“Yes,” I grit out as he circles my ass, knowing exactly what he’s insinuating. “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
“Only good girls get their pussies fucked. You want to be a brat, then you’re getting this tight ass fucked,” he whispers as he slowly pushes a finger inside my ass, moving it in and out. “Color?”
“Green,” I reply embarrassingly quickly. He adds a second finger inside me as and I moan loudly as he works my ass. I’ve never had anything inside me there. Never would have thought I wanted to. It’s so dirty. Taboo. So wrong. And yet it feels so right.
My pussy throbs as Luca fucks my ass with his fingers. He spreads his fingers out, stretching me, and pours more lube into me, and then he’s pulling his fingers out and pushing his slick cock against me.
“Color?”
“Green,” I say, even though there’s more hesitation this time. He pushes into me slowly, stretching me until he gets past the tight ring of muscle at my entrance. He sinks inside me until he’s buried himself to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “I… I’m so full.”
“You’re so fucking tight. Feel so damn good,” he moans as he starts to move in and out, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the new sensation. As much as he tells me it’s a punishment. Luca wouldn’t physically hurt me, not really. Not in any way I wouldn’t enjoy.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he says, wrapping my ponytail around his fist and pulling it back, causing me to whimper and moan. “Rile me up so I’ll want to fuck you like a whore. Use your body however I want. Make you take my cock in your filthy little hole?”
His pace increases steadily until I’m a moaning mess under him. Pressure builds in my stomach, and the need to come overtakes everything else. “Yes, please,” I beg. “Please, I need to come. Please.”
“Do brats get to come?” he mocks, and a sob bursts out of me. I beg and plead with him. Promising him he can do whatever he wants. Apologizing for being such a brat. Swearing I’ll never do it again. Anything for him to let me come.
But he ignores my words and continues to fuck my ass, making no move to touch my clit, no matter how hard I beg. The need to come is so intense that tears are streaming down my face. Luca's hand in my hair pulls me back so that I’m flush against his chest.
“Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me it’s real. That we’re real. That you’ll let me mark you.”
“Okay! We’re real! Now let me come.” His hand splays across my stomach, and his breath is hot on my neck. My nipples are hardened to diamond peaks. He continues to thrust into my ass, and I choke out another sob. “You’re my mate,” I cry, and he drops his hand lower, circling my clit. It only takes a couple of seconds for my orgasm to crash through my entire body. Wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure courses through me as I scream out his name.
I slump forward, and he goes with me, his arms caging me in on the desk. He must have come at the same time as I did, but I was too wrapped up in my own pleasure to notice what was going on. Goosebumps prickle along my skin as I remember what I said in the heat of the moment.
“Luca…”
“It’s okay, Princess. I know. I just wanted to believe for a minute.” He kisses my shoulder and slowly pulls out of me. I hiss at the pain, and he stills. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”
I shake my head, and he pulls out fully. I don’t know what to say to him. My wolf whines, pushing me towards him, wanting to make it better. I’m hurting him. And I have no idea how to stop.
He drops kisses along my spine while I come back to earth, whispering promises and praise.
“Come on, let’s go get cleaned up,” he says before kissing me softly. My face heats up now that the sexual fog has finally eased.
“Oh, fates, I can never go out there,” I whisper, covering my face in my hands as a cold sweat prickles my skin. It’s one thing for them to assume we are fucking, but another thing entirely for all the warriors to hear what happened in here. Luca just fucked my mouth and ass and called me those names while I goaded him. “How am I going to face any of them again?”
After working so hard to make a name for myself. To be respected. I’ve just blown it all to shit, behaving like a sex-starved nymphomaniac. Luca chuckles, and I glare at him, pushing him away from me.
“It’s fine for you. You’re a guy. They’ll probably high-five you for fucking the pack princess in the ass! You aren’t the one they’ll think is a slut and talk about behind her back.”
“You think I would have let any of them hear that?” Luca asks, pulling me into an embrace and kissing my forehead. “Imindlinked every warrior in the pack to stay clear of this building the moment I started dragging you in here.”
“Oh.”
“You’re mine. And I’m not going to share any part of you. Not even your sultry little whimpers or how you scream my name while I fill your sexy ass full of my cum.”
A weight lifts off my shoulders, and relief floods me. For the first time in I don’t know how long, Luca’s overprotective side isn’t bothering me in the slightest. He presses a sweet kiss on my forehead, and my eyes fall closed at the tender gesture.
“Come on,” Luca says. “Let's go get cleaned up, and then you can help me think of a reason as to why I canceled training. Might as well use that smart brain of yours for good instead of just pushing my buttons.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Sofia
