“Lucien!” My name was a surprised shriek on her damp lips, and I just grinned as she lightly smacked me on the shoulder for startling her.
“Olivia.” I growled her name, my wolf close to the surface, pleased that we’d captured our pretty little mate so tidily. She smelled divine, and I knew I’d never forget the salty air mixed with her sweet peach perfume.
Tired of waiting, I captured her lips in a salt-tinged kiss, dropping a hand down to her hips, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my hips. She went easily, as engrossed in kissing me as I was her.
But when she felt my hard cock butt up against her pussy, she gasped, eyes flying open in surprise.
“Easy, hellcat,” I murmured, pressing a gentler kiss to her lips, before trailing along her jaw. “We’re in no rush, remember? Nice and slow until you’re ready. We can just get used to each other for now.” I stroked my thumb over her cheekbone and she relaxed in my grip, surprising me as she rocked against me instead of pulling herself back.
“What if I’m tired of slow?” The breathless question wreaked havoc on my control. I groaned, dropping my forehead to her shoulder.
What the fuck was a man supposed to say to that? I didn’t want her to regret rushing her first time. But it was her first time, and if she was ready, well, no way in hell was I turning her down. I lifted my head.
“Then I’m your alpha. Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”
She bit that bottom lip again, the only tell that she wasn’t a hundred percent as brazen as she seemed. I resisted the urge to tug it free, take it between my own teeth.
“Touch me. Please.”
God, she was cute. Sexy as hell, but cute that she thought she needed to say please.
“Mmm, I already am touching you.” I squeezed her hips where I held her afloat. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific to get what you want.”
Her blush shone on her cheeks even in the moonlight. But instead of words, she reached down, snagging one of my hands and bringing it up to her breast.
I cupped the soft weight of her, and she groaned, going languid in my arms.
“You like that?”
“Mhmm.”
I lightly circled her nipple with my thumb, teasing, avoiding the pebbled nub until she started to squirm.
“More, Lucien, I-” Her words broke on a gasp as I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth, laving it with my tongue.
“Oh, Goddess, fuck!” She arched against me, fingertips digging into my shoulders as I worked her with my mouth, hands back on her hips to steady her as I moved back and forth between her breasts.
When she started to rock her hips against me with building urgency, I knew it was time to take her inside to our bed.
Our bed. The thought nearly struck me dumb, only instinct keeping me moving as I kept driving her higher.
I’d never had a shared bed, not once in my nearly four hundred years. I fucked and I left as a rule, and while Olivia and I had slept next to each other, we’d never had sex and then… stayed in bed.
It was a level of intimacy I didn’t know what to do with, yet, strangely… I looked forward to waking up next to her, feeding her breakfast again.
The realization hit me like a physical blow, leaving me reeling. But right now, I had a needy mate in my arms, begging me for more.
I carried her out of the surf, squatting with her still in my arms to grab my pants with the keys to our room in the pocket.
All our other pack mates’ rooms were still dark, the curtains drawn, and I was glad-I didn’t want to share anything about this experience with anyone but her. It was all mine, all hers. My wolf was so on edge, he’d take another male’s head off for even looking at her in this state.
She curled around me, lips on my shoulder and arms tight around my back as I quickly unlocked the front door and kicked it shut behind us.
The way she was restless in my arms, I knew she wanted more, and I was tempted to toss her right onto the bed. But she’d be uncomfortable in salt-sticky sheets, so I carried her to the bathroom first.
Flantian’s blood had washed off me in the ocean, but a quick rinse for both of us and she’d enjoy this a lot more. She groaned happily as I backed her into the warm shower, leaning up to rinse her hair. Her breasts swayed with the motion of her arms, and I’d never seen a more perfect sight. I wanted her in my shower every day from now on, because I’d never get tired of watching her.
She kissed me when she finished rinsing, and I swapped our places so I could get the salt off myself too.
To my surprise, when I leaned back to run my hair under the water, she leaned forward, massaging my scalp with her strong fingers. It was a small thing, but knowing that my partner cared was… devastating.
She didn’t want me for my wealth, my name, my looks like the many who came before her.
Olivia cared for me. Even with my scars, even when I’d treated her like an asshole. She still cared.
Suddenly, I had to get her out of this shower. I needed to be buried inside her with an intensity I couldn’t explain. If I didn’t take her soon, I was going to lose it.
I flicked off the shower, finally setting her on her feet so I could towel her off. Despite my hurry, I knelt in front of her to dry her legs, peppering kisses over her stomach, her thighs as I went.
She shivered, threading her fingers through my damp hair as I scooped her back up. I could tell she was lost to the moment, mindless with need as she traced my shoulders, lingering over my biceps as I laid her down on the fluffy comforter.
“Are you sure?” I made myself ask. No matter how badly I needed her, I meant it when I said we’d go at her pace.
“So sure. Please?” She reached for me, and I went into her arms like a starved man offered a feast. I worshipped her breasts again, pinning her wrists over her head as I kissed my way down her belly.
“Lucien? What are you- Oh!” She arched as I kissed her inner thigh, pushing her thighs wide to make room for my shoulders.
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