Page 41 of Unbearable Attraction (Hollow Oak Mates #4)

LEENAH

T he engagement celebration at The Griddle & Grind had been everything Leenah could have wanted—warm, genuine, and filled with the laughter of people who'd become her chosen family.

But now, walking back to her cottage with Luka's hand warm in hers, she felt a different kind of anticipation building.

"Thank you," she said as they reached her front door.

"For what?"

"For asking me to marry you in the grove, with dirt under your fingernails and hope in your voice." She turned to face him, her engagement ring catching the porch light. "For making it about us, not some grand gesture designed to impress other people."

"I wanted it to be real," he said simply. "Like everything else between us."

Inside, Minerva greeted them with a satisfied purr, as if she'd been expecting this development all along. The cottage felt different somehow, more like the beginning of something than a comfortable ending to the day.

"Coffee?" Leenah offered, though what she really wanted was to keep talking about the future they were planning together.

"Actually, I'd rather just sit with you for a while. Process the fact that we're really doing this."

They settled on her couch, and the conversation that followed was unlike any they'd shared before. Not the careful negotiations of two independent people figuring out how to be together, but the open planning of partners who'd committed to building something lasting.

"I want kids," Luka said at some point, the admission coming out quietly. "Not right away, but eventually. I want to give children the kind of love and support my clan gave me before everything went wrong."

"What if they inherit both our gifts?" Leenah asked, curling closer to his warmth. "A child who can speak to spirits and channel earth magic? That's going to be complicated."

"All kids are complicated. But at least ours will grow up knowing they're loved exactly as they are." He tightened his grip around her. "No hiding what makes them special, no being shipped off to relatives who don't understand their abilities."

"You really think we can do this? Build the kind of family that survives supernatural politics and magical emergencies?"

"I think we can do anything together," he replied with certainty that made her believe it too.

Later, as the conversation wound down and comfortable silence settled between them, Leenah realized she wanted to show him exactly how happy his proposal had made her. Not just with words, but with actions that expressed what their engagement meant to her.

"Luka," she said softly, shifting to face him more directly.

"Yeah?"

"I love you. More than I thought I could love anyone. And I want to spend tonight showing you exactly how grateful I am that you chose to build a life with me."

The conversation that followed was tender and intimate, filled with quiet promises and gentle touches as they explored what their engagement meant beyond the practical aspects of wedding planning.

This wasn't just physical attraction, though that was certainly present.

This was the physical expression of their spiritual bond, deeper and more meaningful than anything either had experienced before.

Leenah led him to her bed after enough teasing had ensued and instructed him to lay down.

Leenah’s pulse hammered in her ears as she gazed up at Luka’s towering frame, moonlight dancing over the planes of his chestnut hair and broad shoulders.

He stood at the foot of the bed, flannel peeled back from his arms to reveal skin dusted with cedar-scented sweat and the intricate claw scars on his forearm—a silent testament to battles fought and won.

His deep amber eyes, flecked with gold, roamed her body, the heat in them making her ache.

“Leenah,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “you don’t have to do this.”

She shifted on the mattress, sliding the last of her black cardigan off one shoulder so her silver-charmed braid fell forward. “I want to,” she whispered. “I need to.” Her fingers traced the curve of her crescent-moon tattoo behind her ear, gathering courage. “Show me how much you want me.”

A rough, breathy chuckle rumbled from his chest as he stepped closer.

The room—the small loft tucked above his workshop—felt too small for the magnetism crackling between them.

Gauzy curtains trembled in the night breeze, and the scent of cedar shavings mingled with something more primal: raw desire.

Luka’s hands framed her face, thumbs stroking her cheekbones.

“Lean back,” he instructed softly, and she obeyed, reclining against a scattering of pillows.

He lowered himself to his knees, massive arms anchoring him to the mattress as he settled between her thighs.

Leenah’s breath caught at the sight of him: his jeans hung low on powerful hips, revealing the V-line of his obliques and the dark hair at his groin.

She could already see the glint of moisture at the head of his cock—thick, long, tipped with a rosy sheen.

“Gods,” she breathed. “You’re beautiful.” Her slender fingers closed around the waistband of his jeans. He lifted his hips to help her tug them down, revealing more—his massive cock standing proud, veins pulsing. She swallowed hard, eyes wide with awe.

Luka’s amber gaze locked on hers. “If anything hurts—” he began, but she cut him off with a gentle shake of her head.

“I promise you pain isn’t on the menu tonight,” she teased, voice husky.

She eased herself forward and closed her mouth over him, warm and wet.

He inhaled sharply, hand landing at the small of her back to steady himself.

Leenah held his hips, her lips sliding over the velvet underside of his cock, tasting him: a heady mix of cedar oil, skin, and something musky that made her pulse flutter.

She savored the slight salt on his skin before taking him deeper, coaxing a low groan from his throat.

“Fuck, Leenah,” Luka rasped, fingers threading in her hair. “Just like that…”

She bobbed her head, rotating her tongue to trace the ridge of his shaft.

The heat of him filled her mouth, and she moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body—and through hers.

Every part of her ached to feel him intersecting with her, but for now she wanted to worship him here, letting her tongue and lips express her hunger.

He braced his hands on her thighs and began to thrust up into her mouth—slow at first, testing her—and she opened wider, taking more in each time.

He tasted sweeter the deeper he sank, and she let her hands roam down, gathering his testicles in her palm, rolling them gently as she pulled back to swirl her tongue over his tip.

Luka’s head fell back, chest rising and falling in ragged pants.

“That feels… so fucking good,” he groaned, voice thick. He watched her—really watched her—making her heart flutter.

Leenah smiled around him, eyes fluttering closed.

She picked up the pace, sliding her lips up and down his cock, alternating pressure, sliding her hand along with her mouth.

She loved how he responded: the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch, the small sounds he made—growls, gasps, curses—that let her know she was driving him wild.

“Luka… just like that,” she whispered. “You feel so good…”

His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her. “Oh fuck… I’m so close.”

She widened her mouth, bobbing faster, tongue swirling the wetness from his slit. He cupped her cheek and leaned forward, kissing her briefly before pulling back. “Please… let me—” he rasped.

Before she could argue, he pulled free and leaned back onto his elbows, dragging her up so he could kiss her.

Her lips connected with his in a fierce, desperate kiss—taste of cedar and sex and wanting—before he rolled them until she was lying supine, his head by her waist. Leenah’s heat pooled as he nuzzled her inner thighs, and she gasped when his tongue found her slick slit.

“No—” she began, but his gentle growl drowned her protests. His tongue circled her clit, flicked over it, then dipped inside her, warm and demanding. She cried out, arching her back, fingers tangling in his thick hair at her belly.

“Luka…” she moaned. “Oh gods, yes…”

He teased her with featherlight touches, then heavy, insistent licks that made her thighs tremble. Her hips rolled against his face, searching for more friction. Each flick of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through her pussy, and she felt her control slipping.

“Ride this with me, Leenah,” he murmured, voice vibrating through her core.

She reached down, pressing his head harder against her, and he complied, tongue plunging into her channel, his nose brushing her slick folds.

She bucked, fingers gripping her own arousal, each pass of his tongue carving pleasure deeper into her flesh.

She clutched his hair, guiding him, urging him on.

Her vision blurred with sensation, and when her first orgasm struck, it tore through her in roaring waves. “Luka! Luka!” she screamed, body shuddering as she came, pussy clenching so fiercely around empty air that she nearly blacked out.

He stroked her thigh with one hand as his tongue delivered one last, exquisite lashing. Then he rose, kissing the tumbled tangle of her hair, his face flushed with satisfaction.

“I need you now,” she whispered, voice trembling.

His amber eyes darkened as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.

Clothes fell away in a frenzy—her jeans, his boxers—until they were both naked, skin slick with sweat and desire.

He positioned himself at her entrance, cockhead pressing at her wetness.

She parted her thighs widely, her petals glistening in the moonlight.

“Gods,” he breathed, the tip teasing her, before he pressed in slowly.

Leenah gasped as he sank into her pussy, inch by delicious inch. He was bigger than anything she’d ever known—thick, heavy, filling her completely. The burn of stretching gave way to a deep, anchoring fullness that sent waves of pleasure spiraling through her.

“Oh… oh, Luka,” she moaned, hands clutching his shoulders. “You’re so big…”

He paused, buried to the hilt, letting her get used to him. Then he moved—slow thrusts that drove deep into her, each one breaching her in ways that stole her breath. His hands gripped her hips, holding her down as he began to fuck her with controlled power.

“Leenah, you feel so tight,” he groaned, thrusting harder. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

She hooked her legs around him, urging him deeper with every arch of her hips. His cock slid against her G-spot, drawing hoarse cries from her throat.

“I love how you take me,” she gasped. “How you fill my pussy…”

Luka’s strokes grew faster, more insistent, slapping wetly against her inner thighs. The sounds of their bodies colliding—skin on skin, wet friction—filled the quiet loft. She matched his rhythm, rocking her hips in time, slamming into him, matching his drive.

“Tell me you love me,” he panted, voice ragged.

“I love you,” she breathed between thrusts. “Gods, I love you—so much.”

He paused, hovering inside her, and she thought he might pull out—but then he spun her onto her belly, sliding back in so he could fuck her from behind.

Her hands pressed into the mattress, nipples brushing the sheets as he drove into her with a fierce, possessive power.

She bit her lip, mounting the friction, her pussy fluttering around him.

“Deeper,” she begged, voice raw. “I need you deeper.”

He grabbed her hips, lifting and slamming her onto his cock, filling her to the hilt. The angle made each thrust devastatingly perfect, hitting depths she’d never known. She cried out, knuckles whitening on the bedframe.

“God, Leenah… you ride so perfectly,” he groaned. “I’m going to?—”

A wave of pleasure crashed through her as she rode his cock, spine arching, voice breaking into moans. He matched her with a final, brutal thrust that sent them both over the edge: his cock pulsed inside her as he spilled his seed into her pussy, groaning her name.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, breathless. Leenah turned onto her back, Luka spooning her, his chest warm against her spine. She curled into him as he ran calloused fingers through her hair.

“That was… beyond words,” she whispered.

He pressed a kiss behind her ear. “You make me feel more alive than I ever imagined.”

She giggled softly, head resting on his shoulder. “Then we’re both damned.”

He chuckled, voice husky. “Forever damned.”

They lay entwined as the moon dipped behind clouds. Somewhere below, Minerva—her black cat—leapt onto the windowsill and surveyed them with emerald eyes.

Leenah stroked her fur absently. “Think she approves?”

Luka tightened his arm around her waist. “She’ll adapt. But only as long as you stay.”

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his scarred forearm. “Forever sounds perfect.”

And in the hush of the night, there was no better place to be than wrapped in each other’s arms, bodies still humming with the promise of tomorrow.