Page 20 of Lost Wolf (Exiled Omegas #2)

Twenty

Ollie

Later, Luke finds me alone on the deck staring out into the woods as the moon rises over the tree line. We’re planning to head to Rockcastle early tomorrow, so we spent most of the day trying to prepare for what might be a sticky situation.

The laws regarding leaving or being released from a pack are extremely convoluted, especially when you take into account the fact that not all packs follow the same version of laws. With a pack like Rockcastle… there’s no telling how this visit might go.

Even though Luke and I are fated mates, there’s a not insignificant chance Rockcastle might argue that I was never released from their pack and that, without a formal mating agreement, I have to stay there. And even if they don’t protest the mating, they could still request to be compensated for the loss of a pack member—something Sweet Water probably can’t afford.

But we won’t know what’s going to happen until we get there, so I’m trying my best to put it out of my mind.

Luke wraps his arms around my waist and nuzzles his face against my neck. I lean into his touch, letting it pull me out of my head and ground me in the present.

“Why don’t we go to bed,” he says, his breath brushing against my skin, sending a shiver down my back. “It’s been a long day and tomorrow might be even longer.”

So much for putting it out of my mind …

“Because of the drive or because Rockcastle might refuse to let me leave once we get there?” I sigh, angling my head up to see his face.

“The drive isn’t any longer than the one we took up here.” Luke gives me a soft smile and kisses the tip of my nose. “And you know I’m not going to let them keep you. I don’t care what they say. You’re mine now.”

It isn’t the first time he’s said those words to me, but it’s the first time they don’t feel entirely true.

And I desperately want them to be.

“But I’m not,” I say, turning in his arms and running my nose up his neck. “Not fully. Not yet.” I press a kiss to his collarbone. “Keir said I shouldn’t wait if I know what I want.” My gaze meets his. “Well, I want you .”

He leans back, eyes widening in surprise. “Are you saying…?”

“That I want you to claim me?” I lick my lips and give him a sly smile. “Yes. I want that. Tonight. Now.”

Luke doesn’t seem convinced. He cups my face with one hand, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. “Are you sure?”

“It’s one way to make it less likely Rockcastle can take me away, right?”

He frowns. “Maybe, but I don’t want that to be the only reason you’re doing this.”

“It’s not,” I say, grabbing his hand and placing it over my heart. “Fate brought us together and this connection between us is everything to me. I don’t even care that I have no past, because I know you’re my future. Yes, some of that feeling is partially just biology at work, but that isn’t the only thing going on here.”

He glances away. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

I raise my brows. “Take advantage? I get that as far as I can remember, I’m a virgin, but I’m not a blushing one. Being with you feels right.”

“But—”

“Luke, make me yours forever,” I whisper, leaning forward and pressing my lips against his.

The change in him is almost immediate, any doubt gone as he pushes his tongue against my lips and devours my mouth. A low growl rumbles in his chest, the vibration sending a shiver of desire down my spine.

I cup his face, one hand on either cheek, and deepen the kiss as his hands tighten on my hips. He lets out a low groan against my lips, pulling me flush against his body until I can feel his erection through the fabric of his pants. His hands delve into the back of my pants, cupping my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as the desire ramps up between us.

“Don’t mind me,” says Keir in an amused voice. “I just live here.”

Oops .

Cheeks burning with embarrassment, I hide my face in Luke’s chest. “Sorry.”

“We’ll take it upstairs,” mumbles Luke, his hands moving to somewhere more appropriate now that we’re not alone.

“No worries,” says Keir, laughing. “I’ve been there. That new mating bond feel is pretty heady.” Luke grabs my hand and pulls me toward the door as Keir laughs again and calls out after us, “Don’t forget a condom!”

Luke practically runs up the stairs, tugging me along behind him. After a quick detour into the bathroom so I can grab one of the condoms Keir left, Luke pulls me into the bedroom. He wastes no time once the door is closed behind us, picking me up by the waist and tossing me onto the bed with a growl. I giggle, bouncing a little on the mattress.

Luke crawls onto the bed and hovers above me, his mouth finding mine as he presses his tongue past my lips, settling into a deep, languid kiss. Pins prick at the back of my neck, and Luke releases my mouth to slowly kiss his way down the side of my jaw, pausing to bite gently at my collarbone. The feeling of his teeth against my skin pulls an almost desperate whine from my throat as I rock up against his erection.

He moves away from my neck and I whimper at the loss, but before I have time to complain, he yanks my shirt over my head and his teeth return to nipping at my skin as he runs his thumbs over my nipples, a low growl vibrating in his throat.

I thrust my hips upward again, my movements jerky and near frantic as I search for the friction I need so much. I’m not able to do anything but whine and whimper, unable to put into words my desperation.

I need his hands.

I need his skin.

I need his touch.

And I just might die without them.

He makes a shushing noise and stills my hips, his hands holding me in place again. “There’s no need to rush. I want to make sure this is good for you.”

I don’t think this could be anything but amazing with him, but I’m too lust drunk to tell him that. The only thing that leaves my mouth is another keening whine and a whispered, “Please.”

Luke lets out a quiet chuckle and runs his nose over my cheek as he releases one side of my hips and uses his now free hand to tug his own shirt off. He pulls me up so I’m straddling his lap, our chests pressed together, his skin burning hot against mine as he takes my mouth again. I let out a low groan, losing myself to the flood of sensation.

Luke’s teeth return to my neck, and I whimper, my body on fire with want and need that only he can satisfy. I maneuver myself off his lap and lie face down on the bed, arching my back in invitation. Luke runs his fingers down my spine, gently tugging my pants the rest of the way off. He leans down to press a kiss on one ass cheek and then the other.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “So perfect.”

His whispered praise continues as he nuzzles the backs of my thighs and the curve of my ass. I squirm, my cock rubbing pleasantly against the sheets. But that’s not enough.

I need… more .

“Please,” I whine, the word so high-pitched as to be almost unrecognizable.

Luke tugs my hips up and strokes one hand over my ass before moving it around to wrap his fingers around my cock. With his other hand, he gently runs a finger over my hole, gathering the slippery substance male omegas produce, before slowly pushing his finger past my rim.

The pressure and fullness is exactly what my body wants, but it’s still not enough. I whine again and he shushes me, pressing a kiss to the base of my spine.

One finger becomes two, then three, the hand on my cock moving in a slow, steady rhythm until I’m not sure if I want to push forward into his hand or back onto his fingers. Before I have a chance to decide, he removes his fingers and releases my cock.

I whine. Again . Almost sobbing with desperation at the emptiness as the tingles on the back of my neck ramp up into something near painful.

But I’m not empty for long.

I hear the sound of a wrapper and a few seconds later, the head of Luke’s cock prods at my entrance. He sinks into me, a long, slow slide that pulls a low moan from me. He’s not small, so the pressure teeters on the edge of uncomfortable, but once I adjust the feeling is… indescribable.

Picking up speed, he glides in and out with a steady motion, his hands anchoring my hips in place and his fingers digging in to my skin. Spots dance behind my eyes as he adjusts the angle of his hips, and I let out a low keening whine. The sparks of pleasure dancing along my nerve endings crescendo, and my vision almost whites out as my orgasm washes over me and I shoot onto the sheets below me.

Luke pauses long enough to gently brush the hair away from my neck, then leans down and plunges his teeth into my skin, spearing me in place with both mouth and cock as his own orgasm shudders through him. That mix of pleasure and pain is enough to send me an aftershock through me—not another orgasm, but damn close—as Luke pants against the back of my neck.

He wraps an arm around my chest and tugs me so I’m lying on my side away from the puddle of cum on the sheets, his softening cock still inside me. He laps gently at the back of my neck, the spot where he just bit to finalize our bond, sending tingles of pleasure through my body with each brush of his tongue.

“ Mine ,” he says, his voice near feral.

“Yours,” I reply, relaxing into his hold. Finally .