Page 10 of Forsaken Desire (Ruthless Wolves #1)

V anilla.

My stomach tingled, immediately sending comforting waves through my body. My mate.

Lucian’s warm chest pressed into my front, and I gasped at the tingles exploding through my gut.

The bond flared to life, and fuzzy heat spiked through my chest. Being with him completed me, and even though it frightened me, I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything.

Belonging to him would be the best gift I could ask for.

I smiled loopily up at him as his gaze reflected the little bit of light that spilled in from the cracked door. I’d never seen a wolf’s gaze glow this way. It was much like our ancestor wolves, except the thick membrane in our retina caused the reflection two-fold.

“What are you doing in here?” My breasts rubbed against his chest with each breath I took. Oh, my. Each graze against my nipples caused a spiral of need.

“To see you.”

He was killing me. I licked my lips and helplessly leaned forward until the tip of my nose dragged against his tweed coat.

Filling my lungs with his sweetness, I pushed to my tiptoes, trying to get closer to his neck where his scent would be most potent.

I couldn’t reach it; otherwise, I’d be all up in it.

“I mean, how did you get back here?” One corner of his lips lifted, and my stomach somersaulted.

“I’m capable of anything for you, Princess.”

“Oh.” I sighed, this time not managing to keep it in my head.

Until that moment, the flat of his palm dragged along my spine in a rhythmic motion, then it crept down.

His fingertips hooked on my skirt and slowly tugged it up, exposing my legs with each soft pull.

The fabrics rubbed together, and then his hand delved under my skirt, and the hem hooked on his wrist.

“Don’t rip my leggings,” I shakily whispered, and his digits flexed around my hip, his fingertips digging into skin until it felt like they verged on splitting me open.

The harsh pressure softened, and Lucian smoothed his palm up my spine.

If he hadn’t held me, I would have dropped to the ground in an ungraceful puddle.

His soft chuckle reached into my stomach and released a flurry of butterflies. A whine crawled up my throat, and his movement stiffened. Holy shit, how could his laugh get me going?

His teeth ground together, the sound loud and violent within the walls of the closet. Lucian flattened his other palm and smoothed it over the swell of my hip, this time stretching into my leggings. Without the material between us, his touch was electric.

Lucian moved his fingers to where my leg met my hip, grazing over my covered, needy clit. With a curve of his finger and a turn of his wrist, he delved beneath my underwear.

I sucked in a hard breath and was unable to expel it. His fingers slid between my folds until his palm pressed against my clit, and his fingers slid into my channel. My inability to breathe became worse.

“Let that pretty pussy suck on my fingers.” His words vibrated through my core, causing a throb. “Such a drenched, good girl.”

I shuddered, taking in the praise like a flower took in sunlight. He was my center, and I orbited around him, moving and shifting depending on him.

My neck refused to keep my head up, and my forehead thumped onto his chest. I squeezed my eyes shut as my pussy did as he predicted and sucked on his fingers.

He rubbed the walls of my core, wrenching a groan from my throat.

“Lucian.” My tone should have embarrassed me.

I gripped the lapels of his textured surface coat, clinging to him like my life depended on it.

It banded around the back of his neck, but he didn’t react to my weight.

Gyrating my hips wouldn’t be stopped by anything.

I could feel myself on the edge of the cliff.

Shifting to my tiptoes, I balanced as I tried to pump myself on his fingers.

“Do not move,” he hissed. He dipped his head, and his nose grazed against my forehead.

Crowding me backward, he pushed me against the shelving unit and slammed his palm against the surface, causing a vibrating thud.

I flattened against the cool metal. I whimpered, and the rush of movement caused his palm to rub against my clit, inflaming me to a dangerous level.

“Understand?” His growl sounded guttural. Words stuck in my throat, and I gritted my teeth, trying to still my ache to fuck myself on his fingers. “Answer me.”

A wave of moisture came from the throbbing of my core gripping his digits.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied quickly, the title slipping free after years of being around authority. The detention center guards were always particular about how we spoke to them.

He hummed, the sound pleased. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched him squeeze his own shut, corners crinkling from the force, lips fixed into a sneer. Shallow breaths pumped from him. With a quick shake of his head, his eyes opened, glinting at me.

“You’re mine,” he gritted out. He scissored his fingers with a twist in my pussy, and that was all I needed—I combusted.

I fell toward his gravitational pull, my forehead crashing into his chest. My lips grazed against his soft shirt, opening on a moan.

An embarrassingly loud noise I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted.

I ground myself on his fingers, and he wrung the rest of my throbbing release from my sex.

It was so odd how I could feel my channel grip him.

My breaths puffed in hard exhales, rustling my hair, which had fallen in front of my forehead.

“Little temptress,” he rumbled huskily. I weakly inched my head up, nuzzling my cheek against the shirt, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles.

The light filtering through the crack illuminated half his face.

He withdrew his fingers from my pussy, pulling a groan from my throat.

He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked the glinting skin free of the moisture, all the while taking my breath away at the utterly primitive growl he released.

He could have been eating a delicacy based on the shudder that rolled through his body.

“Delicious, mate.” He pinched my chin, forcing my head up.

He dipped, and his tongue flicked out to skim against my lips.

His sweet scent hugged me like a comforting blanket.

His fingers hooked on the hem of my skirt and forced it up to my hips.

“Take your leggings off.” I stood there, dumbfounded, for a beat.

“Now.” His bark jolted me into action, and I wiggled them down along with my underwear.

I must not have gone fast enough because he dropped to his knees and yanked my leg off the floor.

I flailed, clinging on to his hair. He freed me from one side while the rest of my clothing hung to the side.

With a jerk, he hooked my leg over his shoulder.

His large palms propped my ass, keeping me suspended.

Without compunction, his mouth covered my clit. I yelped from the assault. His tongue flicked against the hypersensitive bud, making me twitch. He twisted his tongue, and I felt like I was on clouds.

Oh my, I never knew it could feel like this.

My legs twitched, and the one on his shoulder clamped close to his ear. That tongue of his moved downward and dipped into my sex. I tilted my hips, wanting him deeper.

I was so close to coming again. I didn’t have a moment to catch my breath; a scream echoed off the small closet, sounding from far away.

I floated, suspended in the air, struggling to breathe with each second as he lapped my need.

Liquid trickled down the thigh I stood on.

My face flushed, and the heat crept downward to my chest.

A buzz broke through my embarrassingly loud pants. Lucian’s shoulders moved as he lashed one forearm at my ass, holding me up while his other hand fished something out of his pocket.

“Hmm,” he mumbled, still eating me out.

I floundered for words, trying to pull away, but he didn’t let go. His tongue flicked my clit. The feminine voice on the other end was too low for me to make out anything more than a long litany of high-pitched words. He hummed again, making me twitch against him.

“Lucian.” His shouted name was loud enough to hear.

I frowned. The woman on the other end sounded angry.

He quickly chased away my retreat with an aggressive lap of his tongue.

I cried out, and my hips helplessly moved to press my pussy closer to his mouth.

I could hear his name shouted again. He shut the call off and slipped the phone into his pocket.

With a final lick at my slit, he pulled back, looking up at me from his knees.

He moved his arm from my ass, and I slumped into the shelves at my back.

“There you are, all clean.” He gently lifted my leg by the calf and slipped my foot through the hole of my underwear and the other half of my tights.

I could only watch him, at a complete loss for words, as he tugged them over my hips. He stood, and I dropped my eyes, straightening my skirt by wiggling from side to side. He reached overhead, and a click flooded the small room with light.

Look him in the eyes, come on, I can do it.

I licked my lips nervously and forced them up an inch, then tensed in horror. No way.

Bianca had placed a toiletry bag in my things, and among the products were some trial tubes of makeup, all of which were now transferred onto the front of his brilliantly white button-down.

I gasped. “I am so sorry.” I frantically patted at the smears. “I’m making it worse,” I cried, hovering my hands over his pecs.

He caught my fingers, stopping their hectic waving. The corners of his mouth curled up enticingly. The chatter of voices seeped through the crack in the door. People were in the hall. Horror enveloped me. Or had they been there the whole time?

I pulled the door shut until it clicked.

“We need to go,” I whispered. “You should leave first. If someone asks how you got back here, tell them I let you in.”

Lucian studied me, awareness filtering into his expression. “You could lose your job.”

“It’ll be okay,” I said, trying for nonchalant even though the thought filled me with so much anxiety. “You’re more important than a job.”

A muscle jumped in his cheek. My words seemed to have reset him or something. Just as I was becoming concerned, his palms flatted on the shelves at either side of my head, caging me. His nose burrowed into my neck, and the rough graze of his teeth rasped my skin.

I quickly put my palm to his chest, stopping him and shrinking. I wanted him to claim me in every way imaginable, but what if he found out about my past and hated me for trapping him?

I shuddered at the idea of him no longer touching me with such reverence. It would shatter me. No, I couldn’t allow him to sink his teeth into me and cement our bond until after I told him, but I wasn’t ready for that anyway.

“My break is over soon. I have to get back,” I whispered.

“I’ll see you later, Princess,” he murmured, chuckling against my temple.

“Wait.” I gripped his wrist and poked my head out the door. “Coast is clear.”

The little smile on his lips gave the odd impression that he was laughing at me. As soon as he disappeared, I stumbled out of the small storage closet, my legs shaking with each step.

I clutched my chest, my heart still pounding like mad, and my legs trembling slightly. I couldn’t believe I’d done that. The farther I got away from the closet, the more exhilaration took the wheel.

I feared the grin plastered on my face would never disappear.

“Josephine,” Alex called out. I whirled so fast I teetered on my heels. He grabbed my arm, helping steady me. “Where are you going so fast?”

“I’m getting my phone.” I motioned in the direction of the lockers.

His nose twitched, and he swayed toward me, inhaling. I cleared my throat, choosing to ignore the odd way he sniffed me again.

“Ah, thanks.” I pulled my arm from his hold and kept on my path to the lockers.

“We should go see a movie sometime.”

“Like at a theater?” I hadn’t gone to a theater in years. I sped up my pace.

“Yeah, or my house if you’re down for it.” He widened his stride. If I went any faster, I’d be close to jogging.

“Sure, that sounds fun,” I said, not really meaning it. My mate would not want me hanging out with another male, just as I didn’t want him around any female, so I wouldn’t disrespect him. With a final wave at Alex, I escaped inside the locker room.