CHAPTER 35: CHAPTER 35 DESIRE

Leo

Victoria leaned forward, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss that began gentle but quickly ignited into something far more heated. My hands instinctively gripped her hips, pulling her more firmly against the hardness growing beneath her as a growl rumbled deep in my chest.

"You drive me crazy, little wolf," I murmured against her mouth, my control slipping with each passing second.

I felt her shift to straddle me properly, her thighs parting to accommodate my larger frame as her hands slid up my chest to my shoulders. The bond between us vibrated with shared desire, amplifying every sensation.

"Show me," she whispered, her voice husky with want, her eyes darkening as she ground herself against my arousal.

Those two simple words shattered what remained of my restraint. In one fluid motion, I stood, lifting her with me as if she weighed nothing, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. I claimed her mouth again as I carried her from the study toward our bedroom.

We barely made it through the bedroom door before I was lowering her onto our massive bed. I covered her smaller body with mine, breathing in our combined scents—sandalwood and cedar mixing with honey and wildflowers to create something uniquely ours.

My mouth found the sensitive junction where her neck met her shoulder, where my mating mark proudly displayed our bond to the world. I nipped at it gently, then soothed the spot with my tongue, rewarded with Victoria’s gasp of pleasure beneath me.

"Leo," she moaned, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt in her eagerness to touch skin.

Sensing her urgency, I pulled back just enough to yank my shirt over my head, baring my chest to her hungry gaze. I watched as her eyes traced the scars that marked my torso—each one a story of battles fought and won, of the power I’d earned through blood and strategy. When her fingertips traced the long scar that curved from my shoulder across my pectoral, I felt a shudder of pleasure run through me.

"You’re beautiful," she whispered, as if the thought had escaped without her permission.

"That’s my line, little wolf," I murmured, my hands sliding under her sweater to caress the soft skin beneath. "Let me see you."

With deliberate slowness, maintaining eye contact, she raised her arms, allowing me to pull her sweater over her head. The sight of her in just her bra made my mouth water, her breasts straining against delicate lace. I cupped them reverently, feeling their weight and warmth through the fabric.

"Perfect," I growled, deftly unhooking her bra and casting it aside. "Every inch of you is perfect."

I lowered my head to take one rosy nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue before drawing it between my lips. Victoria arched beneath me, a soft moan escaping her as her fingers tangled in my hair. The taste of her skin, the sound of her pleasure, the scent of her arousal—it was all working together to drive my wolf to the edge of control.

My free hand moved to the button of her jeans, popping it open and sliding the zipper down with practiced ease. "Lift your hips," I commanded, my voice rougher than usual with need.

She complied immediately, allowing me to pull her jeans and underwear down in one smooth motion, leaving her gloriously naked beneath me. I took a moment to simply look at her—all soft curves and smooth skin, so much smaller and more delicate than me, yet strong in ways that continued to surprise me.

To my surprise, Victoria sat up, reaching boldly for the buckle of my belt. "My turn," she said, her voice huskier than normal, her eyes meeting mine with a challenge that made my cock twitch in anticipation.

I remained still, allowing her to undo my belt and work on my zipper, her fingers brushing teasingly against my straining erection. When she finally freed me from the confines of my clothing, her small gasp of appreciation sent a surge of masculine pride through me. Without hesitation, she wrapped her hand around my length, her touch sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.

"Victoria," I groaned, my head falling back slightly as she began to stroke me with surprising confidence.

What happened next nearly broke my control entirely. Without warning, she lowered her head, pressing a kiss to the tip of my cock before taking me into her mouth. The wet heat of her tongue swirling around me pulled a sharp breath from my lungs.

"Fuck," I hissed, my hand instinctively moving to the back of her head, not pushing, just connecting us. "Your mouth feels incredible, little wolf."

She hummed in pleasure at my praise, the vibration around my cock making me groan again. The sight of my Luna—my beautiful, surprising Victoria—taking me into her mouth with such enthusiasm was almost too much to bear. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and the combination of innocence and wicked intent in her gaze nearly undid me then and there.

"Victoria," I warned as she took me deeper, my abdomen tightening with the effort of restraint. "If you keep that up—"

Instead of heeding my warning, she increased her efforts, her tongue working magic along my shaft as her hand gripped what wouldn’t fit in her mouth. The bond between us pulsed with shared pleasure, her own arousal spiking in response to mine.

When my release finally came, it was with a deep growl that tore from my chest, my hand tightening in her hair as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. Victoria didn’t pull away, continuing until I gently guided her back, my chest heaving as I tried to regain my breath.

I stared down at her—cheeks flushed, lips swollen, hair mussed from my hands—and felt something dangerously close to worship surge through me. In one swift movement, I had her on her back, my body covering hers as I kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her lips and finding it unexpectedly erotic.

"My turn," I whispered against her mouth, echoing her earlier words. My hand slid down between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. "So responsive," I murmured appreciatively, stroking through her folds. "Always so ready for me."

I worked her with my fingers, circling, stroking, dipping inside her heat as her hips rose to meet my touch. When I finally lowered my mouth to replace my fingers, she cried out, her back arching off the bed. I held her hips firmly, keeping her in place as I devoured her, driven by the dual desire to give her pleasure and mark her with my scent in the most primal way.

"Leo, please," she gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets as her thighs trembled on either side of my head.

I looked up the length of her body, taking in the sight of her flushed skin and heaving breasts. "Tell me what you want, little wolf," I demanded, needing to hear her say it. "I want to hear you say it."

Victoria met my gaze, her eyes glowing with the amber light of her slowly awakening wolf. "I want you inside me," she managed, her voice breaking with need. "Please, Leo."

Those words—that surrender—were all I needed. I moved up her body, positioning myself at her entrance before thrusting forward in one powerful movement that joined us completely. The sensation of her tight heat surrounding me pulled a groan from deep in my chest. I stilled for a moment, forehead resting against hers, our breathing synchronized through our bond.

"Mine," I growled, beginning to move with deep, measured strokes that hit every spot inside her. "Say it, Victoria. Tell me you’re mine."

"I’m yours," she gasped, her nails digging into my back in a way that only heightened my pleasure. Then, in a move that surprised and delighted me, she added fiercely, "And you’re mine."

My pace increased at her claim, my thrusts becoming more powerful as I slipped one hand between us to touch her where we were joined. I could feel her tightening around me, her release approaching as the bond between us vibrated with shared pleasure.

"That’s it," I encouraged, my voice rough with exertion. "Come for me, Luna."

The way she clenched around me with that deep thrust had me gritting my teeth, knowing she was right there at the edge. When her cry split the air, my name tumbling from her lips like a prayer, pride and hunger tore through me. I followed her over the edge seconds later, my body tensing as release crashed through me, her name a reverent echo in my mind and on my tongue.

Afterward, I stayed where I belonged—wrapped around her. Her head rested on my chest, her scent mixing with mine, the bond between us humming with the deep, satisfied contentment of our wolves. My fingers traced lazy circles on her bare back, memorizing every curve, every warmth.

"I won’t let you down, Leo," she whispered against my skin, the promise hitting me deeper than she could know. "I’ll be the Luna you deserve."

I tightened my arms around her, pressing my lips to the top of her head. "You already are, Victoria."

As her breathing slowed, sleep pulling her under, I just lay there listening to the steady beat of her heart.