Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted - Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Ava: His Pace
Lucas shifts, crawling up my body until his mouth hovers over mine. His breath fans across my lips, his eyes burning into mine. “Tell me what you need, mate,” he whispers, voice hoarse with arousal. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

I want him to devour me. To make me forget everything but the feel of him against me, inside me.

“Say it,” he insists, lips brushing against mine. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” I whisper, hands skimming down his sides. “I want you.”

His cock is hard against my thigh, thick and hot. I wrap my hand around it, stroking him slowly as he kisses me. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

“You have me,” he growls, nipping at my jaw. “Always.”

His mouth finds mine, devouring me in a brutal kiss that leaves me breathless. My hand moves between us, guiding him to my entrance. Hot. Warm. Everything I need, as anticipation has my thighs shaking.

One thrust and he’s inside, filling me in one smooth stroke. The stretch is divine, and I throw my head back with a moan, lifting my hips to urge him deeper.

A quick roll of his hips obliges, but then he pulls out slowly before slamming back in. It’s a slow, torturous pace, and he doesn’t waver, even as I scrabble to grip his hips and drag him forward. Each movement drags a whimper from me, my body arching to meet his. I want faster, harder, but he holds me down, his hands firm on my hips.

He knows what I need but takes what he wants. Slow and steady, drawing out the pleasure until it builds to an unbearable pitch. I can feel it coiling in my belly, a tight knot of sensation that threatens to snap me in two.

“Lucas, please,” I beg, hands clawing at his back. My fingers dig into his shoulders, trying to drag him closer, to pull him in deeper.

He whispers against my lips, tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “I’ve got you, little mate. Let go.”

Another thrust, harder than the last. His cock hits that sweet spot deep inside and my world explodes in a burst of color and light, pleasure shooting through me like an electric current. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as I shatter around him.

Lucas continues to move, drawing out my orgasm until it tapers off into aftershocks. I’m boneless, floating in a haze of pleasure, but he isn’t done with me yet.

He rolls us over until I’m straddling his hips, his cock still buried deep inside me. My breasts bounce as he pushes up into me, his hands gripping my hips. I move with him, riding him slowly as my breath comes in ragged gasps.

It always leaves me feeling a little insecure up here, having him watch me from below.

“Am I too heavy?” I shift my weight, worried that I might be crushing him, even if it’s ridiculous. The man’s stronger than an ox.

Lucas groans, pulling me tighter against him. “No, little mate. You’re perfect.”

The incredible slide of pleasure and friction makes it hard to think, to focus. I move experimentally, my body taking over where my brain falters. The drag and pull of his cock inside me has me moaning and rocking my hips forward, back, forward again.

Oh, that’s… Yeah.

That’s what I need.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his hands grabbing my hips to help guide me, showing me the rhythm he wants. “You like that, don’t you, little witch?”

The endearment sends a little shiver over my skin.

His fingers bite into my hips, his thumbs rubbing over the flare of my hip bones. My moan fills the room, my body clenching around him as he thrusts up into me. The pace is leisurely, almost lazy, but every movement drags another whimper from my throat.

It’s probably the least ladylike I’ve ever sounded, but I don’t care. Not even if the pack can hear it all outside our window. I’m beyond embarrassment, beyond care.

There’s only this—this and Lucas. My body moves of its own accord, and the gentle glide of his cock inside me turns my thighs to liquid fire. They shake from the effort. It’s harder than I thought it would be.

“That’s it,” he says again, voice rougher now, more strained. “You’re doing so good, little mate. Come on. Faster. Ride me harder.”

Harder. I can do harder. I lean forward, bracing my hands on his shoulders, and move faster, finding a rhythm we both need. His hips snap up to meet mine, his back arching off the bed. His eyes burn into mine, primal, hungry.

The bed creaks beneath us, the feral sound of our bodies slapping together filling my ears. No words are needed as his hands fall away from my hips, skimming up my sides to cup my breasts instead. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and electricity shoots straight to my core.

“Oh—”

Breath is wrenched from my lungs as my body tenses. Lucas rolls his hips, lifting to meet me, and the world tilts on its axis. Everything narrows down to the feel of him inside me, the drag and pull of my body moving against his.

I don’t know how long we move, lost in a rhythm dictated by our bodies and needs. It’s carnal. Sensual. Totally and utterly focused on the pleasure building between us, drawn out in long, delicious strokes.

His hands fall away from my breasts, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me down for a kiss. I taste myself on his lips, the tang of sweat and sex, and his moan vibrates against my mouth. I’m breathless, panting as I move against him, lost in the slide and glide of our bodies.

“That’s it,” he whispers against my lips, his breath hot and heavy. “Come for me again, little mate. Let me feel it.”

I don’t need to be told twice. My body is coiled tight, wound like a spring, and when he shifts his hips, hitting that spot deep inside that lights up my nerve endings, I shatter once again. I cry out, my body bowing as I fall apart around him. Lucas lets out a hoarse shout as he follows, his body tensing beneath mine.

For a long moment, we’re frozen, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together.

My legs burn, making me wonder how Lucas does it every time, without a single complaint. Men are just made different, I guess.

Still trembling with aftershocks, I collapse onto his chest. I’m a mass of quivery Ava pudding, and I have no energy left in me. His heart thunders beneath my ear, matching the rapid beat of my own.

Between the wards, traveling miles in the snow, and our fun exercise, I’m ready for some serious snuggles and a long nap—

The world spins as Lucas rolls us over, pinning me beneath him once more. His amber eyes burn with renewed hunger.

“Not done with you yet, little mate.”

“No, no, no.” I laugh breathlessly, slapping my palm over his mouth before he can kiss me. “I’ll die if we go again. My legs already feel like jelly.”

His eyes glitter with amusement above my hand, and he presses a kiss to my palm. “Shower then? We both need to clean up.”

“Now that,” I say, lowering my hand to trace his jaw, “sounds perfect.”