Loving Lucius (Werescape) (20 page)

Wolf's pulse raced.

Quiet
.
You'll scare her
. She's been through hell. I lifted a hand to touch one swell of breast.

Her gaze followed my fingers.

Down to her uppermost silky rib where I curled my palm around the arc of the bulge stretching the pink lace.

Her head shot back, and her mouth gaped for air.

Life-giving. Air. She'd need every gulp she could keep down soon enough. I'd make certain of that. I bent down to the unnerving scent of mine and trailed the tip of my tongue along her velveteen flesh at the bumpy edge of her bra's cup.

Her palms shot to my shoulders, sliding over to my back and slipping up my neck.

Gods-damn, those hands felt amazing on my skin. Petting me. Idolizing me. That's how it should be between mates. Never-ending moments of raw adoration from divine touch. Oh to peel away the lace. Rip it off with one jerk of my fangs. To sip from The Well.

Her body arched. "Lucius," she whined. "Oh, this touching is going to kill me."

Something told me Wolf would be more patient. Dragging out her pleasure wasn't going to be easy. My little mate is far too willing. Eager to sense all the things forbidden to her before we met. I'd just have to taste all the mine I could before she died. I gulped down a chuckle.

One of her hands slithered down between us to the clasp between her breasts and fumbled with the mechanism.

"No." Mine to open. I swiped her hand away.

Her gaze found mine.

Unhappy by her scowl. "Lie back. Let me show you how the touching works." At least, enough to drive her insane with need. She isn't quite there yet.

Her head dropped backward with a groan.

Too sweet. Mine. Mine. I went to work, leaning, lathing the soft tissue around the edge of her bra. Nibbling the edge. Brushing my thumb over the hard pebble topping the mound. Battling the urge to pull back the lace.

She tossed her head from side to side.

Gods, what would happen when I got her clit between my teeth?

My mouth watered.

Play
, Wolf whimpered.

Oh, we'd play after I unknotted her nipples
. My little kitten was so tied up from her childhood that she needed liberation.

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He sat up. Why? I want that mouth back on me. Driving me senseless.

He reached down and yanked off one of my hiking boots.

Good. We can't finish mating with my pants on.

My other boot thumped on the floor. Two more thuds sounded when he dropped his boots. Like thunder warning of an approaching storm.

A drum roll. The room needed to vibrate with pounding hail.

He thrust a knee between my thighs and wedged my legs open.

Oh. Yes. Down there. To feel his weight between my legs.

My hips rocked mindlessly.

His amber gaze locked on mine, and he rumbled with a possessive growl.

Making my hips rock more.

Against the intoxicating weight of him that fed their motion. Made them plead for him to pay them his full attention.

He thrust a finger beneath my bra clasp and popped it open with the help of a thumb.

Thank the stars. I should have closed my eyes in anticipation for the next level of touching. But his mouth mesmerized me to the point I could only watch. In awe. While those adoring lips lowered, his fingers peeling away the lace cloaking my breasts. Then his amazing mouth sucked me witless at the tip of one.

Teeth nibbling, Tongue tickling. He dragged the sharp edges of his bite to the wicked bitter end of the rope I teetered upon. Deep inside me.

An unmanageable jolt of need shafted from where his lips sucked my nipple down to my groin.

To warn I was still alone. Until he tended to the need he'd nurtured.

He shoved my other breast into the one where he nursed and hopped to the other nub effortlessly.

Driving me witless with those teeth.
Touching me
. Life without touching was a far worse form of agony. But my soul would drain from my body where he stoked my need if he didn't hurry. "Please, Lucius." I shoved the firm mass of his immobile shoulders.

His weight shifted, his mouth sucking tickling kisses downward, lower, along my midline toward the aching need he'd bullied into a demanding beast.

Riddling me with chills. But he kept moving. Thank goodness. Or I'd run out of breath.

He trailed the warm tip of his tongue around the rim of my navel.

Over and over. I couldn't lie still. Had to. Or he might stop. Bad. That would be very bad.

Pressure built inside my jerking belly.

Beneath his reverent tongue. I needed to move. My hips.

They struggled against his unyielding shoulders.

To make the need stop. I'd burst into a thousand shards any moment. "Lucius," I whined, "I need to move fast. Please."

He moved so fast I couldn't tell what he did.

The bed creaked and rose.

Maybe he shape shifted. Into his Wolf. Would that be safe when I gasped for breath so hard that it was impossible to do anything other than lie in the tousled blankets? His prey.

The bed bounced again.

Hands worked the closure of my blue jeans.

Lucius. Thank goodness. Busying himself undressing me. Tugging my pants down my hips, thighs, and over my feet.

He eased a knee between my thighs.

The most perfect place he could be. Where his weight made me ache with desire. I spread my legs invitingly.

A slow growl rolled around the room.

Energy surged through me.

Giving me what I needed to shove up.

My mate's Wolf eyes watched me as he kneeled on his hands and knees then walked hand-over-hand along the length of me.

Nude. His thighs and ass bare. Covered in crisp male hairs I'd always seen on men's arms. Touched a few times when brushing past a guard. But this time, the hairs rubbed against my bare thighs. Sensual. Stimulating. Definitely arousing.

My hips rocked against his hardness.

Not again. The need is so damned horrible. Just to move fast. Now.

His glowing Wolf eyes eased into view directly overhead. "Let's go slow," he said.

Slow?

"We have to," he managed without growling. "It's your first time."

My hips didn't care. "I'll try." Anything to get him right where I'm throbbing and aching.

He slid his steely arm between our bodies and raked something soft and warm against my sex.

Absolutely divine. Perfect. But made my need's ache fluctuate like a pulse.

"Breathe," he said, locking that something into my sex's notch.

Oh, I'd try. But this was so mind-boggling. I just needed to move fast.

"Ready?" He lowered to press his damp forehead against mine, staring me in the eye.

Yes. Yes. I nodded.

"Give me your hands."

If doing so would let my hips move. I held out my palms.

He took one in his, threading our fingers together, and pinned the back of it to the bed. Then the other.

Being held down felt amazing. My hips moved so much better.

"Lie still, Elise," he growled. "I don't want to hurt you."

Hurt? Everything felt so perfect. Even the bloody need. So ideal for rocking hips in this position. I could just…

"Elise, be careful. It will hurt a little in the beginning."

Rumors taught a girl about sex. About virgins having sex. But being here with Lucius is nothing like those rumors. Lucius made the stories sound like lies. Lucius loves me. I can tell. In his selfless actions. In the way he looks at me with those bright blue eyes. And the touching…Rumors have no place here. Only Lucius.

"Ready?" he asked, bearing his weight down upon my palms.

Would he not hurry? "Yes." I tried not to groan.

"I'm going to push a little. Lie still."

Would he give orders every second of every day? If he didn't hurry, I'd be the one giving orders.

His something forced inside the achy spot he'd created.

But stopped. Damn him. Oh, to end this hollow need. "Lucius!" I couldn't wriggle my hips the way he pinned me down.

"Still," he hissed more than snarled, staring into my eyes.

The whole world would burn into nothingness from those large burning eyes of his. If he'd just move. Just let me move. Release my hands. "Please. I need to touch you." I squeezed his knuckles just to make certain he understood.

He thrust his hips.

Something gave inside me. And stung.

Into a little burn. I sucked down a breath and tried to hold it. To make it blow out the fire.

His forehead slid along my temple until he pressed his cheek to mine. "Forgive me," he said with a breathy quasi-growl.

The pain faded with his words.

And my need to move. But so much of his wonderful skin remained. And the touching. "Please, Lucius, let me touch you."

He growled a soft sound of possession and kissed his mouth's way back across my cheek to my lips, pulling back after planting a warm smooch on my mouth, locking that fiery gaze on mine. "Mine," he snarled and thrust his hips again.

The long thick something wedged deeper and deeper. With each of his enthusiastic plunges. So blessedly deep. Until he'd pressed his groin all the way against my sex and paused to suck down a breath. I think. Maybe he felt the need. Because the way his body touched me down there made my hips rock with a mind of their own.

He gurgled another one of those possessive growls and began rocking me with his groin.

The wave of need billowing through me drove me to moan and squeeze his broad hands.

For strength. For patience. The two things he reminded me of when I first met him. Because I had to move my hips. Fast. Very fast.

Trapped. He had me trapped. His steely length speared inside me. Mating had to be the death of a woman. Had to keep her wanting more. Begging. Beneath a man who threw his head back, taking his enjoyment. Why? Isn't there supposed to be enjoyment for a woman?

He turned his face back to me, opening those luminous eyes, shoving my hips so far forward my ass tilted off the bed.

Ache. Need. Deep inside me, my body moved, squeezed down upon his firm rod until his lance flinched inside me.

God. The most perfect touching I'd ever experienced. "More. Please more." I groaned and tried to move my hips.

Still futile efforts.

He watched me, the female imprisoned by his weight.

So unfair. Give me more. "Move, Lucius," I whined.

He snarled, shoving back, his hands slipping away from mine, leaving me behind to slide over my leg.

Gone. His presence left me empty. Wanting. Dying.

He snatched me into his arms and rolled me over. "On your hands and knees."

Anything to get him back, touching me, inside. I lifted my belly off the bedding.

He grabbed my hips and locked his shaft back into my sex. "Focus, Elise. On the feeling."

Like I hadn't focused before! I was the one wanting to move. Fast. Just to ride the sensation. Begging him.