Chapter 62: Chapter 62: Please don’t leave

Lucian’s POV

A jagged laugh tore out of me the instant the words left her mouth. "My child, Emily." I kept laughing, the sound raw and humorless in the sterile hospital room.

"This isn’t funny, Lucian." Her voice cracked. "Why would I lie? You’re the only man I ever let touch me. So why wouldn’t the child be yours?"

The laughter died in my throat. I frowned, jaw tightening.

"Don’t talk nonsense," I snapped, irritation sharpening every word. "That child can never be mine. Do yourself a favor and go tell Aiden your news. And if you ever speak of that baby as mine again..." I leaned closer, letting the threat settle between us. "Maybe I’ll just have to kill you alongside it."

Fear flashed across her face—wide eyes, trembling lips. Exactly what I wanted to see.

"How can you be so cruel?" she whispered, voice breaking. "All I’ve ever done is love you, and you... You know what? Forget it. What else should I expect from a rogue like you?"

A cold smile tugged at my lips. "Now you know the kind of man I am. Let’s not make the mistake of crossing boundaries, Emily. Goodbye."

I turned and walked out of the hospital without looking back. Coming here had been fucking stupid. The moment I reached my car, I slammed the door and drove home, knuckles white on the wheel.

Back in my room, I dropped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her words kept crawling back into my head. Was I really the father? We had fucked plenty of times, sure... but she was a whore. She must have slept with others. I couldn’t be the father of that bastard she was carrying.

Never mind her. I missed Alina. It would be crazy to go see her right now. Better to wait for her to call or—

My phone buzzed. Her message lit up the screen.

I sat up fast, heart kicking. She was here. I crossed to the window, and a real smile broke across my face the second I saw her.

"Open up," she called softly.

I pushed the window wide. She scaled the tree with practiced ease, swung her legs over the sill, and slipped into my room.

"Hi," she said, brushing leaves from her clothes.

I couldn’t answer. I was too busy drinking her in—every line of her, standing right there like she’d stepped out of my thoughts.

"Hello? I’m not a ghost, you know." She snapped her fingers, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

I blinked, heat rising in my face. "Sorry. I just... I didn’t expect you to come here." I searched her eyes. "Does this mean you’re back?"

"No." She shook her head, glancing toward the window. "I had to sneak out. I only have about an hour."

Her gaze met mine, warm and full of promise.

"So we should be quick," she added.

I tilted my head. "Quick? What do you mean?"

She shoved me back against the wall, eyes glowing with that wild, feral mate-bond heat. The mark I’d left on her neck—my mark—looked flushed and dark under the dim light, pulsing like it was alive with the same raw need burning through both of us.

"Quick means I’m not here to play nice, alpha," she growled against my lips, voice low and filthy. "It means I’m gonna use this big cock until I’m dripping down my thighs... and you’re gonna thank me for it."

Her hands were rough, demanding. She yanked my shirt over my head and flung it aside. Then her mouth crashed into mine—starving, claiming—tongue fucking deep while she bit my lower lip hard enough to draw a groan from my chest. Before I could catch my breath, she shoved my pants down. My thick cock sprang free, rock-hard and leaking for her.

She wrapped her fingers around the base and squeezed, pumping me once, twice, smirking at the sharp hiss that escaped me.

Then she dropped to her knees.

It wasn’t submission. It was pure control. The second her hot, wet tongue dragged slowly up the underside of my cock, I bit my own lip so hard I tasted blood. She didn’t tease. She devoured. Her lips wrapped tight around the head, sucking hard while her tongue swirled over the slit, greedily tasting every drop of pre-cum.

"Fuck—baby..." I groaned, hands fisting in her hair.

She pulled off with a wet pop, eyes dark and commanding. "Hands behind your back, alpha. Now. You don’t touch unless I say."

I obeyed instantly, even as every alpha instinct screamed at me to grab her, flip her, and rut. The reward was immediate—she took me deeper, throat relaxing as she swallowed half my length in one smooth glide. The moan she let out vibrated straight through my cock. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as she bobbed faster, gagging herself on me, spit dripping down her chin and onto my balls. Every time my cock twitched in her mouth, she pulled back and slapped the heavy length against her tongue.

"You like that, don’t you?" she taunted, voice husky. "Your cock is throbbing so hard. Bet you want to fill my throat, huh?"

She stood suddenly, shoving me backward onto the bed. In seconds she stripped, revealing every perfect inch—tits heaving with each breath, her pussy glistening, inner thighs already slick with her arousal.

She climbed over me, straddling my chest first, then scooted forward until her dripping cunt hovered right above my face.

"Eat," she ordered, sinking down onto my mouth.

I groaned into her soaked folds, plunging my tongue deep, licking and sucking her swollen clit like a man possessed. She ground against my face, riding my tongue hard, her shameless moans ringing through the room.

"Yes—fuck, just like that," she gasped. "Eat my pussy. Make me cum on your face before I ride this dick."

Her thighs clamped tight around my head as she chased her pleasure, hips rolling faster. She reached back, wrapping her fingers around my aching cock, stroking me with cruel, teasing pumps while she used my mouth. When she finally came, it was violent—her whole body shaking, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as she flooded my tongue with her release.

She didn’t give me time to breathe.

She slid down my body, grabbed my throbbing cock, and sank onto it in one brutal motion—taking every inch until her ass pressed flush against my hips.

"Fuuuuck—" I growled, head falling back against the mattress.

Her palm cracked hard across my chest. "Eyes on me."

Then she started riding me—hard, fast, and possessive. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room with every punishing drop of her hips. Her tits bounced heavily, nipples tight, while her pussy clenched around me like a velvet vice, hot and dripping.

"You feel that?" she panted, leaning forward to sink her teeth into my neck, right over my racing pulse. "This tight little cunt owns you." Her voice dripped with possession. "You are mine. Say it."

"I’m yours—fuck, I’m yours," I whimpered, voice cracking as she ground her clit against me on every downstroke, sending sparks up my spine.

She snatched my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand. The other wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to blur the edges of my vision with dizzy pleasure. The mix of her dominance and the raw mate bond made my cock swell even harder inside her.

"Gonna cum in me, aren’t you?" she taunted, rolling her hips in filthy circles. "Fill your mate up like a good boy. But not yet. Hold it."

She rode me mercilessly—choking me, biting across my chest, whispering the filthiest words against my ear while her soaked pussy strangled my cock.

"Look at you... whimpering under me. Alpha cock so fucking deep and you still can’t control it." She smirked, tightening her grip on my throat. "You love being used, don’t you? Love when I take what’s mine."

I was moaning like a whore, hips bucking up desperately to meet her, balls drawn tight and aching. The pressure built to something unbearable, burning at the base of my spine.

"Please—baby, I need to cum—"

She laughed, low and dark, then slammed down harder. "Beg better."

"Please, fuck—let me fill you. I’m yours. I’ll do anything—"

She clenched around me viciously and finally growled, "Cum. Now."

I exploded with a broken shout, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into her pulsing cunt. She came right after me, walls fluttering and milking every last drop as her moans tangled with mine. We shook together, locked and trembling.

She collapsed onto my chest for a moment, still impaled on my cock, and pressed soft kisses over the fresh bite marks she’d left on my skin.

"Fuck, I needed this," she panted.

I pulled her closer, capturing her mouth in a desperate kiss, moaning into her as our tongues slid together. When I finally pulled back, my eyes were raw, vulnerable, and needy.

"I missed you," I whispered, voice rough. "I don’t want you to ever leave. Please don’t leave."