Page 13 of Forsaken Desire (Ruthless Wolves #1)

Garnering more courage, I slipped my fingers into his hair. He was my mate, my everything. Our mate bond hummed in my chest, the sensation heady and delicious.

“Lucian,” I whimpered. He groaned, and his palms settled on my waist. He lifted my hips, guiding me in a delicious grinding motion.

My legs began to shake from the building intensity.

“Lucian—I—This—” My moan cut me off, and I shot into an orgasm.

I frantically moved against him, grinding down as I rode the wave.

So much blissful pleasure. I leaned forward and pressed my teeth into his chest lightly, at first. My stifled primitive urges rushed forward.

I sank my teeth deeper into his skin. Mine.

Mate . He grunted, and I immediately slackened my jaw.

“Sorry,” I breathed, wincing. I couldn’t claim him until he knew who I was, so it was a good thing it wasn’t a Blood Moon tonight.

The only time bonds could be completed. I refused to bind him to me until he knew everything, because he deserved to know who he was tying himself to.

His hands flexed at my waist, and he slid up until he cupped the sides of my breasts.

Heat flared up my chest, making its way to my cheeks.

“Claim me all you want, Princess,” he said, voice raspy. The insistent prod of his cock against my leg caused my pussy to clench. His hazel eyes settled on my bare breasts, and the irises dilated. A hum left his throat, the sound sexy, I couldn’t help grinding on his thigh again.

The feel of his mouth against my needy flesh rushed through my brain. He felt mind-blowingly good. Lucian slid down until his leg was no longer between my thighs. He fixed his eyes on my breasts.

Immediately, I lifted my hands to cover myself, but he pressed my hands to my side.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Princess,” he murmured.

My chest pumped with my ragged breaths. He slowly lowered and placed his lips to the tip of my hard nipple.

“They’re such a pretty brown color.” He kissed my other nipple, and my body jolted like I’d been electrocuted.

The zing traveled to my pussy, and my hips lifted toward his weight on me.

“Lucian, please . . .” I trailed off. I knew what sex was, but the words stuck in my throat. But I didn’t need to say any more. He jerked as if he had been struck, and a growl spilled from his mouth. My channel fluttered at the sound, needing to be filled.

“Is my mate needy?” he murmured. My lips parted. His husky words were like a caress. His nose rubbed against the skin between my breasts, and he dragged it down until he was at my belly button. Then he stilled.

What was he looking at?

His fingertips rubbed against the thin tattoo across my rib cage. I gasped and tried to shoot up to find something to cover it with. I hadn’t meant to show him.

“I’m not a weirdo, I swear,” I choked out.

“I got it a long time ago, while I was still—” I clamped my lips tight.

I almost outed myself. My heart was beating so hard that it was a surprise I hadn’t passed out.

Lucian didn’t move, still caressing my tattoo.

I swallowed hard, trying not to writhe under his touch.

“Years ago?” he growled.

“Y-yes,” I whispered. Another rumble built in his chest, and this time there was a violent edge to it.

He lunged to hover over me. I startled, but I didn’t have time to brace myself because his lips were on mine, licking and tonguing me.

He kissed me with such fervor that I couldn’t help but grind up to try and feel his abdomen against my bare sex.

I was so slick. I whimpered and writhed.

His hand cupped the tattoo, and he pulled back the slightest bit to growl, “Mine.”

In a swift move, he rolled me onto my belly and yanked my hips up until my ass was in the air.

I gasped from the suddenness. He tossed me around like I weighed nothing. My cheek smushed into the pillow. He pressed his hot mouth on my sex, but his hands remained on my hips. His tongue speared through my entrance, and he hummed.

Instinctively, I wiggled, trying to get more of his licks. My reaction was so embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it. He swiped his tongue up my cleft and pushed against the pucker of my asshole. I stiffened at the foreign sensation.

“Shhh, Princess, relax.” His guttural tone sent a shiver down my spine, and my body listened, trusting its mate.

His palm smoothed over the side of my hip.

He returned to licking my channel, sliding up my slit in a smooth glide.

I moaned against the linen, bunching the comforter in my fists.

I gyrated against his mouth, and the thrust of his tongue quickened. I couldn’t stop shaking.

Cries and moans spilled from my lips. The wave of bliss crashed into me, and I screamed into the blankets, yanking and tugging at the fabric. I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath because he lifted his mouth from my sex, and then a foreign stretch in my channel made everything hazy.

The throb of my pussy erased the slight pinch. I pushed back, spearing myself fully onto his girth. He inhaled sharply, and one of his hands settled over the tattoo on my side, while the other wrapped around the back of my neck, pinning me onto the bed.

“Mine,” he snarled, grinding his pelvis against mine. The thickness at his base stretching me. I whimpered and spread my knees wider. “Take my knot, precious mate.”

He pulled his hips back, and that thickness popped out of my core, rubbing against my clit. I twitched under him, and he repeated the rub of it against the bud.

“Fuck, yes, take me like that.” His words blended into one another, taking on a mumbling cadence. “Good mate.”

He drilled his cock into my channel, ripping another orgasm free. I screamed into the bedding. My hearing buzzed and faded. I twitched under him as he grabbed my hips, fortunately, because I no longer had the strength to hold myself up.

He growled and ground against me. The pressure inside me intensified, and I screamed again, another orgasm taking away my ability to breathe.

His roar echoed in my ear. His cock throbbed and jutted heat inside me. All I could focus on was the warmth and how good it felt. I moved forward and couldn’t—I yelped from the pressure of trying to.

“I have you, Princess.” He rolled onto his back, arm banded around my belly, and tucked me against his body, keeping me flush to him. “Relax, I don’t want my knot hurting you.”

A knot?

I had no idea what it was, but I had a feeling it had something to do with my inability to pull off him.

His hand slid up and cupped my side where I had the tattoo. The touch caused my channel to flex around his length, and I moaned, need flaring painfully.

One of my cellmates used to go on about getting out and getting fucked. About desperately missing it. I had never understood, but now I did. My mate was everything to me, and if I’d had him before I’d been incarcerated, I would have whined about it every day too.

His fingertips played over my rib cage.

“Does my tattoo bother you?” I whispered.

Would he think I was crazy? The odds that I’d gotten his name tattooed on me while in prison were exponentially low, but it just proved that fate knew what it was doing.

He was mine, and he always would be. He groaned and sniffed my hair.

That was only from my end, though. I could see how he’d think I was weird for it.

I scratched at my cuticle, waiting for his response.

Oh, no, would he assume it was the name of another man? Was that why he was fixated on it?

“I don’t know another Lucian.” I cleared my throat.

“I’ve never met someone with your name before you.

” I wet my bottom lip. Or any other men, really.

Not after where I’d been the last few years—and the guards didn’t count.

He didn’t say anything, and I huffed a breath out.

I wanted to move away from him and hide.

The intimacy of having him stuck inside me enhanced how vulnerable I was. “Lucian . . .”

“Yes, Princess?” His voice sounded rough and unsteady. More than anything, I wanted to look into his eyes.

“I love your knot.”

His body shook against me, and he buried his nose into the crook of my neck, breathing harshly.

He ground harder against me, wrenching a cry from my lips.

The pressure turned painful, but once he stopped moving, it stopped, replaced by searing pleasure.

I shivered, gripping his forearm banded around me.

“You drive me crazy.” He nipped the shell of my ear. A rumble vibrated his chest, so intense it sent a tremble south.

The pressure in my channel relaxed, and I gasped from the release. He pulled out of my channel with a wet pop. Liquid dripped from my sex and slicked down my inner thighs. He slid out from under me, and I landed on the mattress, staring up at his narrowed eyes.

He took my hand and guided it to his still stiff cock.

“You’re so big.” I licked my lips. “Are all male shifters graced with this girth?”

“This is the only cock you have to think about.” It sounded like a threat. The corners of my lips twitched. I liked my mate jealous.

With my hand around his length, I squeezed, using the slickness against my hand to rub his cock. Having him against me aroused me. I slid my other hand over his neck, trailing my fingertips along his strong jaw.

“And it’s the only cock I’ve ever had,” I admitted, my face warm, but I said it with pride.

I’d always wondered if I’d been sexually active, but after the sensation tonight, I had no doubt I’d never done that before.

I’d waited for my mate. He jerked like I’d punched him.

I knew he hadn’t done the same, and a twisted part of me needed to know about his past.

“How many women have you been with?” I met his eyes with mine wide. His lips were parted, gaze scanning my face. “Lucian?” I asked hesitantly.

His phone went off, and I jumped, but he didn’t twitch; he was frozen above me. I pulled my hand away from his cock and poked his chest.

“Get your call!” With my shout, he shoved off me and strode over to the nightstand.

“What?” he snarled. I couldn’t hear anything from the other end, but he growled. I didn’t tear my gaze away from his tapered muscles. Shivering more from desire than from the cold, I tugged the blanket over my nudity. “She didn’t fucking dare.”

Who was she ?

I frowned so hard I could feel my eyebrows scrunching.

“I’ll be right there.” He cut the call and tossed the phone onto the nightstand with a clatter. Grabbing the front of the slacks loosely hanging at his hips, he pulled them up and fastened the zipper.

He strode over to me. He leaned down and gripped my chin.

“We’ll continue this conversation,” he said gruffly.

“It was a simple question,” I mumbled. He was avoiding it, though, and that told me everything I needed to know.

“We will continue this discussion, and I will answer all of your questions.” His eyes flicked to the side, and he pressed his lips against mine. “I’ll be back to pick you up for your shift.”

I stayed on the bed, dizzy from how fast he’d walked away, shirt dangling from his fingers.

Those long, beautiful, sinful fingers. I laughed and kicked my feet under the blanket.

Soreness radiated across my lower half, but the decadent sensation between my legs only made me more excited to see him again.

I stilled, grinning at the ceiling. He was everything I could have hoped for.

Loud ringing interrupted my thoughts, and I reached for my cell on the nightstand, dragging the blanket around myself.

“Hello?” I said cautiously.

“Joey, get dressed and send me your address. I’m taking you to meet the Alpha.” It was Karol.

“Now?” I peeked at the time on my phone. It was close to midnight.

“A pack text went out, we’re all required on the Alpha’s land. Unless you want to wait?—”

“No,” I replied quickly. The faster I had that sorted, the better. “I’ll see you soon.” I typed the address and sent it to her. Once I grabbed my towel, I headed to the bathroom.

Wouldn’t want to smell like sex, meeting my temporary new Alpha. I couldn’t help but feel giddy. That must have been why Lucian had left so abruptly.

My stomach turned until nerves took over. I’d enjoy surprising him with my arrival.