Chapter 249

Chapter 249
Lucas

After about two hours of crazy sex in the forest, we returned to the cabin on the edge of Storm Ridge.

My hand was bandaged now—Vivian had insisted on cleaning and wrapping the cut as soon as we returned.

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her move around my bedroom wearing nothing but my dark blue button-up shirt. It hung loosely on her petite frame, the hem barely covering her ass.

'Two days since that attack,' I thought, my mind shifting to business. 'Most of the werewolves evacuated to the safe locations. Just waiting on that final call to set everything in motion.'

I'd been hunting down the hunters for weeks, extracting information before executing them.

Vortend caught the two hunters and had them arrested. But let's face it, anyone who goes to prison can be released, especially when this is all a game orchestrated by those in power—they would have been out sooner or later...

So I arranged to have them taken care of in prison. When you have the right connections, handling matters like this is child's play.

My eyes traced the scratch marks across Vivian's back as she bent to pick up a discarded piece of clothing. Those marks were my handiwork—evidence of our passionate encounter in the forest. She caught me staring and smiled, but there was something troubled in her expression.

"What's on your mind?" I asked, leaning back against the headboard.

Vivian sighed, running a hand through her tousled hair. "It's Archer. I don't understand why he's being such an ass to Grace."

I raised an eyebrow. "Grace doesn't need your sympathy, Vivian. And she definitely doesn't want anyone interfering in whatever's going on between her and Archer."

"But—"

"If he chooses to ignore her existence, that's his loss," I said with a shrug. "She's a capable woman. She can handle herself."

Vivian sat beside me on the bed, her legs tucked under her. "I think he's finally letting go of his obsession with Selene. And he hasn't made any snide comments about Vortend since Grace showed up."

I scoffed. "He's still a fucking hypocrite."

Vivian's eyes drifted to my bandaged hand, concern etching her features. "This was reckless, you know," she said, gently touching the wrapping she'd applied.

"Seriously..." she continued, her voice softening. "You're taking too many risks lately. You're not being careful enough."

I pulled her closer, my hand sliding up her thigh. "We have more important things ahead of us. Relax. Don't worry. Everything will be better tomorrow."

I was leaning in to kiss her when my encrypted phone rang. The specific tone told me exactly who was calling before I even looked at the screen.

I grabbed the phone from the nightstand, giving Vivian a look that said 'wait for me.' She nodded, understanding the importance of this call.

'Looks like the Alpha has spoken with the Alliance representatives,' I thought as I answered. "How did it go?"

Vortend's voice came through, clipped and businesslike. "Not well. However, while Selene believes we should try negotiating again... I've decided to leave this in your hands. I have a feeling the human president has no choice but to accept your terms."

I suppressed a cold laugh. 'Of course he has no choice.'

"I'll handle it, " I replied, my voice steady and confident. "The next time we meet, our kind will have true freedom."

I ended the call without waiting for his response. The pieces were falling into place exactly as I'd planned.

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As I set the phone down, Vivian was watching me with that knowing look in her eyes. She'd been by my side long enough to understand what was happening without me having to explain.

"So..." she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You're going to handle things your way?"

I looked at her hungrily, taking in the way my shirt hung open, revealing glimpses of her breasts. My voice dropped to a husky growl. "That's right. But right now, I'm going to 'handle' you first..."

Vivian's smile widened as she took my hand—the uninjured one—and guided it to her chest. "Maybe... right about here..." she purred, her voice thick with desire.

I look down at Vivian, her lip caught between her teeth, eyes brimming with raw desire as her hands press over mine, guiding me through the thin fabric of the shirt to grip her firm breasts again.

I smirk, a low growl rumbling in my throat as my fingers pinch her nipples, feeling them harden like little pebbles under my palms.

“Fuck, you’re such a damn tease,” I rasp, my voice rough with lust, before crashing my lips against hers, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, tasting her sweet heat.

She lets out a soft moan, her body arching slightly, legs instinctively wrapping around my waist.

I slide one hand under the hem of her shirt, yanking it up to expose her smooth stomach and those tempting tits. I dip my head, taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard and grazing it with my teeth. She lets out a sharp cry, her hands tangling in my hair.

“Fuck, Lucas… harder…” she gasps, her voice dripping with need.

I pull back, grinning wickedly at her. “Want it rougher, huh?” I don’t wait for an answer, flipping her onto her back and pinning her beneath me.

I tug down my sweatpants, freeing my cock, already hard as fuck and aching. I spread her legs wide, my fingers dipping to her pussy—she’s soaking wet, her juices dripping down her inner thighs. I circle her clit with my thumb, gripping my cock with my other hand, lining it up with her entrance before slamming in deep.

“Oh, fuck!” she screams, her body jolting, that tight little cunt gripping me like a vice.

I start thrusting hard, each stroke hitting her deepest spot, the headboard creaking with every brutal move. “Like that, baby?” I growl, my hands grabbing her ass, giving it a hard slap.

“Fucking love it… faster!” she moans, eyes glazed with lust, hands clutching the sheets as she meets my thrusts. I pick up the pace, sweat dripping from my forehead, the heat of raw desire thick in the air.