ravage her so that no male could ever get the scent of me off her.
She lets out a satisfied breath, her body responding to my touch with an arch of her hips, and it takes every ounce of restraint in me not to slam my cock into her here and now. But my goal isn’t to coax any screams from her lips tonight.
Despite my nature, tonight, I’m going to melt her into a puddle.
Under the stars that she never got to bask under until now.
Her perfect ass arches again, desperate for the friction. Chuckling, I oblige with two of my fingers. I fill her slowly, stretching her just enough, until the tight warmth has a string of curses falling quietly from my mouth as I watch them slide in easily up to my knuckles.
Saskia moans in response, so eager and wet for me.
My cock is equally as desperate. Straining against the zipper of my pants, I rub my hand over the bulge. It’s not enough to even take the edge off, but I like to torture myself just as much.
“You see,” I start to explain through Saskia’s muffled moans, pumping my fingers in and out, “I may have once done what was best for the collective. But now, after you? ‘Collective’ isn’t in my vocabulary anymore.
Like I said earlier, I’ll choose you over anyone and everyone, again and again.
You are the light, and I am your dark. I’ll be a Monster whenever you need one.
So save Xantera, little nightmare, and I’ll save you. Always.”
If she’d play along, if I’d let myself, I would fuck her against this balcony and drive her to the brink of insanity. I’d make her scream my name so loud, Arad would hear her delirious pleasure from the other side of the Wall and know he would never get to experience my nightmare.
But not tonight, I tell myself. Tonight, I’ll behave. Just a little.
When she looks back at me over her shoulder, my eyes shoot to hers with a threatening heat, picking up the pace with my fingers to guide her right to the edge.
And I keep her there.
I press my lips into the supple skin of her left ass cheek, reveling in how tight her pussy grips my fingers. As my teeth skate across her skin, her legs begin to quiver.
“Please, Lucan,” she begs through her hand. “I need you.”
I need her, too, more than she will ever know. But I don’t say a word.
Instead, my eyes fuse to her gaze, watching every detail.
The lines of pleasure crease across her forehead, her full lips parted, struggling to take in enough oxygen. Her head falls back. Then her eyes start to roll back, fluttering closed.
“Open your eyes and come with stars in them, little nightmare.”
Finally, I curl my fingers in the exact I spot I know will take her breath away completely—because I can read her mind even without a necklace.
Her body reacts violently for me. Shuddering against the balcony, her limbs like jelly, she cries out my name into the cool air until I press my palm against her lips and smother it into my skin.
Her fangs prick my skin, a sting I want to wrap myself in, as she struggles to control the sounds coming from her mouth.
A satisfied smile twists up my cheeks watching her come undone for me, but I’m not going to let her recover. Even I have my limit with how much I can behave.
She whimpers, somewhere between longing and exhaustion, when she realizes I’m not going easy on her.
The head of my cock teases, presses slowly into her, and pulls out, slick from her arousal.
Again, I repeat my movements, achingly slow and driving an inch deeper with each new controlled thrust.
I want to slam into her up to the hilt, but agonizingly, I restrain myself, tensing my forearms as I grip her hips like my life depends on it.
Running my hands over her ass, I groan when she starts to ride me, trying to take back control. Her hips move rhythmically, sliding my cock in and out of her warmth.
“Look at us,” I murmur, pulling out completely, then pressing into her fully. My breath whooshes out of my lungs at the feeling. “A werewolf and a vampire in love. Defying the world.”
I press my lips into her shoulder, dropping kisses down her spine. Soft and sensual, just like the way I make love to her. I don’t always have to be a Monster.
There’s no urgency in this moment. Just heavy breaths shared, both of us trying to control the sounds crawling up our throats.
My fingers lace into her hair, pulling her head back to gaze at the wide-open sky. Nothing will ever cage her again. Nothing will prevent her from living her life freely, as long as I’m alive.
And when we come together with smothered moans, it’s like we’re shattering with shards of starlight before putting each other back together, piece by piece.