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Ariana

Leaving the crowd, I encountered a man. Although his skin had darkened significantly, I recognized his face at a glance. He stood before Lucas and me, causing me to involuntarily halt my steps. I don't want to meet him with Lucas at this time.

"Ariana, it's been a long time," the man said. He smiled, his tone carrying a hint of sadness. "You've grown beautifully confident. I almost didn't recognize you. And congratulations."

Familiar yet unfamiliar,

Rennes, the person I used to have a secret crush on. He was the son of a friend of my father. In our childhood, we used to play together. Back then, I thought we'd always be together. But later, I found out he had slept with my sister, and my innocent crush came to an abrupt end.

"Thank you, Rennes. When did you come back?" I looked at him calmly, and the sense of distance in my tone stunned him for a moment.

"About two years ago. I heard recently that you got married to…"

"Ariana, who is he?" Lucas interrupted our conversation, staring at Rennes with an unfriendly tone.

“Nice to meet you, Alpha Lucas, I’m-”

"Just a friend from childhood," I looked at Lucas. "We haven't seen each other in 8 years." I cut him off, don't want Lucas to know about my stupid past.

When I was 16, Rennes left the Silvermoon Tribe. It seemed he realized that my sister's feelings for him were just a passing whim, a way to provoke me. He attempted to avoid our awkward encounters and went in search of his dream of sailing.

"Sorry, Rennes, we have other things to attend to. We should be going." I took Lucas's hand and left.

Lucas

“Who is he?”

"An unimportant person."

"But that's not what your eyes say, come on, Ariana, I don't want secrets between us."

When Ariana and I came back, I could barely hold still. I wanted to know what the hell had happened while they were before. I expected her to start telling me everything, but Ariana said nothing. Then, I hustled her up to her room. I was pulling her out of her clothes, kissing her ferociously, like he was trying to devour her. The desire to have her, to see her full with our kids, came rushing through our bond.

I don't think we've been this close for a long time.

"W-wait, Lucas, that's a bad memory, I don't want to talk about it."

I'm kind of annoyed, I don't want Ariana's heart to be filled with other men who obviously knew each other a long time ago, even before me.

I felt it, and I couldn’t help but want it too. I've never been a gentleman. Right now, I only want to possess her fiercely and give her some punishment.

She gasped and twisted beneath me as I slipped my hand between her thighs and started preparing her. She turned her head and arched off the bed. I closed the door behind us and approached the bed slowly. I turned her over onto her hands and knees. I pulled her hips up and sunk into her without even undressing.

"Ariana, I want to know more about you,“ I think she's punishing me for having a past with her sister.

Fucking in the room where Ariana slept from childhood was a thrill.

She panted as I slid into her, letting out soft moans like she was trying to hold back as I thrust into her. Her mouth was slightly open, and I smiled as I thrust into her, jostling her with every thrust of my hips.

I pulled my shirt off, lifting her up to kiss her, loving the way she moaned into my mouth as I took her fast and hard.

“You sound so good, Ariana ,” I murmured against her mouth.

"Wait, Lucas..."

“How does it feel?” I growled, gripping her shoulder and thrusting harder. “Tell me.”

“I—” She wailed, her body going tight as she came. I growled, thrusting into her. “It’s too much!”

“I can feel you getting tighter around me. I can feel how much you like clenching around me like you don’t want me to pull out,”

“W-wait, Lucas. I-I can tell you, Rennes, that he used to be someone I had a crush on, but later he slept with my sister. That's all."

"So you haven't had any intimate experiences with him, right?"

"Of course not. My V-card was given to you, right?"

My heart sped up at the thought. Even if I know the truth now, I don't want to let her leave as I slipped my tongue into her mouth and wiggled out of my pajama pants. I was burning up with desire.

"Ariana, we've been through a lot these past two months...I want you."

"No, Lucas, this is my room, my parents will hear."

I laughed, my voice hoarse, "Don't worry, let's keep our voices down."

I pulled her up against me. The urge to have her burned through me. I lifted her up and slid her down on my cock before she caught her breath. She tensed around me, still shaking from an orgasm as I bounced her on my cock, enjoying the tight, wet heat of her body. She gasped and moaned as if she couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

“You always feel so good, Ariana,” I said, thrusting into her. “You always react so sweetly. Like it’s your first time every time.”

She shuddered, clinging to me like she wanted more.

“It’s too much,” she said softly. “Please…”

I smiled. “You always say that yet you always come.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot….” I groaned. “More, Ariana . You’re so perfect for me.”

“Hmmhmm, Lucas...”

“How do you feel?” I asked, kissing her shoulder. The heat and need had cooled down a little bit, but not by much.

She panted. “Tired.”

When I rolled off her, I kissed her on the brow, "Ariana, stop making me mad."

She just stared at me and fell asleep. I smiled, a little apologetic in my heart, she has been too tired recently, I should give her more rest time.