Page 34 of Forsaken Desire (Ruthless Wolves #1)

I lay against Lucian in his large bathtub, reveling in the warmth. He’d eventually calmed me down from my verging panic when I’d woken with gentle touches and convinced me to take a bath with him.

Water splashed over my chest, trickling down my breasts. Lucian swiped his thumb against my hard nipple.

The touch sent tingles to my clit. I lifted my hips like he was touching me between the legs. I couldn’t help but react to him.

His hand spanned against my rib cage and slid down, but his hand traveled lower and lower. He grazed the neat strip of hair between my legs. A shiver crested up my spine, and I exhaled harshly.

His fingers massaged my pubic area and slowly inched lower.

“Breathe, Princess,” he ordered huskily. I did as he said, relaxing against him. His skillful fingers caressed the entrance of my sex, rubbing and touching without going in.

Lucian pressed his lips against my ear and growled. The sound sent shivers down my body, making my core contract.

I gasped, trying not to wriggle and send the water over the lip of the tub. His other hand slid back up to my breast, cupping the weight and gently squeezing. While he kept up the soothing squeezes, one of his digits slipped inside me.

My lips parted on an inhale.

He chuckled, and my channel clasped his finger.

“Greedy little mate.”

He thrust his finger inside again and worked a second in beside it, increasing the pressure. There was too much feeling, and I couldn’t stop writhing. He rubbed against the walls of my channel, making my legs twitch like crazy. Every inch of my body was beginning to stiffen.

Then he curled his finger, touching something deep and intense. I came with a cry, at the mercy of his gentle pumping.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, riding the wave of delicious relief.

The swell crested, easing the tension in my limbs. Whimpering, I grabbed his forearm, loving how his arm flexed as he pumped his finger inside me.

I settled in the cage of his arms.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Lucian groaned into my hair.

“I’m not done with you.”

He tugged me higher, curling his arms under me while he stood. Liquid dripped down my body, and I threw my arms around his neck to steady myself. He easily curled me in his arms.

“You’ll get the floor all wet,” I admonished. He reached over my head toward the shelf to the side of the tub and pulled. He plopped one of the towels on my belly and another on the outside of the tub.

With care, he wrapped it around my torso and stepped out, getting to his bed quickly. We dropped onto the bed together, his weight landing on me.

He buried his nose in my neck and nuzzled. I couldn’t help but laugh, writhing at the ticklish sensation. Once he kissed his claiming mark on my neck, that had settled into my skin like the faint blush of a birthmark, he slid down my body, hovering over my chest.

He kissed the tattoo spelling out his name. I shivered, running my fingers into his hair.

My fingers slipped out of the strands as he traveled lower. He spread my legs, peering down at my sex.

“Your pussy needs a rest,” he rumbled, touching my entrance. Even that had me going. My channel flexed like he was inside me.

He rubbed my thigh and slid to my hip. With a smooth nudge, he rolled me onto my belly.

I flopped with my cheek against the mattress. My hands fell at my sides, and I spread my fingers.

His steps retreated.

Without moving, I waited with bated breath.

Footsteps nearing told me he had returned. Then it was his touch against my ass. He grazed my skin, massaging with both hands, rubbing his thumb into the stiff muscles of my lower back.

I moaned, becoming limp.

Once I felt like a noodle, a wrapper sounded, and then a loud pop. He spread cold lube along the cleft of my ass, slowly working his finger against the puckered entrance.

“I’ll make every part of you mine.”

He pushed his finger into my ass with ease. He retreated it with a hum, before pushing two fingers in. He slid them in and out several times, making me pant, before they disappeared. The bed jostled, and his warm shaft slapped against the cleft.

Slick gathered between my legs. Even though I was raw from him fucking me and claiming me, it didn’t stop my need. The press of his tip against my second entrance caused me to tense.

“Shh, darling, relax.” One of his hands gently rubbed my lower spine where my ass began. He pushed inside, and his massaging hand kept me nice and relaxed.

This oddly full feeling was kind of nice. He pumped and glided into my ass, stopping shy of his knot pushing inside me. I cried out at the foreign intrusion.

His hand settling on the mattress jostled me. Our rough panting mingled.

Lucian withdrew, the pressure stealing my breath. His next thrust jolted me forward. Now that I’d relaxed, there was something so sinful and delicious about my mate fucking my ass.

Another pump had me crying out, slick dripping from my sex.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled. With my hands pushing into the mattress, I started to push my ass backward, taking him harder. Each time, he managed to stop before his knot entered.

A whine slipped from my mouth, and he groaned into my ear. All that served in doing was turning me on more. I pushed back harder, and his knot pushed against the tight entrance.

I gasped, feeling it shove inside the slightest bit. As soon as the stretch began to feel too intense, he pulled back.

“I won’t knot your ass until you’ve gotten used to me.” His whispered words were pure decadence. I wiggled under him.

“Claim me,” I whined, wanting him to move. He chuckled and finally gave in, pumping with quick, shallow jerks. I bunched the bedsheet, crying out and pushing back greedily.

“Lucian,” I whined. He grabbed my hair, pulling it back with a gentle tug. Shivers erupted down my spine. His palm settled on my breast, squeezing.

My release forced me under, stealing my breath. I cried out, the orgasm seeming to come from a different place. His cock remained inside my ass, but I couldn’t stop moving.

Finally, my senses returned, and I raggedly panted. Lucian’s pumping hips stalled, and he moaned my name.

Fuck, that was hot .

Warm jets filled my ass, and his cock popped out, spraying his cum over my lower back.

His shaft ground against my butt, and he panted in my ear, his grip on my hair loosening. The whole of his weight fell on top of me. As heavy as it was, it was comforting. I wouldn’t be able to stay like this long with my breathing restricted, but I liked it.

Lucian rolled to his side, taking me with him. He continued gently pumping his cum-covered cock against the cleft of my ass.

I nestled into the bed, riveted by the sound of his breathing.

“Sorry, I messed things up for you,” I yawned. “That you didn’t get the land.”

Lucian clasped me tight to him.

“You saved me,” he whispered, his low voice rumbling. I shivered, placing my hands over his while he gently pumped inside me again.