Chapter 12 12
Lena's pov
I stared at the 6'9 tall burly being Approaching the bed with a wary stare.
It dawned on me that as much as I thought I didn't know much about Lucien, one thing was clear, if he wanted to kill me in an instant he could.
He was stronger. It took my father imposing his aura on me to get me to submit. Lucien barely released his aura, only his presence reinstated his authority, reminded me he was a Lycan.
Despite that I don't let him see the effect he has on me. There's a certain nervousness that claws up my body, tightening like a noose around my neck as he approaches the bed, his golden irirses like molten flames burning down the skin off my face. But there's more. He was barechested and in just his pants.
It was only natural for my eyes to trail down and my stomach flipped, in a way that took my breath for some seconds. My cheeks heated as memories of his body coming down on me in slow successive motions as he strokes inside me flashed in my mind.
I never believed my first time would ever occur on a work desk in an office of all places, but I wasn't complaining
Suddenly, the bed shifted under his weight and in horror I realized I had been lost in thoughts, letting my self be vulnerable and let him smell my arousal.
The amusement swimming in his eyes are like stone cold reminders of what I just did. Cheeks still burning, I roll over the side of the bed, but he doesn't come after me. At the end of the bed, half embarrassed, I watch, drawn into more confusion as he lies back, the back of his elbow over his eyes while the other lay at his side next to him.
"What- what do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Is this my punishment? Some Kink of yours or something?"
He slightly peels back the arm over his eyes and I see a brief glint in them before they are shielded again.
"And what do you know about kinks, Lena."
"I know it's not supposed to piss me off."
"Really? How is it supposed to me you feel then? Last I checked, you were a virgin-" my cheeks bloomed with heat as I glared at him, thankful his eyes were shielded, else he'd see my glare falter, or my eyes travelling to the build of muscle perfectly embodied into his chest, trailing down to perfectly tanned abs. "You lacked experience- what makes you think you know anything about kinks."
"It's a substantial factor to get a concept of at an early teen age. People knew what their kinks were long before finding their mates."
"How?"
Silence ensued in the room.
"H- how what?"
He finally brought down the arm, and I'm aware that the only time we've ever been this close had been in intimate moments, and more than ever I didn't want a repeat of anything that would involve things turning heated.
I was still mad at him. Five Omegas including Mercy were out there getting unjustly punished for something they played no role in. The more I tried to fight for their place here in the pack, the more I felt I was getting them in even more trouble. After the other night I decided I was going to gain their trust- I didn't exactly do a very good job from their perspective having to watch their fellow Omega get punished. Food got wasted still and I felt worse.
I felt a thrilling sensation envelope me as my jaw was clutch between his hand, forcing me to peer into his eyes. Good Lord. My knees were weak. If I wasn't already in bed, my leg would give way and I'd have fallen over.
"How do you know what your kink is- what you like?"
I'm aware of the steel underlying tone underneath the soft tone of his voice. In basic sense he's trying to make me out the man I've been with before him. The one who satisfied all my fantasies even before I lost my innocence to someone else.
Unfortunately thee had been none. But he didn't have to know that.
"You thought you had me a saint but you were wrong Lucien. I may have been a virgin but I was no saint."
Big mistake.
He was fast, and in half a second I was under him, his hand grappling for my neck, not too tight to make me gasp for air but so I would be put in place.
My hands grappled back, struggling to grab hold of him in a way of defense, but with his other hand, he locked both wrists of mine above my head. Darkness eluded my senses for a few seconds as he leaned in, filling my nostrils with his thick heady scent.
"What happened? Did I prick your tail? Can't handle not being the only man to have touched me? What were you expecting?"
"You've got a sharp tongue Lena, I'll give you that. You don't know when you've gone far do you?" Our breaths turned ragged, his breath on my lips as he whispered in that husky voice of his that made my stomach tremble.
I hated him- right now more than ever for what he did, but at that same time, Goddess I wish he'd just break through this tense restraint between us right now and kiss me till I couldn't breath.
"You're jealous," I chuckle half heartedly, ignoring the raised brows as a sign of denial. I berate him with my eyes, holding his gaze as I slowly lower my lashes to peer up at him indistinctly. "You can't stand it, can you? You try to pretend I'm nothing more to you than a conquest but the thought of another man's hands one me has you acting like a possessive child."
His grip tightens around my neck, just before the amused glint returns to his previously blank stare. Slowly, he loosens his grip, reaching up with his thumb to draw down my lower lip.
I scowl at him, hoping to goddess he doesn't hear my heart racing or my body slowly arching off the bed, yearning for his body to crush mine.
He stares down at my lips, his gaze far off than where his eyes fall, like he's deep in thought.
"It doesn't matter how many men had touched you, Lena. My opinion still stands. You don't know what you like- what your kinks are," he leans in, his lips to my ear. I draw in a sharp breath and exhale in a second, shutting my eyes as heat blooms between my legs , like a searing whirlpool of desire aching to be satiated.
His breath is hot, and tingles spread from my ears, spreading down to my wrists which we're still bound, up to my fingertips which clench, trembling slightly. My toes mimic then, curling between the sheets.
"You'd have to explore your dirty little fantasies before rushing into conclusions Lena." His head lifts and I turn to the side so our eyes lock.
The corner of his lips is lifted, he's enjoying this, jt I'm not the only one affected. I can see the arousal pooling in his eyes, darkening till I saw Black and his golden irirses has disappeared completely. His grip around my wrist had tightened. And his thumb, pressing down on my bottom lip-
"Lu-" I open my mouth in protest but the glint in his eyes return as he pushes his finger into my mouth. He looks down at me expectantly.
"Tell me, Lena. How does the thought of my fingers in your throat make you feel .. or..." I try to speak, wriggling underneath him but he pushes him thumb even deeper till I gag. "You'd prefer them elsewhere?"
I breath through my nose, trying to stay calm. His smirk widened as he pushes through again. Tears sting my eyes as I willingly relax my throat, closing my lips around the shaft if his palm to let him in.
I couldn't breathe, but my heart raced even faster, and with my nostrils my only source of breath, his scent eluded my senses even more as would intoxicating alcohol. I have never felt this way before, between death's door and a world of ecstasy, and so badly, a part of me wanted to remain where I was.
My legs clenched against each other as I gasped softly for breath, knees rubbing against each other as I swirled my tongue around the tip of my thumb, moaning as he pushed through even deeper.
"You take it in so good," he praises in that voice of his avd I hate that it makes me feel good. I lean in to take the length of the entire thumb but with his finger he pushes me back, from underneath my jaw, back to the comfort of the pillows behind my head. "makes me wish it was cock fucking your throat."
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