Page 84 of A Broody Mate for the Human

A smile curls her lips. “Let me guess, the both of you are hungry and are here to pester me for an early dinner.”

“Precisely.” I chuckle.

“I have leftovers from lunch,” she says with a smile. “How does potato gratin and sliced beef with chili and grilled vegetables sound?”

“Heavenly,” I say, turning to Luca. “What do you think?”

“It sounds great.” He nods, smiling happily at the prospect of food.

Renata nods contently, shuffling around to warm up our food. I want to help her, but she shoos me away, much to Luca’s amusement, saying I’m just standing in her way. Half an hour later, we are up in my suite and have our dinner.

Luca’s appetite has improved so much, and I’m so happy to see him eat and even ask for seconds. Afterwards we sit together in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. After a while Luca breaks the silence. He removes the scarf and looks at me. “You really don’t mind?” he asks.

He is sitting on the soft carpet in front of the sofa, eyeing me nervously. I move to sit next to him. “I don’t mind,” I tell him, allowing my fingers to trace the scar around his neck.

His lips tremble slightly, and he removes his shirt, revealing his upper body to me. There are scars all over it, traces of the abuse he had to endure at the hands of his brother and father. I ball my hands into fists, as Akio is close to coming forward to rip anyone apart who dared to hurt our mate.

“I never fought back,” Luca admits, shame flashing in his eyes. “I let them hit me and whip me and suppress my wolf. I was so weak.”

“You weren’t weak,” I say with emphasis. “You were a child, and the people you trusted the most, those who were supposed to protect you, didn’t. They hurt you and abused their power over you.” I reach out my hands to pull him into my arms. My fingers trace the scars on his back, and I can feel him shiver slightly. “To me you are the most beautiful man I ever laid eyes on,” I say softly. “And your scars are proof of how you survived. You’re a survivor. Although these men were so cruel to you, you saved an innocent girl, you remembered what was right and wrong, you never succumbed to them mentally. You said you didn’t fight, but you did. You never allowed them to suppress your mind. And at the end, they were the ones who died or ended up imprisoned while you are free. You survived them.”

He looks up at me. “I survived them,” he repeats, and then drives his fingers through my hair, grabbing a fistful of it and pulling my head down, smashing his lips against mine. I willingly comply, my fingers wandering to the back of his neck to hold him in place while I push my tongue past his lips, claiming him as mine.

Luca’s fingers move beneath my shirt, tugging at it, and I readily get rid of it. “Make me yours,” Luca whispers.

His words make me wake up from my trance, and I move away slightly to look at him. “Are you certain?”

Luca’s fingers move over my naked chest. “I want to be yours,” he says firmly.

Goddess, he is so beautiful. I reach out my hand to cup his cheek. “Akio and I are very happy to make you ours.”

Happy is no word for how excited Akio feels at the prospect of finally marking his mate. I pull Luca up with me, making him wrap his legs around my middle before carrying him to my bedroom. I’m definitely not mating and marking my mate on the carpet in my living room.

On the way to the bedroom, we only stop briefly to get rid of our pants before I pull him into my arms again. This time, I can feel his naked skin all around me, his erection pressed against my stomach. I can’t wait to finally claim him as mine.

I lay him down on the bed gently, crawling on top of him. His hands grab my waist, and I bend down to kiss him, my lips wandering to his cheek and down his neck before making my way down his chest, placing kisses everywhere before attacking one of his nipples. I let my teeth graze over the little bud while my fingers move to the other nipple, twisting it slightly. Luca gasps, his fingers finding their way to my hair.

“Tell me if you don’t like something I do,” I mutter against his skin.

“Just…” he pauses. “Don’t stop.”

I smirk against his skin, peppering him with kisses before sucking at his nipple again. When I feel that I have teased him enough, I move further downwards, my lips brushing over his erection. It draws the first moan from Luca, making him arch his back.

I love how he isn’t holding back any noises and reactions. He squirms and writhes and moans, showing me what he likes and where he enjoys being touched. When I move between his legs and take his cock in my mouth, I can see him clasping the sheets and spreading his legs further. “You’re so hot,” I whisper against his cock, glistening it up with my spit.

I use my hands to stroke him to full hardness, taking it slow to give me enough time to prepare him and to tease him a little. He is panting heavier now, and I take it as my cue to move things further. Bending a bit forward, I take a bottle of lube out of my bedside drawer and lubricate my fingers with it, making sure they are warm but slicked up. I put his legs on my shoulders to lift him up a bit while my fingers move between his ass cheeks. I can notice his surprise when I insert the first finger. He stiffens slightly, but I make sure to give him the time he needs to adjust.

“Relax,” I say softly. “You’re safe with me. And if you want me to stop, you can say so anytime, and I—”

“No,” he blurts out. “Don’t stop!”

His hands find their way back to my hair and push me downwards again. He is so bold. I love it. I try to prepare him thoroughly, adding a second and a third finger to stretch him for intrusion, all the while, I make sure that he remains hard under my ministrations.

“Jun,” he begs, a shudder going through his body when I push my fingers against his soft spot. “I need you inside me! Now!”

“As you wish.” I smirk. I slick myself up before kneeling between his legs, grabbing him by his hips, pulling him upwards a bit so that I can enter him easily.

He gasps when he feels the tip of my cock pressing into his opening. Fuck, he is still so tight. His fingers basically claw into my thighs while he holds on to me. I push into him slowly until I’m buried inside him completely.