My Mate Chose My Best Friend, So His Uncle Claimed Me novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: First Night

He sneaked in under the sheets and wrapped his arm around my waist before drawing my body close to his. “Are you about to sleep without me, wifey?” he asked huskily.

“Lucretius…” My heart was pounding right now because of the closeness of our bodies together, while his hand was massaging my hips, my sensitive bud was tingling as I felt the heat of his palm penetrating my silk nightdress. “W–Why are you here?” I whispered, forcing myself to turn to him. I stifled a gasp as I felt his bare skin against mine, his hardness pressing against my

stomach.

Under the dim light, I caught him smirking before he grabbed me back by forcing my back to lean against him in a spooning position. His face leaned closer to my neck and breathed on it, making my body shiver.

“To be with my wife, of course,” he murmured, nibbling my skin. “It’s our first night… did you think I would let it pass by?”

I immediately closed my eyes when he licked the slenderness of my neck, making me bite my lower lip.

“But…” I paused when a soft moan escaped my lips. My hand was placed on top of his hand that was going to reach under my nightdress. “Y–You will ruin our cover…”

I felt him smiling on my skin. “Then… we’ll keep it quiet,” he whispered back. “Don’t you think?”

I licked my lips and felt myself grinding his groin in its own accord when he was teasing the lines of my panties. “Lucretius, please…” I whispered in plea, the pleasure was about to blind me.

As soon as his large calloused hand extended to one of my twin globes, all of my inhibitions to my body had blinded me as I arched my back when he was flickering my nipple. “Lucretius…”

Good Moon Goddess… This wasn’t the first night of our wedding I ever imagined.

His hand slid more slowly, the roughness of his calloused palm grazing over the silk of my nightdress. Every touch left my skin burn hotter than ever, the same sensation I felt on the night he had taken me.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this night?” he whispered against my neck, his lips brushing against my skin, making my breath ragged. “All those restless nights… haunted by your scent, your face, your moan. And now… you’re mine again.” I shivered when his fingers teased the edge of my panties.

My hips betrayed me. It was arching into his touch, asking for more as my mind screamed that our cover would be blown.

“Lucretius…” But, dear Moon Goddess, I couldn’t help my body responding to his touch. I gasped, clutching his wrist, but loosened when I couldn’t match his strength, overpowering mine.

He chuckled darkly to my ear. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” His teeth scraped lightly at the shell of my ear, sending a jolt down my spine. “So, you also suffered like me, huh?”

“I–I shouldn’t…” I gulped, trying to use my remaining willpower to halt him. “We’ll be discovered,” I pleaded, though my tone sounded so meek I didn’t know if he had heard me.

One thing I had on my mind was to let him proceed to touch me… even my wolf was begging for me to allow him and submit to

him.

He flickered my nipple underneath the silk when he growled softly, “Then you’ll just have to stay quiet, wifey.” He showered me. with some wet kisses before his teeth teasingly pulled down the string of my nightdress. “If you can’t, everyone will know exactly who you belong to. I shall definitely blame you for that.”

The warning in his tone was supposed to annoy me from what he said, but the roughness and tenderness of his touch made my whole body tremble. My hands fisted the sheets as my thighs pressed together while biting my lower lip, trying so hard to fight the moan that was about to escape my mouth.

But Lucretius, as bastard as he was, was already parting them with his knee, claiming what was supposed to be his and his alone.

Chapter 27 First Night

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“Look at me, Euphyllia,” he ordered in a whisper, his forehead pressed against me. “I want to see your eyes when I claim you.”

I obeyed, locking my gaze with his as he began to move. He was gentle and slow at first while keeping myself from moaning until my vision blurred from the pleasure as he thrust deeper, harder, as if he wanted to reach the abyss within me that I bit my lower lip so hard when I almost moaned so loud from the pleasure.

“Mine,” he growled, my eyes rolling back at the back of my head, unable to deny to pleasure. “Say it, my little soldier.”

“You… I’m yours,” I cried, my nails digging into his shoulders. “O–Only yours.”

Yes, only his… I didn’t care anymore. I was his. He branded me. He owned me. I didn’t belong to any man but Lucretius only.

No one… No one could make me curl my toes like he did.

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