Chapter 28 Fucked In The Woods (7)

Chapter 28 Fucked In The Woods (7)
—•LUCIA•—

The Rogue King pulled back, breaking the kiss with a ragged, wet sound.

His chest rose and fell heavily as he locked eyes with me, that crimson gaze blazing with a hunger that made my stomach tighten.

“You smell heavenly,” he rasped. “Like jasmine and strawberries.” His fingers tightened against me as his jaw clenched. “I want you. I want you so fucking much.”

His words sent a violent shiver through me, stealing the air from my lungs and scattering my thoughts.

My thighs stayed clamped tightly together, but it did nothing to ease the deep, throbbing pull building within my pussy.

It only made me feel how empty and wet I was with every passing second.

The heat already burning under my skin surged deeper, flooding my limbs until I could no longer deny what was happening.

My heat had come.

Moon Goddess, help me.

I wanted to pull away from his embrace, to run as far as I could from him… and yet, at the same time, I wanted him.

Right now.

I wanted him to take me right there on the forest floor, like nothing else in the world mattered but him.

In the distance, a wolf howled, the sound piercing through the night.

The deep, resonant call echoed through the trees, and I knew exactly what it meant.

Somewhere out there, a wolf had found a female to mate with.

He was marking his territory, warning every other werewolf to stay away.

The Rogue King’s head snapped toward the sound, a smirk tugging at his lips before his gaze settled back on me.

Without warning, he swept me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.

Before I could even react, he was already moving—running through the forest with inhuman speed.

The ground vanished beneath us, the trees streaking past in blurred shadows as the wind tore at everything around us.

Within seconds, we arrived inside a cave deep in the woods.

The darkness was thick and absolute, broken only by the silver spill of moonlight pouring through a jagged opening in the stone ceiling.

He lowered me to the cool cave floor with surprising gentleness, a stark contrast to the feral hunger still burning in his eyes.

Then he tilted his head back and let out a howl, deep, primal, and raw, echoing off the stone walls until it seemed to awaken something ancient inside me.

The veins in his neck strained with the force of it.

And when he finally lowered his head and turned to me again, his eyes were no longer red.

They glowed golden.

“Mine!” he growled, the single word landing like a declaration, a promise, and a threat all at once.

He settled between my legs and claimed my mouth again, his kiss fierce and demanding.

His hands followed, roaming over my body with unrestrained certainty, sliding across my waist, my hips, my sides, leaving trails of scorching heat in their wake.

My heart pounded so hard I thought it might break free from my chest, every breath coming sharper as I pressed against him.

Inside my mind, Skylar stirred.

She uncurled from her stubborn corner and stretched lazily, a quiet wave of contentment spilling through our bond.

‘Finally,’ she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. ‘We’re with our mate. He tastes so good.’

I smiled into the kiss, unable to help myself.

The Rogue King broke away suddenly, his movements rough and impatient as he tore at his clothes.

He ripped his shirt over his head and shoved his pants down his legs, stripping away the fabric until he stood before me completely naked.

I stared at his body, my breath catching in my throat.

He was magnificent.

His frame was packed with muscle, every inch of him carved and defined, but his skin was a map of scars.

Long, slashing marks crisscrossed his chest, while jagged lines that looked like claw marks ripped down his ribs.

Some were old, faded to a silvery white, while others were newer, still pink and raised.

They looked painful.

More than painful.

“They look hideous, right?” His voice was quieter now.

I swallowed hard. “No. They don’t.”

It was a lie.

They did.

I reached out, tracing my fingers along a particularly gnarled scar that stretched across his chest.

The skin was rough beneath my touch, raised and uneven.

Slowly, my hand glided lower, dipping down his stomach until my fingertips met the rigid, carved lines of his abs.

I traced the deep definition there, feeling the heavy muscles twitch and tense beneath my touch.

“You like them?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

“Yes,” I breathed, looking up at him. “They’re beautiful.”

“I’m glad you love them,” he murmured, a dark smile flashing on his lips.

I pulled my hands back, still staring at his defined body.

My eyes trailed lower, past the sharp lines of his hips until they landed on his cock.

It was thick, long, and fucking hard.

A small, involuntary sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.

"Don't be scared, I will be gentle," he said, noticing my widened eyes.

Leaning in, he crashed his mouth back down onto mine, and I met him without a single second of hesitation.

I threw myself forward, pressing my body flush against his bare chest.

The contact of his naked skin against mine sent a violent volley of sparks dancing across my nerve endings.

His hands tangled in the hem of my dress, tugging the fabric upward.

We broke apart only long enough for him to rip the gown over my head and toss it aside.

The absolute second the barrier was gone, our lips collided again—desperate, breathless, and starving.

His fingers worked at my bra, unclasping it with practiced ease before sliding the straps down my shoulders.

The cool cave air bit at my exposed skin, making my nipples ache and tighten into hard peaks.

Without missing a beat, his hand slid lower, his fingers hooking firmly into the waistband of my panties.

My breath hitched, trapping itself in my throat.

Sensing the sudden shift, he stopped kissing me and pulled back, his golden eyes burning as they searched my face.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Don’t be.” His voice softened, dropping to a tone I didn’t think possible for a man like him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I…” The word died on my lips.

He reached down, enveloping both of my hands in his. “I promise. I won’t hurt you,” he repeated, his gaze holding mine. “If you want me to stop, at any point, just say so. I promise I will.”

I stared up at him, searching the hard lines of his face for even a hint of deception.

This was the Rogue King.

The merciless monster who had decimated entire packs.

The savage beast who had slaughtered hundreds of wolves.

And yet here he was, holding my hands as if I were made of glass, speaking to me with more tenderness than anyone had ever shown me in my entire life.

Was I dreaming?

I doubted it, but if I was, I never wanted to wake up.

I wanted to savor this exact moment entirely.

“Okay,” I whispered.

He nodded once, a look of fierce relief crossing his features before he leaned in, pressing a soft, quick kiss to my lips.

Pulling his hand away from mine, he easily found my panties, hooking his fingers into the fabric and sliding them down my legs until I was completely naked beneath him.

A soft, shaky breath escaped me as the cool air met my pussy.

He paused, his golden eyes traveling over my naked skin with an expression that bordered on absolute reverence.

He was hesitating, holding his own dark instincts back entirely for me.

He shouldn't.

My body needed him.

Right now.

The agonizing heat had me so fucking desperate, so impossibly wet and aching, that I thought I might lose my mind if he didn’t touch me soon.

Every passing second was pure torture.

Reaching up, I grabbed his face, digging my fingers into his jaw as I pulled him down into a bruising kiss.

Breaking away just enough to breathe, I whispered against his lips, “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”