68 The Heat
68 The Heat
Mara
I never imagined heat could be both ecstasy and torment-bliss and agony twisted into one relentless craving.
The moment Lucian thrust inside me, everything else disappeared. I didn’t want him-I needed him. I clung to him with everything I had, my body on fire, desperate to be filled, to be claimed, to be his.
“So hot,” he growled, his voice rough and breathless. “So wet, so slippery…”
His eyes burned golden, primal and wild.
His elongated teeth scraped against my neck as he panted, barely holding on. I dug my nails into his back, and he growled in response, hips snapping harder. We weren’t gentle. We weren’t soft. We were animals, lost in the heat.
“Harder, Lucian,” I begged, already trembling, already close again.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my hands and knees, and slammed into me without hesitation. I cried out, tearing at the pillow beneath me as my own claws emerged. My teeth lengthened with the rush of instinct, my entire body giving in to
the feral rhythm between us.
“Lucian…” I moaned, pushing back against every thrust, desperate to feel him deeper.
When I finally came, I shattered-every nerve lit up, my body collapsing from the sheer force of it. He followed seconds later, spilling inside me with a shudder and a growl that made my insides clench again. We collapsed together, breathless.
But I knew this was only the beginning.
Lucian laughed between gasps, running a hand through his hair.
“What’s funny?” I asked, still catching my breath.
“I was just imagining you at the Florence Hotel tonight,” he said, grinning.
I smacked his shoulder, groaning. “You’re stupid.”
“And you’re stubborn.”
“I would’ve swallowed my pride and called you,” I admitted quietly.
He looked at me then, expression softening. “Good. You do not want to go through heat alone, Mara. I’ve heard stories…”
He gave me a mock-spooky look, and despite everything, I giggled.
But before the moment could settle, the burning returned. Fast. Too fast.
“Lucian…” I said, legs falling open again, trying to cool the aching heat between them. “It’s starting again.”
He blinked, surprised. “Already? That’s… soon.”
“I know,” I snapped, my voice cracking with desperation. “Do something.”
He looked down at himself-still soft-and muttered, “Where are your toys?”
I pointed weakly to the dresser. “They won’t help. I need you. Your scent, your body. You.”
“s**t, Mara. I need to do some research-”
“Later.” I growled, eyes flashing. “Right now, I need you to f**k me. Now.”
His eyes glowed yellow again-his wolf answering my call.
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He moved fast, instincts taking over.
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He kissed the mark on my neck, sucking hard enough to make my toes curl, then spread my legs wide and lifted my hips into the air, settling between my thighs with a hunger that made my pulse race.
He drove into me in one hard thrust, and I gasped-it was deeper, sharper, perfect.
“Yes, there-right there,” I moaned, unable to stay still.
He kept hitting that spot, over and over, his control thinning, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Each stroke sent sparks through me. I was gone. High on him. Addicted.
“f**k, Mara… You’re incredible,” he growled, biting back a moan.
We weren’t thinking. We weren’t rational. But we fit. Wild, messy, reckless-and exactly what each other needed.
And to think, I once believed a toy could get me through this.
What a joke.
Lucian was still inside me, his hips gently rocking, keeping the fire at bay. He reached down, rubbing my clit with expert precision until I came again-shuddering, breathless. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he let my legs rest, still keeping himself buried deep.
“Hand me my phone,” he said suddenly.
I frowned, side-eyeing him with suspicion. “What for?”
He caught my look and laughed softly, shaking his head. “Not what you’re thinking. I’m not taking pictures of you like this,
Mara.”
He sat up slightly. “I’ve been reading about heat cycles. Some positions are more effective in easing the symptoms. What
we just did? That one’s apparently ideal. Staying inside helps stabilize things longer.”
I blinked. “We can’t stay like this forever, Lucian.”
His eyes, still glowing faintly yellow, locked onto mine. “I know. I just want to make it bearable for you. We’re both figuring
this out.”
He finally pulled out and stood, stretching his waist and groaning a little. He was clearly still burning, too.
“Why are your eyes still wolfed out?” I asked.
Lucian smiled. “Yours are, too. Your scent is… intense. Any wolf nearby would lose control. Including me.”
He stepped closer, brushing his hand over my shoulder.
“If I gave in fully to what my instincts want, I might hurt you,” he said, voice low. “I’m holding back because I don’t want to lose you in this.”
I smiled faintly, touched by the restraint behind his hunger.
“Let’s take a cold shower,” he said, brushing a kiss over my lips. “I’ll mind-link Austin and let him know not to serve us. I’ll
tell my father you’re in heat. No one will bother us.”
I frowned. “You’re exaggerating.”
He stepped in closer, his hands sliding down to my hips. “Trust me. Leaving this room right now would be a very bad idea.
He kissed me, slow and deep, then led me into the bathroom. The cold water hit us like ice, and I watched him flinch but
grit through it-for me.
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1 let my hands explore his body. His muscles flexed beneath my fingertips, his skin warm despite the water. I couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop wanting.
A moan slipped from my lips before I realized it.
Lucian raised a brow, eyes dark. “Like what you see, Mara?”
I looked at him, heart racing, desire spiraling. I nodded.
“It’s yours,” he whispered.
That was all I needed.
I launched into him, wrapping my legs around his waist, crashing my mouth to his. I kissed him like I was starving-
because I was.
*f**k me, Lucian. Right here. Right now.”
He held me effortlessly, pinning me to the cold tile wall. His mouth found the mark on my neck, sucking gently.
“I won’t f**k you,” he murmured against my skin. “I’ll make love to you.”
But to me, in that moment, there was no difference.
He moved slowly, deeply, letting me feel every inch of him. The cold water did little to quench the heat between us. It
made every touch sharper, every thrust more intense. I rocked against him, grinding, chasing the high.
“Deeper, Lucian. I need you to go deeper,” I moaned, clawing at his back. CO
It was overwhelming-so much sensation, so much feeling. Like I was discovering s*x for the first time. Like nothing else
had ever come close.
He held me steady, his strength unwavering, his pace deliberate. The ache faded with every stroke, replaced by pure bliss.
I came again and again, my body trembling with release. When he finally poured into me, I clung to him, boneless, spent.
He carried me back to bed and laid me down gently. Then, without a word, spread my legs and slid back inside-warm,
possessive, safe.
We drifted off like that, tangled together, and I prayed to whatever gods were listening that this counted as day one.
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