Page 7 of Forsaken Desire (Ruthless Wolves #1)

H is embrace was vise-like, and my heart skipped multiple beats. I couldn’t move from how hard my pulse pounded. A burn started at the bridge of my nose.

Him holding me felt so good. I curled my fingers into his dress shirt, clutching it. He mimicked my attempt to get closer.

Heat radiated from his large form, seeping into every inch of my senses.

With his arms still around me, he started pulling me backward without letting go.

Until he lay down on the bed and dragged me onto his lap.

Both my legs were draped over one side of his legs.

I squeezed my arms tight to my side to keep the towel secured.

Keeping myself in line would be harder than I thought. All I wanted to do was touch him.

What if I scared him away with my clinginess?

I pressed my lips into a thin line.

“You smell delicious,” he murmured, lowering his head until the tips of the strands grazed my cheek.

Insistently, his nose pressed against my neck as he audibly inhaled. A wet sensation lashed across my throat, and I jerked in his arms. Tingles erupted across my skin, raising goose bumps.

“Did you just lick me?” I mumbled, more from shock than actually asking the question. His chest vibrated, and those thick, muscled arms banded around me tightly, bringing me flush to him.

His hard cock pressed against my hip, and my face warmed, the riptide of my blush traveling down my neck.

It was suddenly burning hot in here. He would be my first anything .

At least from what I remembered. Not that I didn’t know what sex was or how it worked.

Tate used to go on about her conquests in great detail.

When she discovered I didn’t remember anything from my life, she took pleasure in shocking me with every sordid detail involving sex.

I pulled my knees up until my feet settled on the mattress. Scooting closer, I stopped once his hard shaft settled against my hip.

Breathing became a little more difficult and without meaning too, I wiggled. The movement applied pressure to my clit.

I exhaled a breathy moan, and he stiffened.

His eyes caught the light filtering out of the bathroom.

His pupils dilated, and his gaze became unfocused.

His nostrils flared as he took in a lungful of air.

With ease that frightened me, he gripped my thighs, stood with me in his arms, and turned to place me on the bed.

I landed with a huff, my arms sliding off his shoulders as he loomed over me.

He inched lower on the bed, which creaked with each movement.

I dropped to my back, finding myself staring at the ceiling.

The towel was yanked free. I gasped, gawking up at him. Thank Moon I was angled so my side with the tattoo was in the shadows. His gaze stopped at my breasts. Under his attention, my nipples puckered.

The look in my mate’s eyes . . . I clenched my thighs together. His large hands engulfed my knees. He parted them, forcing them open wide, as far as I could stretch. I took the opportunity to lay my arm across my midsection, using my arm to cover my ink.

He hummed, and the sexual purr made my core clench.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re so wet for me.” I held my breath as he lowered. He grazed his nose up my slit, stopping against my clit.

I pushed onto my elbows, wanting a better view.

I accidentally moved my leg, and he growled.

His hands resettled against my inner thigh, the large palm almost engulfing it.

My eyes widened, and I froze. The light from the bathroom washed pale across his features.

He looked violent, hungry, and wild—close to losing control.

I licked my lips, staring into those ravenous eyes.

I frowned at him but didn’t look away. Another growl against my core sent waves of pleasure through my pussy.

Oh, he wanted me to submit to him.

I sucked my lips into my mouth, biting them, but I didn’t back down. His eyelids narrowed, and a louder growl seemed to become a physical thing, which reached for my clit, wrapping around it.

An odd tension spasmed through my lower body, accompanied by heat. My mouth parted on a moan. He exhaled so hard I could feel the heat of his breath waft against my sex. His growl heightened a notch, and my body exploded.

I broke our stare as my head thrashed from side to side, plastering my damp hair to my cheeks.

Waves of pleasure rippled through my pussy as it throbbed and tried to hug something that was not there.

I’d never experienced something so mind-altering.

My belly tightened as a ripple shuddered over my skin.

Lucian rubbed his nose against my clit, and I twitched, letting out another moan. I couldn’t help making noises; they came out with such volume it was embarrassing. The small throbs subsided, and I went limp.

I groaned and rolled my head to the side to glare down at him.

“You come so prettily, Princess.” There was more awareness in his gaze now, and the primitive urges no longer controlled his actions.

His long, masculine fingers glided up my hips, caressing the skin. He pressed butterfly kisses to the top of my thigh. He returned to my core. Suddenly, he thrust his tongue inside me.

“Lucian,” I squeaked and tensed to get up.

To stop his progression and get away. I wanted to take off running to ease the pounding of my heart.

I’d been too busy ogling his massive frame.

I only got a flash of his wide grin, and he repeated the thrust of his tongue.

My face was burning, and it only spread down my chest. The embarrassment caught up to me, and I tried to close my legs.

Lucian forced my thighs apart, ignoring my resistance. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden exposure.

“Such a good, wet girl,” he murmured, and I became a lifeless noodle.

This was intense and new. The orgasm he wrung from me had already fried my brain, and it didn’t seem like he was done.

It took everything in me to keep my arm covering the ink.

Even though my side was in the shadows, I didn’t want to risk him seeing it until I was ready to address it.

“Lucian,” I whispered, trying to wrap my head around this.

That was my first cataclysmic orgasm, and now this sexy, older, god-like man bent between my legs to give me another.

I couldn’t have conjured this from my fantasies.

I wouldn’t have known how, that was how sexy he was.

Thank Moon, I’d shaved down there. His dark hair fluttered and grazed against my thighs as he dipped his head. What was he—“Lucian!”

My shout turned into a choppy breath as his tongue lapped at my wet pussy.

My channel flexed with every flick of his tongue.

I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to be filled more.

His mouth pressed harder against my sex, and the pressure was perfect.

Immediate toe curl. My spine jackknifed from the bed, and I whined.

My face was hot with embarrassment, but I couldn’t stop my whimpers and cries.

I slapped my palm over my mouth, cutting off my scream.

He paused his feast and lifted his head to gaze at me.

The corner of his mouth curved up, and his white teeth flashed predatorily.

I had no time to think before his head lowered again to lick me.

The smooth rasp of his tongue slid into my folds, dipping into the hidden depths with gentle possession. He rolled it to the top of my pussy, and I mewled.

He stilled at the sound, groaning against my core.

My entire body tensed and it felt like liquid leaked from my pussy with how wet he made me simply from making a sound.

At the following roll of his tongue, I shot into a spine-tingling release.

My thighs twitched to close, but all they did was fasten at his ears as he continued rolling his tongue from my entrance to my clit.

The euphoric high lowered an inch, and I found my fingers curled into his hair and my mouth opened on a cry.

“Breathe, Princess.”

As I sucked in oxygen, obeying his instruction, my lungs expanded painfully as they filled. I had forgotten to breathe.

My mate was incredibly talented.

He lifted, and wetness glinted off his lips and mouth.

Lucian was a crime against humanity. How did he have me in knots like this?

“Good mate,” he praised and flexed his fingers into my thighs. “I need more from you. Remember to breathe.” His deep voice held an edge of a growl.

“W-wait,” I stuttered.

It felt like cotton coated my mouth.

My mate didn’t listen, and his tongue speared into my depths. I arched with a whimper, my fingers twining in his hair. My hips twitched, and I tried to shy away from his insistent tongue, but he didn’t allow me to.

Lucian thrust his tongue in and out of my sheath, the shallow pumps forcing my legs to widen and the intense pressure turned sharp and delicious. From one movement to the next, I was grinding my wet heat against his mouth.

My eyes wouldn’t leave the seductive sight of his face buried between my legs and the way his head moved from side to side with the luscious flicks of his tongue.

My moans turned to whimpers, and without warning, another wave of heat blazed from my core and shot through every vein.

The bed dipped under my fingertips as I pressed them into the mattress, bunching the comforter near my ass.

I pulled myself up, exerting effort. My muscles were incredibly weak, but I wanted to see him eat me.

I hissed between my teeth as he slightly lifted, but it was enough for me to see something come out of me and spray across his face. My head fell back as I continued to come in a long, dragging orgasm that took the sensation from my body.

Was I floating?

He must have taken me to another dimension.

Reason invaded as my pussy throbbed with aftershocks. No. No. How embarrassing. Had I peed on him?