I sat back on my heels, waiting for his breathing to calm. He finally opened his eyes.
“Is this what you like?” I waved a hand down my body. He looked so confused. “I went to speak to Cierra.”
His eyebrows furrowed, and I could almost see the cogs turning sluggishly. Awareness sparked to life, and his mouth became a thin line, and his eyes narrowed.
He cupped the bottom of my elbows and forced me to my unsteady feet. He walked into me, forcing me to stumble back. His sudden movement brought my attention to his dress shirt.
“What’s that?” I gawked at the spots of . . . blood on his pale shirt. “Let me see, Lucian,” I snapped. He didn’t stop until my ass pressed against the lip of his desk. I slid my fingers between the buttons and yanked. Buttons went flying all over the place.
My eyes dropped to the raw scrawl on his ribcage.
“What is that?” I stuttered. It was in the same spot mine was.
“My mate’s name.” With the simple phrase, his hands gripped my hips, and he forcibly turned me and pressed me flat to his desk.
“You’re going to take my knot,” he hissed into my ear. My thoughts reeled, and I couldn’t make sense of anything.
He’d tattooed my name on him . . .
It was in the same script as mine. I recognized Verity’s work.
A crinkle of a foil packet sounded. The next thing I knew, his cold, gel-covered fingers slid between the cleft of my ass.
I was still lit up with desire, so him rubbing his finger against my ass only ripped a moan from the depths of my soul. His other hand cupped the back of my neck, and he forced my cheek against the desk.
His warm shaft shoved against my ass.
“Relax,” he growled, and the order soothed my muscles.
“I don’t—Oh!” He pushed his hard shaft into my ass, sliding so deep. I sucked in a harsh breath, my limbs stiffening. He pumped deeper inside me until he fed me his knot. A sharp exhale exploded from my lips. I could no longer breathe because of the overwhelming pressure.
“You’re taking me so well,” he murmured. He withdrew his knot and glided back in with a quick pump. Our skin slapped together, the sound loud, hot, and erotic.
I squeezed the edge of the desk hard. He groaned, his hips picking up pace. My channel kept squeezing, craving to be filled, throbbing with such need.
“Lucian,” I moaned. His hand slid down my side and delved in between my legs, thrusting into my sex. I cried out, jacking my hips back to take his knot in my ass.
“Milk me, Princess,” he whispered. Fuck, his voice really did something to me. He let out a deep growl, and it shot me into a wracking release. My legs kept shaking.
His knot ballooned, the bud of my ass stretching, and my lungs struggling to inflate.
We came at the same time, a body-wracking release that made me thrash under him, cries and moans mingling together. It was perfect. So, so perfect.
His weight fell on me, and I grunted.
He stroked my side, his hand gliding in a gentle caress as I struggled to regulate my breathing.
“All I will ever want is you.” His impassioned tone reached into my chest. His voice had cracked at the end of his sentence.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against the desk surface.
“I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it, my Josephine.”
I closed my eyes and just breathed in the scent of my mate as he held me.
38
The cafeteria was full of noise as people ate. I sat where I could see the entirety of the pack while I kept my back to the wall.
