A divine sculpture
1228 Words
The sweat on her chest was sticky, and the sheets twisted around her legs. Lucian’s lips were only inches from Amara's, her breath hot and panting, like she had just run a marathon across his skin.
Her eyes half-lidded, as her fingers slid down his stomach, teasing. He didn't even register the way her ring sparkled in the light, only how it pressed into his hip as she climbed onto him.
"You want me?" Amara purred.
Lucian’s throat was too dry to answer. But his hands spoke for him, gripping her waist, pulling her down.
The soft curve of her hips ground into his through silk-thin garments. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned. — by the moon, her moans—
She snaps out of the dream only to be faced with a disappointing reality.
She's awake. Her n*****s are hard. Her core soaking wet.
Reality sets in just as fast. No Lucian. No teasing warmth.
“Oh for heaven’s sake…This is the fourth day now” She said to herself, as she hurried to dispose of her sheets and nightdress before anyone found them.
She was a wolf after all, so she knew how sharp their senses were.
For a second she wondered what it would be like to exist as part of a race without their senses. A species incapable of tracking the scent of a beast an entire mile away. It seemed impossible.
By the time she was done and all washed up, all that remained was the stark memory of Lucian inside her. Filling up the void of her longing.
For almost a week now, she has been having these dreams. Of passion. Of carnal knowledge. The exclusive bond between mates.
And she knew there was no way to stop them unless she did what she envisioned in those dreams. Or the dreams would keep getting worse.
She entertained the idea of Lucian pinning her against the wall while they kissed without interruption just as her cheeks flushed red.
“I have to go for breakfast now.” Amara sighed as she left her quarters for the main hall where she usually had breakfast with Lucian.
When she got there, he was already serving himself a generous portion of her lamb.
“Oh… Amara. I thought you would stay in bed today.”
“And let you eat my food? Not a chance.”
“Was worth a try.” He said, returning what he attempted to take for himself.
But there was a problem, she could barely exist in the same space as him without feeling the sensual pull of the mate bond. Her wolf had become far more sensitive to his presence since the dreams started.
That's why she flinched when they touched hands slightly. Her heart rate accelerating as she clenched her thighs together.
“What's up with you? Is Lyra spreading rumours about me again?”
“No.” She laughed.
“If you say so.”
“How are you holding up then? It has been a couple of days since the meeting with Lyra and the other mutt.”
“Come on. Don't call him that.”
They exchanged a couple more clipped back and forth before they were done with breakfast and the servant wolves had already begun clearing the table.
“Well, thank you… for the meal.”
“You're welcome.” He replied.
They shared a long stare, filled with longing, passion and heat before it became awkward and she rushed to her room.
“Finally.” she exhaled as she fell on her bed.
Then a knock followed her.
She knew who it was before he said a word.
“Come in.”
He entered. Surveyed the room like he always did and then said; “This room is great and all, but wouldn't you want something better?”
She thought for a second, thinking of the quickest way to get rid of him. Before deciding, agreeing to his demands was her best bet.
Big mistake.
“O….kay? Got any new rooms in mind?”
With a lecherous smile plastered across his face, which she thought was just his usual mischievous one. He picked her off the bed and out of the room before she could even register what was going on.
She couldn’t even protest, pressed against nothing but muscle. His scent put her in an almost trance-like state.
Her eyes remained on him until they emerged in what would be her new room.
“What do you think?” He asked, putting her down.
“It’s…. Wow.” The room truly was a marvel to look at, and she thought her previous one was spacious and regal. But the standard was raised fivefold with this one.
But she couldn’t concentrate on any of its magnificent qualities, because she had decided on a better solution to her problem.
She turned to him, biting her lips as she stared up at him. He looked at her, unable to tear his eyes off her lips. “Lucian…I” . Her words were cut off as he leaned down and claimed her lips in a searing kiss.
Their kiss was tongue and passion. All restraints were removed the second their lips met. Like a hole poked into a dam ready to burst.
There was no hesitation. Her lips part and she leans in further. Soft, unsure only in that first second. Then the rhythm changed. Lucian kissed her back deep, hungry and insistent.
The kind of kiss that had been years in the making, even though they had only known each other for close to two weeks.
He grabbed her butt and pulled her closer to him, his wolf pacing restlessly within him, wanting to consume and mark her.
Lucian took a step back and she staggers, breathless. He lifted her in his arms, took her to the bed, laying her gently on the bed as he prepared to worship her.
Set on the bed, arms supporting her position, Lucian goes in for a kiss again. Their tongues melt into one another and they both moaned out in pleasure.
He broke away from her lips, pulling her dress down over her bosoms and proceeded to kiss a slow, hot path down her neck, pausing briefly to nip at the sensitive spot which made her cry out his name.
He proceeded to her breast, sucking a hardened bud into his mouth as he took his time massaging the other.
“Lucian….” she moaned out in pleasure as her body and wolf cried out for a release.
Then he took off her underwear. Slowly. Intentionally. Taking his time to savor her.
“So this is what you've wanted to do for the past week huh?” He groans, voice low.
M-Maybe...” her words pitch as he undoes her nightdress completely.
He stared at her body like she was a divine sculpture.
“It looks even better from down here.”
He doesn't use his hands… Just his tongue. He kissed her thighs, sniffing in her delicious scent before placing a full mouthed kiss on her c**t. Amara arched up with a sharp cry as she felt a jolt of electricity rushing through her.
“Be gentle” she says, staring at him with an innocence in her eyes that tells him all he needs to know.
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