Lucas''s hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.


    There''s heat in his eyes. Golden flames flicker in their depths, reflecting the fire burning between us. I shiver as he teases his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt, a shudder that starts deep in my core and ripples outward.


    His hands slide up my stomach, burning trails of need across my skin. "You didn''t answer my question, Luna."


    His fingers brush under my breasts, never quite touching what I need. I arch forward with a gasp. "Wh-what question?"


    "Are you sure you aren''t doing this on purpose?" My nipples peak beneath his teasing.


    "I''m not—Lucas..." My plea is breathless, and he chuckles.


    "What do you want, Luna?" Again, the way my thighs clench and desire pulses between my legs when he calls me that. Shit. I''m drenched.


    His lips brush my ear, nipping at my earlobe, sending another shock of need through me. "Do you want me to breed you, Luna?"


    My entire body goes up in flames.


    Ava, calm down, Selene says, sounding amused. You''re going to pass out from sensory overload at this rate.


    You''re not helping, I snap back at her, my body bucking involuntarily as Lucas continues his relentless torture, teasing and tormenting me with his fingers. My nipples are pinched and rolled, tugged and fondled, until they''re swollen and aching for more.


    "No answer?" he murmurs, nipping at my neck. His hands press against my breasts, squeezing hard, before trailing lower. "What do you want, my sweet little mate?"


    "I... I want..."


    I can''t finish the sentence. His fingers slip under the waistband of my jeans and under the elastic band of my panties, sliding lower.


    Teasing.


    Tormenting.


    I''m burning up, panting, desperate for more.


    "Take your clothes off, Luna. I need to feel your skin against mine." His voice is ragged, controlling, dominating.


    And I obey. Because I can''t do anything else. I''m putty in his hands, a slave to his touch.


    Hungry. Hot. Absolutely feral.


    The way his jaw is clenched—he''s holding himself back.


    Slowly, I sink to my knees. The floor is cold, but my skin is burning.


    Knowing he''s watching my every move—naked as can be, while he''s still fully dressed—makes every second a thrill.


    This... is different.


    This is not something we''ve done before.


    My breath quickens, and I slide my hands up his thighs, feeling the hard muscles beneath. My body is on fire, but I don''t know what to do next.


    "Beg, Luna." His voice is a low growl, vibrating against my skin.


    Oh. He meant that.


    "Please, Alpha." My cheeks flush. I can''t help but squirm, even as my vagina clenches hard. Shit. I don''t know what''s stronger—the embarrassment, or how much this is turning me on.


    My voice is hoarse, barely recognizable as my own, but I manage to string a few more words together. "I want you. Breed me. Please."


    The strength I needed to let those words slip out of my mouth—it''s hard to ask for what I want. It''s even harder to beg for it.


    "That''s it, Luna. Such a good girl, aren''t you?" His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back. I''m exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.


    Holy. Shit.


    I''m pretty sure there''s a puddle beneath me.


    "Take my pants off, sweet Luna."


    I swallow hard, hesitating for a moment, before I reach forward and hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. Unbuttoning them while being unable to lower my head is awkward, but every brush of my fingers against his cock, straining against the rough denim, has his eyes darkening.


    Slowly, I tug his pants down.


    "Boxers." One word. No real command. But it''s obvious what he''s asking.