Defying the Rogue Alpha-Chapter 30: Worship

Lying beside her, his lips traced feathery kisses along her back, a slow, deliberate worship of the woman in his arms. He knew she was awake. He could sense the change in the rhythm of her breathing. That, and the way her body tensed just slightly when his fingers skimmed over the soft curve of her waist.

Still, she pretended.

And that was fine by him.

It occurred to him that Manic wasn't fighting him on this. Had she managed to break his wolf too? Or had she managed to heal his broken heart?

'Manic' Lucas called in his mind.

'She will do, Lucas. She is our Luna'. Manic responded.

Lucas smirked, pressing his lips to that little dip where her shoulder met her neck, his tongue flicking against her collarbone in a teasing whisper of touch.

One bite. Just one, and she would belong to him forever. Every man would know she was his.

Patience, Lucas.

She wasn't running. She wasn't resisting. He could wait.

For now.

His hand moved with lazy confidence, wrapping around the fullness of her breast, his fingers teasing, rolling, testing. She let out the smallest whimper. It was so soft, it was almost a plea.

Lucas chuckled against her skin. "I know you're awake, my little virgin."

Ava let out an exasperated laugh and finally turned to face him, reaching for his hand and pressing it back against her breast. "Fuck! Could you not call me that?"

His dark eyes gleamed with amusement. "What? It was the truth."

"The key word being 'was'."

Lucas arched a brow, his thumb circling her nipple. "My little virgin."

She swatted his chest, and he caught her wrist, flipping her onto her back in one fluid motion. He dipped his head, his lips finding the swell of her chest, leaving kisses that burned.

Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling slightly. "I thought you were mad at me."

"I was," he admitted, kissing his way lower.

"And now?"

He paused, his mouth hovering just above her navel. "I am mad at you."

Ava shivered under his gaze. "How do I make it up to you then?"

Lucas lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers, dark and intense. "By shutting up."

He kissed her. Hard.

Ava's breath hitched as he deepened it, his tongue sweeping against hers with raw hunger. He tasted like fire and power.

And right now, all he wanted was her.

"I have never needed to fuck anyone the way I need to fuck you," he growled against her lips.

Ava arched a brow, breathless but still full of mischief. "Do you say that to all your concubines?"

Lucas let out a short laugh. He appreciated her wit, but she didn't need to know no other woman would do for him now.

Instead of answering, he lifted her thigh, wrapping her leg around his waist. And then, without warning, he filled her.

Ava gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as exquisite pleasure rippled through her.

Lucas groaned, his head dropping into the crook of her neck as he stilled, savoring the feeling of being buried inside her.

"Fuck," he muttered against her skin.

Ava bit her lip, reveling in the way he felt. He was solid, unyielding, completely hers.

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Then, she had an idea.

*****

If Sarah wanted to flaunt her time with Lucas, then Ava would give her a damn performance.

She smirked and pushed against his chest, flipping them over with unexpected strength.

Lucas blinked up at her, momentarily caught off guard.

Then he smirked. "Feeling bold, are we?"

She positioned herself over him, teasing him for a moment before sinking down, taking him to the hilt.

Lucas let out a strangled sound, his hands gripping her hips as pleasure shot up his spine.

Ava moved slowly at first, rolling her hips, letting the delicious friction build.

Then she picked up speed.

Lucas groaned, torn between absolute bliss and sheer frustration. She was going to make him finish early.

His fingers tightened on her hips. "Ava... slow down."

She didn't.

Instead, she let out a cry of pleasure, tilting her head back, deliberately letting her voice carry through the walls.

Lucas cursed under his breath.

She was doing this on purpose.

"Fucking hell," he growled, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her as he lost himself completely.

When they both shattered, she clung to him, trembling, breathless.

Lucas exhaled sharply, his head dropping onto her shoulder.

Then he groaned. "That was too quick."

Ava chuckled, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You'll survive."

Lucas lifted his head, his dark eyes flashing. "Oh, I'm far from done with you."

Ava smirked. "I'm yours all night, my Alpha."

Lucas grinned wickedly. "Good."

Because he was about to remind her exactly what it meant to belong to him.

And this time, he was going to take his time.

*****

Ava stretched, her body pleasantly sore, her mind still foggy from the very thorough way Lucas had taken her last night.

She turned her head, expecting to see him still there.

But the bed was empty.

Typical.

She rolled her eyes, sitting up, her sheets pooling at her waist. A warm glow seeped in from the curtains, casting golden hues over the wreckage of her room.

Her hairbrush lay in pieces.

A broken perfume bottle still dripped onto the wooden floor.

A knock came at the door before she could get up. Zari stepped in with a knowing smile all over her face.

"What?" Ava glared but the teasing in her voice only made Zari's smile wider.

"Nothing. Will you get ready for training or has the alpha absolutely wrecked you and you need to stay in?"

"Oh shut up!" she threw a pillow at Zari.

"Just a heads up, Sarah is on the war path this morning."

"Oh poor baby. I'll be sure to step right into that path."

Zari laughed and shook her head rifling through the closet as Ava headed to the bathroom for a bath.