Chapter 58 Paying Attention to Me
ARYA
‘What are you doing?’ I sent through the bond, narrowing my eyes at him.
I nodded along to what someone was saying in the background, even if I couldn't hear, or frankly are right now with Luca’s land moving dangerously close to the apex of my thighs.
‘Making sure you’re paying attention to me.’ I could hear the smile in his voice, even though I wasn't looking at him.
‘Everyone is here!’
‘I know. Exciting, isn’t it?’
His fingers brushed against my core through my dress, and I barely suppressed a gasp.
‘Luca, stop.’
‘Why?’ His thumb was so close to my clit now. Just a little more and he’ll feel– ‘You’re already getting wet. I can feel it.’
He was right. Despite my protests, my body was responding to his touch. The risk of being caught, the illicit nature of it was intoxicating.
‘If you don’t stop, I’m going to make a scene.’ I was bluffing and he knew it because I opened my legs wider in an almost unnoticeable move, but it gave him more access.
‘Good.’
His finger pressed exactly where I needed it, and I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning.
“Luna Arya, are you alright?” Bardon’s concerned voice cut through my haze.
“Fine,” I managed, my voice slightly strangled. “Just thinking about everything we need to do.”
Under the table, Luca’s finger continued its torment. Tracing the gusset of my soaked panties. Feeling just how wet I am for him.
“The summit preparations are extensive,” Bardon agreed. “But I have faith you’ll manage brilliantly.”
“Thank you,” I gasped as Luca increased pressure.
Ryker was watching me with narrowed eyes. He knew something was wrong. And from the way his jaw clenched, I think he knew exactly what was happening.
‘Stop. Now. Ryker knows.’
‘Let him know. Let everyone know you’re mine.’
‘Luca—’
His finger slipped beneath my underwear, finding me slick and ready. I nearly came off my chair.
“Excuse me,” I stood abruptly, almost knocking over my wine glass. “I need some air.”
I fled to the terrace, my legs shaky, my body aching with unfulfilled need.
Luca followed seconds later, a predatory smile on his face.
“That was cruel,” I accused, glaring at him. My legs were still shaky. I could barely stand straight.
“That was fun.” He backed me against the stone railing. “Did you see how hard you were trying not to react? How your cheeks flushed? How your breathing changed?”
“Everyone noticed!”
“Good. Let them notice. Let them see how much you want me.” His hand slid under my dress, finding me again. “Because you do want me, don’t you, little wolf?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes.”
“Then take what you want.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He caught me easily, pinning me against the wall as his mouth claimed mine.
“Here?” I panted against his lips. “Someone could see—”
“I don’t care.” He was already freeing himself, positioning at my entrance. “I need you. Now.”
He thrust in, and I screamed into his shoulder, biting down to muffle the sound.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take all of me. Show me how much you need this.”
He fucked me against the wall with abandon, each thrust hitting deep. One hand gripped my hip, the other tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so he could mark my neck again.
“Mine,” he snarled between bites. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasped. “All yours. Only yours.”
“Damn right.”
His pace increased, brutal and perfect. I could feel my release building, that delicious pressure coiling tighter and tighter.
“Luca, I’m—”
“Come. Come on my cock where anyone could hear you. Show them who makes you feel this good.”
I shattered, my orgasm tearing through me with such intensity I saw white. He followed seconds later, his roar of completion probably audible inside.
We stayed there, pressed together, both breathing hard.
“You’re insatiable,” I finally managed.
“Only with you.” He kissed me softly, calming my lips like it was the very air he needed to breathe. “I can’t get enough of you. Every time I have you, I want you again immediately.”
“We should probably go back inside.”
“Probably.” But he didn’t move. “Though I’m not opposed to round two right here.”
“Your guests—”
“Can wait.” His hips rocked against mine, and I felt him already hardening again. “Five more minutes.”
Those five minutes turned into twenty. He didn't release until i’d had two more orgasms, one against his tongue, screaming his name loud enough that I was sure half of the meeting party heard. But I didn't care. I’d never known to be reckless like this. With him, conquering the world felt simple. Because if I'm lighting the world on fire, he’ll be beside me with the match, urging me to do whatever I like more.