He chuckled darkly, the vibration sending shivers through her. "You like that? My mouth on these perfect tits?" His hand trailed down, two fingers plunged into her pussy, pumping hard, the wet squelch echoing like a slap. She cried out, the wet sounds of his fingers fucking her filling the campsite, mingling with her gasps and his heavy breathing.

But Lucan wasn’t done teasing. "Turn over," he commanded, pulling his fingers free, leaving her aching and empty. She rolled onto her stomach, ass up, heart racing with anticipation.

He’s going to take me like an animal, Felicity thought, the idea making her drip. His hands gripped her hips, lifting her higher, and she felt the head of his cock nudge her entrance, but he paused, sliding it through her wetness, teasing her clit before pressing against her ass, one finger circling her tight hole, slick with her arousal.

"Ass up, face down," He growled, gently patting her ass cheeks with gentle strokes.

His growl was savage, primal instincts taking over. "Good girl. Relax for me." He eased a finger in first, slow and steady, the stretch burning deliciously, pleasure blooming as he worked her open. She moaned into the pillow, the scent of clean linen mixing with their sweat. Then two fingers, scissoring, preparing her while his other hand stroked her clit, keeping her on edge.

"Fuck, you’re tight," Lucan grunted, positioning his cock. He pushed in inch by inch, the fullness overwhelming, pain edging into ecstasy as he filled her ass. She gasped, fingers clutching the sheets, the sensation raw and intense, every nerve alight, his balls slapping against her pussy with each shallow thrust. Skin slapped skin, wet and obscene.

"Take it, Felicity," Lucan demanded, voice strained, hands bruising her hips. "This ass is mine now, feel how deep I am? Fucking owning you." He invaded deeper, hips pistoning like a machine.

"Yes, oh God, yes," Felicity panted, pushing back, the dirty talk unravelling her. Inner thoughts swirled. He’s everywhere, claiming me, and I love it. Don’t stop. His purr rumbling louder, beastly, as he picked up pace, rough sex turning feral. Sweat slicked their skin, the slap of flesh echoing, her moans turning to screams as he reached around to rub her clit furiously.

Pressure built, coiling tight in her belly. "Come for me," he ordered, thrusting harder, the bed creaking under them. "Squeeze that ass around my cock, show me how much you need it."

Felicity shattered, orgasm ripping through her like wildfire, waves of pleasure crashing, pussy clenching empty while her ass gripped him. Stars burst behind her eyes, the scent of sex thick in the air, the taste of him on her tongue from an earlier kiss lingering.

He followed with a roar, spilling hot inside her, the warmth flooding her as he collapsed over her back, panting. They lay there, slowly, so slowly, he eased out of her. She whimpered at the loss, oversensitive and boneless, and he made a rough sound in his throat before rolling her onto her back with hands that had gone impossibly gentle. His thumb traced her cheekbone, dragging through the damp hair stuck to her temple. The pad of his finger lingered there, reverent, mapping the flush that burned across her face. "Mine," he whispered, possessive but tender, sealing it with a kiss that tasted of forever.

He kissed her. Not desperate this time. Not claiming. Just a slow press of his mouth against hers that tasted like salt and satisfaction and something she wanted to drown in. Her fingers curled weakly into the pillows, and he smiled against her lips like he knew exactly how thoroughly he’d wrecked her.

Then Lucan’s palm settled on her stomach. Broad. Possessive. He patted it twice, deliberate and smug.

"Happy Mother’s Day, Felicity."

Her brain short-circuited. She stared at him. At that, an insufferably pleased grin spread across his stupidly handsome face.

"Oh, my god." She grabbed the nearest pillow and smashed it over her own face, rolling sideways into the cushions of bedding. "Lucan, nooooo. What was that, no no no no."

Her tail puffed out to three times its normal size, thrashing against the blankets. Her ears flattened so hard they disappeared into her hair. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Lucan laughed. Actually laughed. That rare, full-bodied sound rumbled up from his chest, and he caught her ankle before she could roll off the makeshift bed entirely, dragging her back toward him through the tangled blankets.

"You’re the colour of a sunset right now," he observed, tugging the pillow away from her face with zero effort. "Gorgeous."

"I will bite you," Felicity threatened, but her cheeks burned so hot she could feel her own heartbeat in them, and her threat came out muffled because she’d already buried her face in a second pillow. "That is not... you can’t just, after, Lucan, you absolute menace, that is not how you—"

He pressed his lips to the top of her head, still chuckling, still radiating that unbearable smugness.

"You didn’t say I was wrong."

She screamed into the pillow.

Her tail betrayed her completely, curling toward him despite her best efforts, and she felt rather than saw his grin widen against her hair. His hand found her stomach again, resting there with a gentleness that made her chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the terrifying, knee-weakening realisation that she wanted him to be right.

She was absolutely not going to tell him that.

"I’m filing for divorce," she announced into the pillowcase. "Effective immediately, all of you, gone."

"Mm." His thumb stroked a lazy circle below her navel, tracing the soft skin there like he was memorising the shape of her. "No, you’re not."

No, she wasn’t.

But she was going to make him suffer for at least twenty more minutes before she admitted it. Her tail curled against his thigh, betraying her entirely, and she felt his chest rumble with a low laugh against her back.