Page 17 of His Lucky Charm

His laugh was low and knowing. “You like that, don’t you? The idea of being claimed.” His fingers finally, finally brushed against my erection. “Of belonging to me.”

“I’m not generally possessive,” I gasped as he wrapped his hand fully around me. “Or possessable.”

“And yet…” He stroked upward, thumb gathering moisture from the tip to ease the way. “Your body seems very interested in the concept.”

He wasn’t wrong. Every proprietary touch, every possessive word sent shivers of desire through me. There was something intoxicating about being wanted so thoroughly by a creature of such power—a power now fully revealed.

“It’s the novelty,” I tried, hips jerking involuntarily as he established a slow, torturous rhythm. “The… ah… extraordinary circumstances.”

“Mmm.” He leaned down, breath hot against my ear. “Or maybe it’s simpler than that. Maybe you just want to be mine as badly as I want you to be.”

The rumble in his voice triggered something primal in me—a recognition beyond rational thought. I arched up against him, seeking more contact, more friction.

“Yes,” I admitted, the word torn from some deep, honest place inside me. “I do.”

His eyes flashed gold again, a growl vibrating through his chest. “Say it again.”

“I want to be yours.” The admission was somehow both surrender and claim. “I want you, all of you—man and wolf.”

With a sound more animal than human, Rafferty surged forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. His weight pressed me into the mattress, solid and real, as his hands explored my body with newfound urgency.

“Going to mark you,” he murmured against my throat between biting kisses. “Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

“Rafferty,” I gasped as his teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot. “Need you. Please.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes now more gold than green. “How do you want me, Eliot? Tell me.”

The blunt question made my cheeks heat, but I forced myself to hold his gaze. “Inside me. Want to feel you.”

His answering growl sent shivers down my spine. He reached for the nightstand drawer, retrieving lube with practiced ease. Then, to my surprise, he pressed the bottle into my hand.

“Show me,” he said, voice rough with desire. “Want to watch you get yourself ready for me.”

Heat flooded my face. This was new territory—more vulnerable, more exposed than our previous encounters. “I… that’s not something I usually…”

“Trust me.” His expression softened, though the hunger remained. “Please?”

How could I refuse him anything when he looked at me like that? I nodded, uncapping the bottle with slightly trembling fingers. Rafferty shifted to kneel between my spread thighs, giving me room while maintaining the perfect vantage point.

I coated my fingers generously, then reached between my legs, acutely aware of his intense focus. The first touch made me shiver—partly from the cool gel, partly from the intimacy of performing such an act under his watchful gaze.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as I slowly worked one finger inside myself. “So perfect for me.”

His praise emboldened me. I added a second finger, working deeper, stretching myself open while he watched with that predatory focus. When I crooked my fingers to brush against my prostate, the jolt of pleasure made me cry out.

“That’s it,” Rafferty encouraged, his own hand moving to stroke his impressive erection through his sweatpants. “Show me what feels good.”

I’d never considered myself particularly exhibitionistic, but something about his gaze made me want to perform, to show him exactly how much I wanted him. I added a third finger, fucking myself with increasing urgency while my free hand moved to stroke my cock.

“Stop.” His command was sharp, making me freeze mid-motion. “That’s mine.”

Before I could respond, he was leaning forward, replacing my hand with his mouth. The wet heat engulfing me made me cry out, hips bucking upward involuntarily. He took me deeper, tongue swirling around the head before sucking hard enough to make my vision blur.

“Rafferty,” I warned, already embarrassingly close to the edge. “If you keep that up—”

He pulled off with a final, teasing lick. “Not yet. Want you to come on my cock.” He hooked his thumbs in his sweatpants, pushing them down to free his erection—thick and flushed, already glistening at the tip.

I withdrew my fingers, reaching for him. “Now. Please.”