She let out a gasp as he trailed his mouth down her neck, searching for all her sensitive spots, licking and sucking at her soft flesh and moving down to her breast. Slowly, he moved. Teased her by pulling back and then thrusting into her, grinding his hips against her. As his mouth drew in a nipple, he continued his deliberate movements, drawing out gasps and moans and sighs from her.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as his pleasure built up. “More, Lucas.” She raked her nails down his back, her hips urging him to move faster.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said as he looked down at her. He kept his gaze on her as he rocked his hips, picking up his pace. He reached down and found her clit, then plucked at the bud. This sent her over the edge, and he watched her face twist in ecstasy as she came, crying his name and squeezed around him. He grunted, trying to get ahold of himself. Not yet.
Though she was coming down from her orgasm, her thighs tightened around him, urging him deeper and faster. He obliged, that sweet friction building up his own orgasm. His thrusts became frenzied, pushing harder and deeper. It was all too much—her sweet pussy milking him, her cries of pleasure, and her scent intensifying as she was nearing her peak. When she cried out his name again, he let go, releasing and filling her with his hot come. He gave a few more short thrusts, trying to prolong his pleasure and coaxing another smaller orgasm from her.
He collapsed on top of her, strength draining from his body. He felt spent, but also, at peace. Before he closed his eyes, a lingering thought echoed in his mind. So this is what it was like to make love.
Chapter Twenty
When Sofia woke up the next day, she felt sore, in a delicious way. There was an ache between her legs that made her feel wicked. Hell, everything about Lucas made her feel wicked.
They had a quick nap after their little roll in the hay, but she didn’t want to go back yet. She wanted to have Lucas to herself, just for a little while, but also, she was embarrassed because she didn’t even make small talk with the people in the house. The two women in the house greeted her warmly, and Astrid had mentioned she was related to them in some way, which is why she volunteered to come here. She had introduced herself, but when Astrid announced that Lucas was outside, she quickly forgot her manners and rushed out of the back door.
And so, they stayed in the barn, wrapped up in each other’s arms, content just to be in each other’s company. She had so many questions about them and their kind, and he answered as patiently as he could. When it was late enough, they snuck into the house quietly and crept up to his room. Lucas tried to get frisky with her again, but she pushed his hands away, afraid that the people inside would hear them. He had laughed and told her that all the rooms were sealed and soundproofed, as many Lycan parents took precautions because of enhanced hearing and smell. Though she felt mollified by his explanation, she did her best to keep quiet the entire night. Lucas, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy coaxing her to scream, and he succeeded in making her moan his name loudly in ecstasy.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Lucas’s lips were pressed against her neck. His voice was rough with sleep, sending little vibrations across her skin.
“Hmmmm.” She twisted around to face him, her palms immediately going to his jaw. He’d always been clean-shaven, but now he had two days’ worth of stubble around his face. “I like this look.”
His mismatched eyes danced with mischief as he rubbed his jaw on her cheek, making her shriek. “Like that?”
“Ha!” She pushed at his chest, which only made him hold on to her tighter.
“It’s early,” she said, looking outside. The sun had just finished rising, bathing the room in early morning light.
“Actually, it’s late,” he chuckled. “Jackson’s probably been out for at least two hours and breakfast will be ready soon.”
“I can’t believe you spent a couple of months here, doing chores.” He had explained to her about his rehabilitation and how the people here helped him.
“Believe it. I hated it at first, you know? But it was good for me.”
“I still can’t picture it.” Lucas steering cattle. Riding horses. Using a lasso. Wearing a cowboy hat. Or maybe he was shirtless. Yeah, that was good. Lucas, his bare chest and torso, working under the sun. Baling hay or whatever the hell one did with hay. Sweat pouring down his perfect six pack and—
“Stop that.” His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened.
“Stop what?” she asked innocently.
“You’re thinking about sex.”
“What? How the hell—”
“I can smell you.” His nostrils flared. “I can always smell you when you get wet.”
“You do not!” She sat up, grabbed a pillow and slammed it against his head. He laughed as he batted it away and then grabbed her wrists to pull her on top of him. “Oh, my God, you really can, can’t you?”
“I can.” He licked at her neck. “And you smell delicious.”
“Hmmm … and so do—”
There was a knock on the door, and they both froze, as if they were teenagers being caught in the act.
“Breakfast!” Astrid’s muffled voice sounded cheery, even through the thick wood paneling. “You know Lily doesn’t like late risers.”
“We’ll come down in a minute,” Lucas called. He turned to her. “She’s not kidding. Lily will put the food away in an hour, and then we’ll be hungry till lunch.”
They quickly dressed and then made their way down. She didn’t bring any clothes with her, though it seemed someone had been kind enough to leave her a shirt and a pair of sweats in the room for her
