The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas-Chapter 236: I Want Him

Selene’s POV~

I didn’t realize I was staring until my own mouth parted, my lips softening helplessly as if they were preparing to say something, but nothing came out.

Because truly, what words existed that could describe the sight of Luca standing above me, shirt ripped open, muscles flexed in pure arrogant provocation, eyes dark and hot and filled with that wicked, territorial hunger that no other man in this entire world had ever looked at me with?

My eyes widened so much they almost hurt, and I swear I felt an actual, physical droplet of drool threatening to escape the edge of my lips, because the man was a masterpiece carved by the gods themselves.

And then made even more dangerous by the fact that he was mine, only mine, and he knew it; he was showing it, flaunting it, practically taunting me with every slow rise of his chest and every mocking smirk that said, "You can tease me, little wolf, but I know what you want."

And yes...yes, I was teasing him, calling him fat like a shameless brat, because it was fun and addictive and strangely intoxicating to watch a powerful alpha like him react so dramatically over something so stupid.

It was pleasing to see his pride flaring, his expression wounded, and his wolf practically howling in indignation, because if there was one thing Luca took personally, it was his strength, his muscles, and the brute force he wore like armor.

And no wonder after watching him beat that sickly Second Prince into something unrecognizable, who was nothing but a stain on the Lycan bloodline, a pathetic smear of flesh trembling on the floor, it was truly obvious why every warrior feared him and every wolf whispered his name like a warning.

But right now none of that mattered.

Right now he was not the terrifying Alpha who made princes scream.

Right now he was the man standing half-naked in front of me with his chest gleaming faintly under the dim light, muscles shifting every time he breathed, his body close enough that my own skin tingled in a way I had no words for, some dangerous combination of instinct, yearning, and the kind of hunger only mates could feel.

And I hated, desperately hated, how much I wanted him.

After all, I was a shameless, hopeless, starved thing...four mates and not a single one had touched me, not a single one had claimed the privilege that every she-wolf in the entire werewolf community dreamed of.

The four brothers who were considered untouchable, unreachable, too powerful, and too revered, and yet they were mine, tied to me by fate, by scent, and by bond, and what had I done?

I had run, I had hidden, and I had pushed them away out of fear and guilt and the crushing weight of knowing I had already caused them so much pain, orphaned them with my past, and burdened them with my existence, and after that near-death year of loneliness, I finally realized that running didn’t just ruin me...it ruined them too.

And perhaps the worst part was this:

I wanted them all. I wanted what I had denied myself for so long.

And Luca standing above me like a living temptation made that wanting unbearable.

I must have drifted for a moment, lost in the crushing tide of guilt and desire, because suddenly Luca leaned in, and before I could snap back to reality, his teeth grazed my neck in a possessive bite that was not meant to mark, just to warn, just enough to make my breath snap in half and my nails dig into his shoulders as a hiss of pleasure escaped me without my permission.

"I am here," he growled against my skin, the vibration running through me like lightning. "Who are you thinking about?"

I clung to him shamelessly, my arms winding around his neck, my voice dropping into something dangerously soft as I whispered back, "Thinking about my mate. Who else?"

And before the shock could even register in his eyes, I moved.

I flipped him.

Luca didn’t even resist; his body hit the mattress with a soft thud, his eyes flying wide open in stunned disbelief as I climbed over him, straddling him with a confidence I didn’t even know I possessed, my hands braced on either side of his chest as I leaned down with the slowest, most wicked smirk I’d ever worn in my life.

His breath hitched. His eyes darkened instantly. His hands twitched like he wanted to grab me but was too stunned to move.

Good. Let him tremble beneath me. I wanted to see the same desire in his eyes as mine.

I lowered my lips to his jawline, kissing him slowly and deliberately, dragging my mouth along the sharp edge of his jaw as the tension in his body tightened like a bowstring under me.

Every kiss drew a tiny tremor from him, a subtle shiver that made heat pool low in my stomach, made my own breath shake, and made the bond between us throb like an aching heartbeat.

Then I moved lower...to his neck...to his collarbone. The line of his chest, warm and hard under my lips.

Each kiss I left was deeper than the last, slow at first, then lingering, then possessive, leaving faint marks...small red circles, smudges of my lips, tiny bruises that looked beautiful against his skin, because maybe this was what being a mate meant, maybe this was what I had been running from: not fear, but the overwhelming desire to touch and claim and devour the man beneath me.

I kissed down the center of his chest, trailing heat along every ridge of muscle, every inch of him trembling under my mouth like he was barely holding himself back, like one wrong move from me would snap the fragile restraint he was trying and failing to maintain. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

His fingers finally rose, brushing my waist, gripping it just enough to make me shiver.

"Selene..." he breathed, voice hoarse, the sound of it alone making my body tighten.

I smirked against his skin.

"Hmm?" I murmured as my lips brushed lower, just enough for him to feel it, not enough to soothe the tension coiling inside him.

His whole body jerked.

"Don’t tease me," he whispered, though the way his voice shook promised he would let me do it anyway.

I lifted my head slowly, meeting his gaze, letting him see the hunger in my eyes, the desire I had held back for far too long.

"Why not?" I whispered. "You look good when you tremble beneath me."