by Wood, Vivian
She raised her head, pushing him away. Before he could flinch her hands tore at his shirt, ripping the neckline in her desperation to pull it off his body.
“I want to see you,” she demanded. The second his shirt was off, she stripped off her leggings and panties. Lucas mirrored her, unbuttoning and shucking his jeans. He wore nothing under the jeans, and his cock jutted out between them. He watched with pleasure as Scarlett’s eyes dropped down to his erection, widening with surprise.
Her little hand snaked out to curl around his thick, heavy cock, her fingertips tracing the rigid, veined hardness without an ounce of temerity. When her thumb swiped over the dark crown, smearing the hot dash of precum she found there, he had to pull her away to keep from jetting into her hand. She was too hot, too bold. He was going to cum inside her body, would accept nothing less.
“I’m not done,” Scarlett protested, licking her lips. That flash of pink tongue made his cock twitch. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the tight, wet heat of her throat, to fuck that pretty mouth until she cried for mercy. He would wait, though. There were more pressing matters at stake, like tasting the pussy that he knew was wet and aching for him. He could smell her need, and it was killing him.
“You’re done when I say you’re done,” Lucas growled. Turning her onto her back, he grabbed her hands and dragged them up over her head, pinning them high. “Don’t move your hands until I tell you to, or I’ll spank you.”
Her eyes widened again, throat working prettily as she dragged in a deep breath. Lucas put a hand on each of her knees, pushing them apart, opening her to his gaze. The second he got a look, his eyes snapped up to hers.
“You’re bare,” he accused. “Who are you waxing for, Scarlett?”
She swallowed hard and took a deep breath before she answered.
“Just for myself,” she promised.
Lucas looked down at the glistening pink folds, leaning down until he could take in a big drag of her sweet scent. She hadn’t lied; he smelled no other male here. His wolf preened, delighted that she was truly his for the taking.
Gliding his hands down the insides of her thighs, he looked up again.
“Don’t move. Keep your hands up, and be still while I touch you. I’m going suck that pretty clit, and use my fingers to stretch out your hot little pussy. I want you to be still while I make you cum,” he warned.
When she gave a stilted nod, he traced his fingertips over the top of her bare mound, watching her pussy clench and ripple. He ran two fingers down the length of her slick pink lips, bringing them back up to spread her open. With his free hand, he sought her clit.
“Lucas!” Scarlett cried out, her hips jerking when he slid his fingertip over the nestled bundle of nerves.
“Be still,” he ordered, trailing that same finger down to the snug entrance of her pussy. She was soaked for him, juices easing from her core as he watched.
“God damn, Scarlett,” he cursed. He could actually feel his mouth watering, feel his balls tighten and throb. “Look at you. Your body needs my cock. Feel this?”
He slid his fingertip into her core, just an inch. She tightened around him, muscles fluttering. Lucas couldn’t hold back any more. He dropped to his elbows, bringing his lips down to taste her sweetness. With the first touch of his tongue, he was electrified. She tasted like fresh rain, like the sweet tang in the air just after a storm. Clean and pure, and his.
He found her clit with his tongue, working soft circles against her flesh.
“Lucas, yes!” she panted, and he felt her excitement spreading across his chin. He alternated between kisses, licks, and soft sucks until she was groaning, her hips pushing back against his lips. Only then did he introduce two thick fingers to her channel, working deep into her pussy with soft thrusts.
“Yes! Yes!” she urged. Lucas could feel Scarlett’s orgasm closing in, feel her pussy clench around his fingers as he licked and sucked her hot clit. His fingers were drenched with her need. She needed the release he could give her, and she needed it now.
Shifting to balance himself, he pressed one hand down on her lower belly as he worked his fingers inside her pussy, searching for the right spot. Her hands came down, fingers digging into his scalp as she moaned and gyrated into his touch. She tilted her hips up, seeking his touch where she needed it most.
When his tongue laved her clit once more, fingers thrusting again and again as they hit her g-spot, Scarlett shattered, crying out as she came on his mouth and fingers. Her inner muscles convulsed, tightening on him almost to the point of pain even as she spurted hot liquid on his face and hand. Her pussy pulsed again and again, the orgasm riding her hard. He worked her with his fingers and sucked her clit until she stilled, going limp.
After a moment, he rose, sprawling out beside her. She looked over at him, her sated and flushed face making his dick so hard it hurt. Her dark hair was a wild halo around her head, her eyes darkened to a midnight blue. Her gaze thrilled him, made him want to made her cum again and again and again. Lucas chuckled, thinking that midnight blue might just be his new favorite color.
Scarlett scooted closer, her lips finding his. When her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting her own passion, Lucas groaned. He needed to be inside her, and he needed it now.
“Come here,” he said, beckoning. Before she could move, he grabbed her dainty ankles and pulled her to the edge of the couch. Flipping her over onto her belly, he brought her knees to the floor. The couch was just the right height for what he planned. Her face pressed into the soft cushions while the perfectly rounded globes of her ass were up in the air, begging for his touch. Scarlett’s breath came in quick pants, her excitement and need still evident.
“I’m going to take you like a wolf,” he gritted, spreading her legs apart and kneeling between them. She moaned, pressing her body up further to meet him.
Gripping his cock in one hand he pressed two fingers to her hot, silken core.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” he told her. Dipping his fingers in her juices, he slid his fingertips upward, spreading her wetness up to the higher, tighter entrance above. “And I’m going to fuck you here, too.”
She gasped in protest when he swirled a single fingertip around her anus, her slick juices easing his way as he pressed inside.
“Relax, baby. Take what I’m giving you,” he urged her. “Just relax.”
She released a deep breath, and her muscles loosened a fraction. Lucas withdrew before penetrating the tight ring again, using soft thrusts until he slid his finger deep inside her.
“God damn,” he said, watching his finger slide in and out, watching the way her tight little hole clung to his finger when he withdrew, stretched as he plunged deeper. “This is where I’m going to cum, Scarlett. I’m going to fuck you just like this with my cock, and you’re going to cum with me. Fuck, I can’t wait any more.”
Pulling his hand free, he positioned her body and guided his cock to her pussy. Scarlett murmured his name as he nudged the broad crown up and down her pussy lips, then pressed into her core. She was too tight to take him all at once, so he worked his way in with shallow pumps, grimacing as he tried not to cum.
Bringing himself under control, he thrust deep inside her pussy with a single stroke, filling her completely.
“Lucas, Lucas!” Scarlett said. “God, that feels so good.”
Lucas smirked as he withdrew and rammed into her again, and again.
“You like my cock, Scarlett?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her fingers digging into the couch.
He picked up speed, working his cock in and out of her body, gripping her hips as he reveled in her juicy heat.
“You have the sweetest, tightest pussy, baby,” he told her. “You feel so good like this.”
Lucas held her tighter and fucked her harder, his thrusts growing punishing. Scarlett clung to the cushions, her slick excitement wetting his cock, spreading down his balls to his thighs. She pushed back against him, meeting
his thrusts, her inner muscles gripping him so hard that he thought he might explode.
“Fuck,” he said, slowing his pace.
“Lucas, don’t stop!” Scarlett cried, turning her head to glare at him.
“I need all of you, every way I can have you,” he said, jerking his cock from her pussy.
“Lucas—” she started, but too late. Lucas used the throbbing crown of his erection to spread her juices up from her pussy, over and over until the tight little balloon knot of muscle glistened.
“I need you to relax again, Scarlett. I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised. “I want you to touch yourself, rub your clit for me while I fuck your ass. Do it now.”
After a moment of hesitation, his feisty little female followed his command. Slipping her hand under her belly and between her legs, Scarlett gave a soft moan as her fingertips circled the sensitive nub of her clit.
“Very good,” Lucas said. “Don’t hold back, baby. I won’t last long inside you now.”
When Scarlett moaned again, rocking her hips as she masturbated, Lucas penetrated her with the very tip of his cock. Pushing and pulling back, just as he’d done with his finger. Scarlett whimpered, her hole tightening as she absorbed the sensation. Lucas pushed deeper, and the crown of his cock popped inside. She was so hot and tight, squeezing him so hard. One quick thrust, and he’d burst inside her, fill her up.
“Fuck!” the both cried in unison. Lucas closed his eyes for a long moment, and took a deep breath.
“You okay, baby?” he asked.
“Y-yes,” she stammered. He could feel her hand moving, her fingers working her clit.
“I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum,” he ordered.
With that, he pressed deep into her body. She cried out, overwhelmed, but she also rocked her hips and angled her ass up to meet his thrust. She was ready, and he’d never been more relieved. He moved in her, sliding in and out of her incredible heat. His fingers gripped her ass cheeks, marking her flesh as he started to fuck her in earnest.
“Oh! Ohhhhh!” Scarlett cried. She was so perfect, her body milking his cock. Lucas gripped the base of his cock as he fucked her, trying to hold back his need to cum.
“God, Scarlett. Look at you taking my cock. Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like it. Your pussy and your ass are too good, baby. I can’t wait much longer.”
He thrust harder and harder, deeper, his wolf howling as Lucas’s release neared. Scarlett moved underneath him, thrusting back against him, gasping and crying out.
“Lucas, I’m going to cum!” she panted, her fingers working over her clit in frantic motions.
“Yes!” he cried, triumphant.
When her body tensed and broke into a brilliant ripple of clenching muscle, Lucas growled. A blinding, white-hot bliss flashed over him, time stilling for a moment. A dam broke somewhere inside him, and he shattered. He thrust one last time, filling and stretching her as far as he could. His cock twitched, and he roared as he jet heavy, near-painful spurts of cum inside Scarlett’s tight channel. His hips jerked over and over as he emptied his load, feeling as though he was turning inside out, dying.
He collapsed on top of Scarlett’s sweat-slicked body, rolling them both to the side and withdrawing from her body.
“Fuck,” he gasped. For almost a minute, he couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but lie there and struggle for breath. When at last he regained motor function, he opened his eyes and reached for Scarlett. She was so limp and quiet that it scared him.
“Scarlett,” he said, giving her a gentle shake. She opened her eyes the faintest bit, a sleepy smile appearing on her flushed face.
“Mmmhmmm,” she mumbled. Her eyes closed again, and she snuggled closer to him.
Worries eased, Lucas lay back and focused on breathing. When at last he felt human again, he sat up and looked around. He shook his head, grinning at himself. He’d forgotten that they were in the living room, that anyone could have walked in on them in flagrante delicto.
Standing up, he looked down at Scarlett, whom he doubted would be moving herself anywhere anytime soon. Her mouth was open, and she was snoring. Very quiet, soft snores, but still.
“Up you go,” he said, scooping her up into his arms. Leaving their clothes behind, he headed toward his bedroom. Scarlett woke halfway up the flight of stairs, startling in his arms.
“Wha—” she mumbled. Lucas cocked a brow at her, trying to resist her sleepy charm. She looked so sated and sensual like this… despite his mind-blowing orgasm minutes before, his cock hardened to half-mast.
“Apparently I fucked you a little to well, Scar,” he teased, inventing a nickname for her. Any female that gave him so much pleasure deserved a nickname, and Scarlett was a lot more than any female.
“Oh,” she said, her eyes closing again.
“Hey,” he said, his voice gone to gravel.
“Hmm?” she asked.
“Did you notice that something changed?” he asked, reaching his bedroom and nudging the door open with his hip. He carried her inside, sinking down onto the bed with her still in his arms.
“What?” she asked, opening her eyes to give him a questioning look.
Lucas took her hand and guided it up to her neck, to the spot where Ray had marked her. She flinched, expecting pain from the slightest touch to the red, angry bite mark, but she felt nothing. Sweeping her fingers over the spot, she realized that it had vanished.
“You know what this means, right?” Lucas asked.
“No?” she questioned, sighing as she settled in next to him.
“It means I was right. I think it’s safe to say that we have a connection,” he said, dropping a kiss to her lips.
“Ah. Okay,” she agreed, burying her face against his neck.
“Don’t I get a reward?” Lucas asked.
“Mmmhm,” she nodded.
“Is it something good?” he asked. He was more or less just messing with her now, knowing that she was half asleep.
“I guess…” she started, then stopped. Her lips quirked. “I guess you can court me, then.”
Lucas burst out laughing.
“I guess I’ll take what I can get,” he said, shaking his head. Scarlett’s sense of humor was new to him, just one more layer he would have the pleasure of unwrapping. She was truly magnificent, and for now, she was all his.
She raised her head, gave him a kiss on the lips, and then burrowed into his arms again. Lucas closed his eyes, knowing that his life was irrevocably changed, and only for the better.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Scarlett awoke to find late afternoon sunlight streaming in the windows, spilling over the bed and highlighting Lucas’s sleeping form. He slept sprawled on his stomach, having kicked off the covers as he slept. Scarlett’s gaze was drawn to the smooth curve of his bare ass, the dip that led up to the heavy muscles in his back and shoulders. A little shiver ran through her body as she admired him, shifting a little bit to give herself a better view of his face.
His face looked different in sleep, lacking his usual expression of intensity. The smooth, broad planes of his face were relaxed; for a man who didn’t find many reasons to laugh, his sleeping satisfaction was a surprisingly good look.
Scarlett stretched, releasing a deep sigh. Her whole body was sore in the most pleasing way; Lucas had taken her twice more in the early hours of the morning, touching her and tasting her until every last drop of pleasure was wrung from her tired body.
She rolled to peer over the bed, finding Tesla belly down next to the nightstand. The poor thing had been worn out by all the excitement in the last couple of days. When Tesla heard her move he opened his eyes and peered up at her, wagging his little stub of a tail. She knew he probably needed to go outside, but he just gave a patient sigh and closed his eyes again.
Scarlett smiled, thinking of Lucas’s surprise at Tesla’s mellow attitude. Most dogs cowered before any werewolf, much less a big bad alpha like Lucas, but Tesla didn’t mind.
Tesla loved Scarlett, and Scarlett treated Lucas with trust and affection. Ergo, Tesla was happy as a clam. It didn’t hurt that Lucas had made Tesla an extra t-bone and fed him little bits every time he went into the kitchen.
A sound pulled her from her thoughts, and Tesla perked up, climbing to his feet to move to the door. Scarlett tensed when she heard footsteps in the hallway. A door slammed, close by. More footsteps, and muffled voices.
When Scarlett looked back to Lucas, his eyes were open.
“Sounds like someone else is making moves,” she said with a shrug.
Lucas sat up. His powerful shoulders flexing as he rolled his neck and stretched, a mirror of her movements just a minute before. He stared at the door for another long moment before turning his stormy gaze to Scarlett.
“Ben and Aurelia,” he said, easing out of bed. He snagged Scarlett’s hand, kissing her knuckles before turning and padding toward the closet. “Gotta get dressed. I need to talk to them.”
Scarlett bit her lip, watching his perfect ass ripple before he disappeared into the closet. She realized that she had no idea what she was supposed to do now. She’d only been at the Compound for two days, she and Lucas were just getting settled in together, and she had no idea if anyone else even knew she was in the house.
“Will you take Tesla outside when you go downstairs?” she called out, flopping back onto the bed.
Lucas reappeared, clad in tight black boxer briefs. He scowled at her as he approached the bed, dropping an Amazon box on the bed next to her.
“Clothes,” he said, nodding to the box. “Ella’s been having things delivered here. I asked Walker to lend us some things, and he stuck a ton of these boxes in the closet.”
Scarlett opened the box, finding a pretty white eyelet lace dress, leggings, several plain t-shirts, bras, and panties. Ella was probably a size or two smaller than Scarlett, but all the things in the box would fit well enough. Scarlett looked down at the clothes and then back up at Lucas, who had pulled a pair of black jeans and a blue and black plaid button-up shirt from the closet.
