63 A Little Tense
Mara
Without a word, I shifted our positions-pressing him gently back against the wall. His brows lifted slightly, surprised, but
he let me take the lead.
I leaned in, kissed the mark I’d left on his neck, and he groaned low in his throat, gripping my waist tightly. His fingers squeezed my ass as I licked a path down his throat, then across the smooth planes of his chest.
I needed to taste him.
I needed to feel him respond beneath my tongue.
Then I travelled with my tongue to one of his n*****s and licked it. His cinnamon scent engulfed me.
Cinnamon had become my favourite flavour, and I could not get enough of it. I paid attention to his body. He moaned, and
then I went on my knees.
I took down his shorts and exposed his hardness. He was stiff, ready and mine. I placed him in my mouth, then licked the
tip with my tongue.
I tasted him and enjoyed listening to his growls and groans of pleasure.
I took as much as I could in my mouth, and when it hit the back of my throat, it made me gag a bit.
My eyes watered, and Lucian grabbed my hair forcing me to look up at him. he eyes filled with love and lust stard into mine, dep into my soul while he f****d my mouth with reckless abandon. He tried to pull out, but I stopped him.
Lucian had tasted me countless times. It was my turn to taste him, too.
“I am cumming, Mara,” he warned, his movement fast, intese and then he stilled stiffening and pouring himself down my throat. I swallowed, and the look on his face indicated he was amazed.
“I want to taste you,” He said, helping me up and leading me to the bed. I lay down facing up and resting on my elbows.
He rolled down my panties gently, his eyes on me. The lust was still strong and alive in them. Then he bent to kiss my p***y and stuck his togue in.
f**k! it felt good. It was so good that I dug my nails into the sheets and held on for dear life.
“So wet, so sweet”, he linked me. He clamped his mouth on my clit and sucked gently until I came..
. Then he placed my legs on his shoulders and rammed into me. Hitting the right spots. He moved hard and fast.
Somehow, I knew it would be a long ride.
We had been at it for hours, and by the end, I’d lost count of how many times I came. Lucian didn’t hold back, and neither did I. We were greedy for each other, and the entire wing probably heard us. Let them. We were alive-and we were ours.
We lay tangled on the bed, spent and quiet.
“At this rate,” Lucian said, voice thick with satisfaction, “we might get pregnant soon.”
I lifted my chin onto his chest and looked at him. He was smiling.
“Can’t wait,” I replied softly.
He traced lazy circles on my back. “Thank you, Mara… for adding colour to my dull life.”
I laughed gently and kissed his chest.
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When I first moved in, I had walls sky-high. I never thought they’d come down, not for him. But Lucian wasn’t the man I’d assumed he was. His love wasn’t weak or selfish-it was steady, protective, real.
The fact that we’d made it through that attack and were still lying here in each other’s arms? Proof, maybe, that the goddess was rooting for us after all.
Then the knock came.
Urgent. Sharp.
Lucian and I both sat up at once. He threw on a t-shirt and shorts. I grabbed my robe and cinched it tight.
At the door stood a young maid, wide-eyed and pale. “Alpha… Luna…” she gasped, out of breath. “It’s… Miss Livingston. She… she drank poison.”
My stomach dropped. Lucian didn’t speak-he just ran.
He didn’t look back.
Didn’t even glance at me.
I stood frozen in place.
He should’ve asked me to help. He should’ve said something-anything. But he was gone. Sprinting toward her room like his soul was tethered to hers.
I followed him partway down the hallway and watched as he emerged from Tina’s room, carrying her limp body in his arms. His face was pale, his jaw tight. He looked terrified.
“Austin! Get the car ready!” he barked.
And then he was gone, disappearing down the hall with her, still not saying a word to me.
Just like that, the intimacy we’d shared only moments ago felt like it belonged to someone else. A stranger.
I stood there, robe clutched tight, heart hammering for all the wrong reasons.
It wasn’t just that she’d gotten his attention.
It was how he looked at her while she had it.
And for the first time, I felt a crack form inside me-a thin fracture across the trust I’d built.
I tried to shake it off, to stay rational, but the truth screamed in my mind:
He didn’t hesitate.
Not for me. Not for us.
And whether or not he meant to-he’d just made me feel like a fool.
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I went back into our room and sank onto the couch, flicking on the television for noise more than distraction. I tried to convince myself it didn’t bother me.
But it did.
It really did.
We had just made love-intimate, deep, real. I still felt his touch on my skin. But minutes later, he was gone. No glance. No “I’ll be back.” Not even a nod in my direction.
In that moment, she was all that mattered to him.
I stared at the TV, but I wasn’t watching. My fingers drifted to the mark on my neck-his mark. Just hours ago, it had felt
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like a crown. Now it felt like shackles.
Had I moved too fast? Let my guard down too soon?
I wanted to believe Lucian’s feelings were mine alone, that what we had was solid. But the way he ran to her without a thought-without me-told another story. And I would be a fool to ignore it.
I waited with my phone in hand, hoping-needing-him to call.
To explain. To apologise. To see me.
But the phone never rang.
Two hours passed.
Then three.
And nothing.
I sat there, still in the robe I’d wrapped around myself before everything changed, feeling like a guest in my own life.
An intruder in my own home.
She was carrying his child, and I… I was the woman handed to him like a contract.
I didn’t cry. I couldn’t.
The hurt was too deep for that. It pressed against my chest, sharp and suffocating.
He hadn’t even followed our agreement-that anything regarding Tina would go through me. That was gone too, apparently. Replaced by some instinct stronger than his promises.
I stayed up most of the night, staring at the ceiling. Finally, when I was sure he wasn’t coming home, I let sleep take me.
Morning came, but the weight didn’t lift.
I showered in silence, packed a few essentials, and dressed quietly. I didn’t bother with a note. There was nothing left to say that wouldn’t cheapen how deeply I felt this.
I stepped out of the room with my bag, head down, heart heavier than I cared to admit.
“Luna Mara?” Austin’s voice stopped me, gentle and surprised.
I turned. He stood there holding my breakfast tray.
“Austin,” I replied, my voice clipped.
His eyes dropped to my bag, then back to my face. “Where are you going, Luna?”
I swallowed. “I can’t stay in that room by myself. I’m going to spend some time with my parents.”
He nodded respectfully, but I saw it-he knew.
Still, he said softly, “Madam… please, give him the benefit of the doubt.”
I looked away, jaw tight. “I can’t do that right now.”
And I left.
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I wasn’t going to my parents. I couldn’t bear the questions, the pity.
Instead, I planned to check into a hotel under an alias. I needed space. Time to shed the tears I was holding back.
To figure out how I’d become the woman who fell completely… for someone who might not be able to let go of his past.
Because no matter how much I loved Lucian, the truth cut deeper than I expected:
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He was the only one with my heart.
But I was sharing his with someone else.
And that wasn’t something I could pretend away-not this time.
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