Chapter 20: Chapter 20; I will be a good boy

Lucian’s POV

"Get off me!" I shoved her back, the force nearly sending her stumbling. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, the taste of her still lingering like a film on my skin. "Didn’t I tell you last time? I don’t fucking want anything to do with a bitch like you anymore."

She didn’t flinch. Instead, a sharp, jagged laugh broke from her throat.

"Come on, Lucian. Are you really that mad because I’m engaged to Aiden?" She stepped back into my space, her heels clicking on the hardwood. She reached out, a single manicured finger tracing the line of my collarbone. "That doesn’t mean I won’t still crawl into your bed. You know I love how your dick feels inside me."

I snatched her wrist, my grip tight enough to bruise. "Get out of my fucking house," I hissed, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble, "or your blood will be spilled everywhere."

Emily’s eyes sparked with something dark—not fear, but hunger. "You know what makes me more attracted to you? How feisty you are. It fucking turns me on." She leaned in, her breath warm against my neck. "You know I might have chosen you years ago if you hadn’t turned out to be nothing but a scarred rogue, cast out from your pack. You weren’t useful to me anymore."

My jaw tightened until my teeth ached. My fist clenched at my side, my knuckles turning white.

"I know for a fact you used to love me," she whispered, her voice sliding into a practiced, seductive purr. "And who knows? You might still be head over heels for me."

She tilted her head, leaning in for a kiss. Before her lips could touch mine, my hand shot up, locking around her throat. The smug look on her face shattered instantly, replaced by wide-eyed shock.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" she wheezed, clawing at my fingers.

"I told you, Emily. I don’t love you. I never did." I leaned in close, letting her see the coldness in my eyes. "I only slept with you because you’re nothing but a cheap whore. Who says no to free pussy? You needed someone to fuck you right, and I did. Aiden stopped touching you the moment he got married, so you crawled into my bed. You weren’t doing me a favor—I was doing you one."

I shoved her away, releasing the pressure on her windpipe. She gasped, clutching her neck.

"Now leave my house, or I promise I will kill you." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The mockery was gone. Her chest heaved as she stared at me, the first real ripples of terror finally surfacing in her gaze.

"Fuck you, Lucian," she spat, her voice trembling. she turned and bolted, the front door slamming behind her with a crack that echoed through the empty hall.

I raked my fingers through my hair, dragging it back as a growl built in my chest. My heart was thumping against my ribs, but it wasn’t because of Emily. She was a ghost—a nuisance.

It was her.

I needed to see her. To feel the heat of her skin, to hear her voice. Whatever hold she had on me was a sickness, a fever I couldn’t break. This had to be more than just the mate bond; my soul was screaming, a raw, hollow ache that only she could fill.

I checked the clock. Hours had passed. My men still hadn’t returned with word. The walls of the house felt like they were closing in, the silence mocking me. If I stayed in this room for one more minute, I was going to lose my fucking mind.

I slammed the door of the house behind me and climbed into the car. Every instinct screamed at me to shift—to let the wolf take over and tear through the woods—but I couldn’t. I wanted to be with her, and I didn’t want to show up smelling like a wet animal.

I killed the engine and parked a block away, hidden in the shadows. I glared at the house down the street. Aiden’s place. The fact that she lived this close to that prick made my blood simmer. I’d fix that soon. I’d pull her out of this neighborhood and keep her somewhere only I could find her.

The front door wasn’t an option. I looked up, my eyes locking onto the second-story ledge. Her room.

I scaled the side of the house, my fingers digging into the brickwork until I reached her window. It was cracked open. I slid inside, landing silently on the carpet. The room smelled like her—vanilla and something warm. I watched her sleep for a moment, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. A smirk tugged at my lips.

I moved to the edge of the bed and sat, the mattress dipping under my weight. I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. Her eyes snapped open, widening as they hit mine.

"Lucian? You—"

I didn’t let her finish. I leaned down and crushed my lips against hers. It wasn’t gentle; it was a desperate, starving claim. I needed her like I needed air.

"Stop!" She shoved at my chest, breaking the seal of our lips. "How did you even—"

I caught her face in my hands and dove back in, kissing her harder this time. She fought it for a second, her teeth baring against mine, until her resolve shattered. She opened for me, letting my tongue sweep inside. I leaned over her, pinning her into the pillows until we both had to break away, gasping for breath.

She stared into my eyes, searching for something—anger, need, or maybe just herself.

"Fuck," she breathed. She reached up, fist vice-gripping my shirt to pull me back down. This time, the kiss was loud and messy.

I stripped off my jacket, tossing it blindly onto the floor. I pulled her shirt over her head in one fluid motion. Her breasts were bare, round and perky, the nipples already hardening in the cool air. My dick gave a violent twitch against my zipper.

"I fucking missed you," I growled, my voice thick and slurred with heat.

"Take your pants off and fuck me," she commanded.

I smirked. I loved it when she took charge. I stood up, kicking my boots off and shucking my pants. My cock sprang free, pulsing and heavy, aching for the touch of her skin. She slid off the bed, her eyes dark with lust as she tracked my every move.

Slowly, she sank to her knees. When her mouth wrapped around me, I let out a jagged breath, biting my lip to keep from shouting.

"Fuck... you have a good mouth," I groaned. My legs actually shook as she worked me, sucking so hard I thought I’d lose it right there.

She pulled back, her lips wet and glistening with saliva. She didn’t say a word—just smirked at me before standing up. She shoved me back toward the bed, her hands firm on my chest as she pushed me down and crawled on top of me. The dominance in her eyes turned me the fuck on.

"I didn’t call you, but you came anyway," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. "Next time, wait for my orders."

I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her down into my heat. "Yes... I’ll be a good boy."