Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 382

LUCAS

Her breath catches as I tug with my teeth, and she cries out at the sting. The sound goes straight to my cock, making it twitch with need. "Harder," she pleads, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Lucas, please."

I oblige gladly, taking her swollen peak between my teeth and biting down harder, at the same time sliding my fingers between her legs and deep into that silken sheath.

She whimpers at the sting, her body bowing as her nails bite into my shoulders. And then she’s crashing back down, crying out as her body pulses around me, vagina tight against my fingers as I piston them into her.

She rocks against me, riding out the waves of her pleasure until she goes lax beneath me, breathless and sated, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I growl in satisfaction, releasing her wrists and shifting to press soft kisses to the marks I left, soothing the tender skin with my tongue. But inside, Aurum is howling for more.

"Lucas," she murmurs, her hips lifting again, rocking against my fingers.

It’s a plea I can’t resist.

I can’t take it slow anymore. My need for her, for this, is pounding in my veins, demanding to be satisfied.

Ava trembles beneath me, her eyes glazed with desire. Her fingers tighten on my shoulders as her head falls back, baring her throat to me. She’s exposed and vulnerable, and the wolf inside me growls in triumph.

Mine.

The sight of her, naked and flushed and quivering with need, is almost enough to push me over the edge. I need to be inside her. Need to claim and possess and mark, to root out every last vestige of uncertainty between us.

My cock throbs, hard and unyielding.

Aurum is demanding it, a pulsing heat in my veins. He wants to take. Wants to dominate. But I hold him back, forcing him to let me go slow.

For now.

I catch Ava’s swollen lower lip between my teeth, nibbling gently before releasing it with a soft pop. "You’re so fucking beautiful," I murmur against her lips. "But I can’t take it anymore."

"Lucas, please." My mate arches against me, her fingers digging into my back as her legs wrap around my waist. "Need you."

How can I deny her?

I align myself with her entrance, already slick and swollen from my fingers. We both moan at the first touch of my cock to her core—a soft, tormenting glide that has her back arching and her nails biting into my shoulders. The bond between us flares with shared pleasure, overwhelming every other sense.

Her body pulses around me, drawing me in, and I slide home with a harsh groan. There’s nothing gentle about this. I’m too far gone, too desperate for slow and steady. My hips snap forward, driving into her, and I watch her face contort with ecstasy as the wolf inside me howls in victory.

Mine.