The feminism basically leaves my body to realize how strong he is and how much I want this.
Want him.
“Pick a damn safe word.”
“What makes you think you are in charge here, Beta?” I ask and smirk at his answering snarl. Pushing his buttons is almost as good as sex. Almost. And I can’t explain it, but I need him to be feral for me. If I’m fucking the male who broke my heart, I need him to need me more than I need him.
I tighten my legs around him, flipping our positions so that I’m straddling him. My hands land on his chest, and I grind against him. Luca’s eyes take on a feral glint as he grips my hips and slams me down harder. Fuck. I want to take the lead, but why is he so damn good at this?
He lets out a growl that reverberates through me before flipping our positions again.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Luca
“I am in charge, Princess. And I am going to teach you so many lessons about that. But first, I’m going to fuck your tight pussy, and youwillscream my name when you come all over my cock.”
I pound into Sofia’s pussy relentlessly. Nothing has ever felt so right as this moment, buried balls deep in my mate. My princess. My whole fucking world.Mine.
Goddess, she feels phenomenal—hot, wet, tight, like she was built for me—because she damn well was. I thought tasting her would be the best experience of my life. I had every intention of only taking the edge off her heat. But I should have known better. One taste of heaven would never be enough.
And now, being inside her? Fuck. There’s no going back. She might say this is a one-off, but there’s no way either of us could walk away after this. There’s no fucking way I can go on living my life after being inside Sofia Rivera.
Her full tits bounce as I slam into her, those perfect brown nipples pointing at the ceiling like an offering. Her long, strong legs are wrapped tight around my waist, driving me deeper, deeper, deeper until I’m losing myself in her completely.
There will never be enough of this.
Enough of us.
“Accept the bond, Princess,” I whisper into her ear. “This doesn’t have to be a one-off. Let me claim you.”
She shakes her head, but her pussy clenches down on me. In a betrayal that her mouth can’t hide. She screams my name. Her orgasm crashes into her, and her sweet cunt traps me in a viselike grip so tight I can barely move. It takes every bit of restraint I have in my body to pull out, jerking my cock once, twice, before I spill across her stomach and tits, painting her gorgeous body in my release.
I collapse beside her, my chest heaving, and rub my cum into her skin, coating her flesh in my essence. I want more. I want to mark her and imbue her with my scent so every shifter who comes into contact will know she is mine.
“Luca,” she whispers, her voice uncharacteristically clogged with emotion. “I can’t accept the bond. I can’t be with you. This doesn’t change anything. It’s just sex.”
My wolf snarls and whimpers at the rejection.
“Just sex?” I echo as my hand lazily moves up her stomach and cups her heavy breast, smearing my cum over her bare skin. I squeeze her nipple and give it a tug, watching as her thighs clench together and her back arches. “Don’t be a brat. That wasn’tjustsex; it was a fucking revelation. Are you really going to pretend it didn’t fucking change everything?”
Her eyes narrow as she shoots me a glare. “I am not a brat. And okay, fine, the sex was… epic, but sexual chemistry isn’t enough for me. I need more.”
Her words slice through me like a claw in my gut. Because she’s right. She does deserve more. But doesn’t she understand? I’ll give her anything. Everything.
“Like what? Because I will do anything for you. I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”
I can see the flutter of her pulse in her neck. Hear how her heart thunders in her chest at my words. But her brows scrunch together, and confusion mars her beautiful face. As if she can’t reconcile this version of me with the one who pushed her away. Or she doesn’t want to.
I can almost see it when her walls come back up. In the tight line, she presses her plump lips into. Or how she pushes into a seated position and crosses her arms under her tits. Fuck, they are glorious. All shiny with my seed.
“You can’t give me back the past three years where you were an asshole to me,” she snaps, her voice dripping with venom. She’s trying to push us back to our old dynamic. When we argued more than we talked. “Anyway, it didn’t seem like what happened there was purely altruistic,” she says, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to her breasts and stomach.
“You weren’t doing that for me.”
My wolf pushes against my restraints, demanding I shut her up, claim her, don’t let her slip away. But I hold on, barely.
I chuckle darkly and feel my wolf’s presence pushing at the edge of my consciousness. Knowing my eyes gleam silver, I stare at her and take in the bratty persona she has firmly in place.
