“I’ll ask. I promise. Please fuck me. Please!”
Luca pulls his cock out of my pussy and brings it to my ass, withdrawing his fingers before replacing them with his hard cock. “You got my cock all good and wet, Princess,” he says, his measureddominant tone cracking a little as he slowly slides into me. We both groan when he fills me. The stretch is intense, overwhelming—and I love it.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” he grunts. “You’re so tight. Taking me so good.”
He gives me a moment to adjust to having him inside me, but I don’t need it or want it. I rock back to meet him, the delicious burn easing into pleasure. And then he’s pounding into me. His hips snap against me as he fills my tight hole over and over again. Every thrust draws a broken moan from my lips.
I beg and plead to come, but his hands remain planted firmly on my hips, never moving near what I need. My clit sparks with need, but I’m completely powerless.
“Touch your needy pussy. Come for me.”
A sob of relief escapes my lips as I pull my arms apart, snapping the belt in half. My fingers fly to my pussy, fingers finding my slick and swollen clit, and within seconds I’m convulsing, an orgasm tearing through me so hard I gush around my hand. Luca shudders, spilling inside my ass with a groan.
I collapse in a boneless heap, face pressed to the grass, world fading at the edges.
I might have blacked out. Because the next thing I know, I’m in Luca’s arms and he’s carrying me into the cabin. Whispering to me about how well I did, how beautiful I looked, how much he loves me. His words glide over me, cocooning me in a balm of affection. He carries me to the shower, where he washes my hair and massages my tired muscles. He gets on his knees to inspect my feet and, oncesatisfied that my cuts and scrapes are pretty much healed already; he puts my legs over his shoulders and eats my pussy languidly and salaciously. Like we have forever. Pulling two more orgasms from me before he turns the water off.
He dries me and braids my hair before carrying me to bed and telling me not to go to sleep yet. A moment later he is back with a large glass of water and a sandwich, insisting I eat before I sleep. It’s absurd and tender and so far from the savage way he fucked me outside on the grass that my chest aches.
How long has it been since someone cared for me like this? How long has it been since I let someone get close enough to care for me?
A dazed feeling hovers over me while I force myself to swallow the food and drink the water. When I’m finished, Luca pulls me against his body and kisses me slow and deep. He pulls back and whispers to me, words that will stay forever with me.
“I love you, Sofia. You are so beyond perfection that I can’t believe you gave me a chance. I’ll never stop trying to show you how much you mean to me. How much I love you. You don’t need to push me or brat to get my attention, Princess; you always have it.”
And for once, I believe him.
I drift off in his arms, feeling safe, loved, and thoroughly fucked.
Chapter Forty-Five
Sofia
The bitter smell of coffee grounds hangs in the air, sharp and comforting all at once. I scoop them into the filter, the faint crunch against paper loud in the quiet cabin. The machine sputters as the first drops hiss into the pot. Fates, I need so much caffeine after last night.
My hands wrap around the edge of the counter, grounding myself in the mundane after last night’s marathon of sex, sweat, and Luca… Damn, he was everything I didn’t know I needed. The way he refuses to let me hide behind sass and the walls I carefully built over the years. I had to put on a strong front, but he sees right through it. He sees me.
My body aches, deliciously so, and my chest still hums with that soft, dangerous glow of being cared for. I’m not used to it. But I’m starting to feel like that could change. That being cared for could become normal.
A sharp rap on the door pulls me from my reverie.
“I’ll get it,” Luca says. His tone is light, but his scent sharpens. Anticipation and… worry. Something in my stomach knots, and I want to go back to the peace of only seconds ago. “Come on in, Alpha.”
My breath hitches. Ryan was so sure about staying in the cells, so what is he doing here now? But then Luca moves back and reveals who our visitor is.
“Hi, honey.”
The world tilts. My dad steps inside, his head ducked low, looking at me through his lashes. His shoulders are hunched, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, as though he’s trying to make himself smaller. He’s nervous. Nothing like the male who raised me until I was fourteen.
“Your mate suggested I get over myself and start showing up for you and your brother.”
My eyes snap to Luca. He shrugs, his hands sliding casually into the pockets of his jeans, but there’s nothing casual about the hard set of his jaw.
Dad’s voice cracks when he adds, “He’s right. I… I needed to hear it. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. When your mother left… I didn’t want to…” he trails off and even though part of me wants to rescue him from this disaster of an apology, I don’t.
It wasn’t just the way he stopped physically being there. He shut me out mentally too. I was the one leading every conversation when I visited him. And there’s only so many times I could tell him about what was going on in my life to get nothing back before I stopped trying. He didn’t even react to the bad stuff. Like getting in trouble in school, or when I joined the cheer squad knowing full well that it’s forbidden for shifters to take part in human sports.
“I know how badly I let you down, honey. If you want to throw me out on my ass, I’d understand. But I need you to know how sorry I am about how selfish I’ve been. I… I want to be there for you and Ryan. If you’ll have me.”
