Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 968

*Sasha*

Lucas pulled my shirt up and over my head and then his thumb and fingers moved lower, and lower still. He feasted his eyes on my bare breasts before ducking his head with a low groan and feasting on them with his lips.

I was more than dripping for him when he teased two fingers up inside me, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

He found something he liked, clearly, moaning around my n****e. But his head came up when his long fingers found my barrier.

“Holy s**t, princess. You're a virgin?" Lucas asked, his gray eyes seeking mine.

I felt my cheeks get hot. “Well, you don't have to make such a big deal of it."

Lucas brushed his lips over mine, then kissed me passionately. “It is a big deal. And I'm going to be honored. Because I don't have it in me to stop."

“Good. Because I don't want to stop you," I breathed.

Still, Lucas pulled his hand out of my panties.

“Lucas…?" I asked, only to have my eyes nearly pop out of my head when he brought his fingers to his mouth and… sucked his fingers clean.

“Sweet mercies of the White Queen," I gasped.

Lucas winked at me, his gray eyes a smoldering storm. “You taste divine."

“Uh-huh," I managed, still just staring. I couldn't believe what he'd just done....

Lucas used my daze to take off his shirt. He rolled my panties down as he laid me back on the bed, kissing the inside of my thigh when he finally dropped them over the side of the bed.

My eyes went wide when his face lifted from between my legs. He looked breathtakingly handsome with his tousled dark hair and those gray eyes blazing at me.

“You've been thinking about this for a long time," Lucas said, then used his knee to spread my legs wide for him.

“Yeah," I whispered, then gasped when he leaned in and licked up my slit with the flat of his tongue. “Oh, goddess."

Lucas loved my p***y. He used his tongue and lips to drive me crazy, then he started to rub my clit, harder and harder until I was moaning and bucking my hips.

“Beautiful," Lucas murmured before licking my p***y again, then dipping his tongue in me and licking all the way back to my clit again. “You taste so sweet, princess."

He licked me again. “I can't wait to be inside you."

“Oh, goddess," I moaned, my head flopping to the side as my back arched and my fingers twisted in the sheets. I was grinding my p***y against Lucas' face, not even trying to hide how much I wanted him now.

Lucas whispered my name, then I felt the tongue on my clit one more time before he stood up, his eyes dark and smoldering.

I shivered, reaching for him. “Lucas...."

Lucas captured my hand and kissed my wrist, and I watched as he slid out of his pants and boxers. His beautiful, scarred body was all mine, including....

“f**k me…" I stuttered, staring down at his erection.

“I intend to," Lucas said, moving his body over mine, parting my thighs with his knee.

I put my hands on his chest. “Lucas, how is that even going to fit?!"

Lucas followed my gaze down to his positively massive c**k. Well, at least I thought it was massive.

He chuckled and I swatted his arm.

“It'll fit, princess," Lucas murmured, threading his fingers through mine, then bringing my hand down to touch him… there. “He's just really excited to see you, that's all."

“I'll say," I responded, rubbing my hand over his hard shaft.

He swelled even more and I groaned. So did Lucas, but for a completely different reason.

“Not helping, Lucas," I sighed, pulling my hand back.

“Mmm… depends on who you talk to," Lucas panted. He was holding back for me.

For me.

“Don't be scared, Sasha," Lucas said, nuzzling the shell of my ear. “I'll make you feel good."

“I know." I framed Lucas's face with my hands. “I trust you."

I just… I couldn't look away. And then he was over me, his c**k nudging my wet folds.

His hand reached over and his fingers threaded into the hair at the back of my head, dragging my lips to meet his as he began to sink into me. It wasn't painful, but it was certainly uncomfortable. I tensed as he sank deeper.

Oh Goddess, it was actually happening. I pressed my lips to Lucas's and wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him to do what was necessary so we could get on to the pleasure.

Lucas took my meaning. His sudden growl caught me off guard and he kissed me harder, letting all of him sink into me, taking my virginity with one swift thrust.

I cried out, and Lucas wrapped his arms around me, pushing himself deep and holding himself there, not moving, while the sharp pain dulled to a small throb.

“It's okay, Sasha sweety. I've got you," Lucas whispered in my ear.

He rocked his hips a little, sliding gently inside me. I was still well-lubricated for him, and his movements were slow and easy.

I was soon wrapping myself more tightly around him, making sounds of need I didn't recognize in my throat as he inched in and out of me, careful as though I were made of glass.

I couldn't believe how good it felt, watching Lucas's eyes as they caressed me. It felt like we were made for each other, like we'd been waiting for each other for a very long time. I trusted him, completely, with my life, with my heart.

Lucas began to thrust in earnest, and it felt… good… so good. I was eager for him now, my moans increasingly loud. I'd never felt anything like this, never felt this heat or this ache or this absolute rightness.

I grabbed Lucas's shoulders and dug my nails in as he changed the angle. I cried out, my body arching up, my head thrown back.

“Does my princess want more?" Lucas asked, nibbling along my neck.

“Mhm. More," I agreed desperately.

Lucas picked up the pace, getting a little rougher in his movements.

My body didn't even bother to protest. I was ready for him now, ready for whatever he was going to give me.

“Harder, Lucas," I whimpered, still not recognizing my own voice. I was so… needy.

Lucas grunted and gripped my hips, giving me exactly what I needed, exactly how I needed it.

He fit perfectly inside me, bottoming out with every deep, hard thrust. His thumb moved in to rub my clit while he moved powerfully.

“Lucas," I moaned, my head starting to thrash on the pillow of its own accord, my hair falling into my eyes as pressure built between my legs, ready to crest at any moment.

“Let it happen, Sasha sweety. Let me make you feel good," Lucas said. He brushed my hair aside so he could fuse our lips together and swallow my cries of pleasure.

I came around him, my inner muscles squeezing his c**k as euphoria spread to every part of my body.

Lucas groaned, and I felt his warm release inside me.

“Yessss…" he hissed in my ear. “Goddess… yes… finally...."

“Finally," I agreed, clinging to him, not wanting it to be over.

As though reading my mind, Lucas gave me a long, luxurious kiss and fondled my aching n****e. “Again," he demanded.

It was a command I was more than happy to follow.

***

As we lay in the bathtub, Lucas gently passed a warm washcloth between my legs, washing away the last evidence of our mutual satisfaction and my virginity. We'd made love here, too, and now we were both so spent we could hardly move.

Lucas still touched and played a little, though, nuzzling my neck and pinching my n*****s, sending delightful little zings through me.

“I am honored, you know, Sasha," Lucas whispered, running his fingers through my hair, making me arch into him like a cat before tucking the wet lock behind my ear. “I am honored to be that man."

I reached up and stroked his cheek. “I'm glad it was you."

Lucas turned his head and kissed my palm.

There were things we didn't say in that moment–that I only ever wanted it to be him, and that he wanted the same… that he wanted as badly as I did for him to be my mate.

But it was too soon for such words, and what if it turned out that he wasn't?

The idea made me sad, and I played with the pretty little emerald Lucas had placed around my neck not long ago.

“Don't think about it," Lucas murmured, kissing my temple and covering my hand with his, twirling the emerald between our joined fingers. “It'll either happen, or it won't. Either way, I wouldn't trade what we did here tonight for anything. Not anything or… anyone."

It was the closest he would come to saying the words, and I nodded, the same words stuck in my throat.

We stayed in the tub long after the water had gone tepid, absorbing each other's body heat. I didn't want the spell of our little world to break.

Finally, Lucas kissed the back of my neck and chaffed his hands up and down my clammy arms. “Okay, Sasha sweety. Let's get out."

“Do we have to?" I asked, almost whining.

Lucas chuckled, then rose in one fluid motion, standing with me in his arms. “Yes," he said, “my little prune."

“Prune?" I protested.

He slid his lips over mine, drawing me up so he could kiss me thoroughly. “You prefer Lemon Tart?"

I glided my fingers over the short-cropped hair at his temple and into the unruly, wet, sexy mess on top of his head. “I prefer Sasha sweety."

Lucas smiled. “You'll always be my Sasha sweety."

“Promise?" I asked, knowing I was now wearing my heart on my sleeve.

“As long as I can keep you," Lucas said, somewhat evasively.

I sighed. He was right. It was still too soon for those kinds of promises. “How are we getting home?"

“Brady. He'll be here tomorrow morning. If Gage isn't ready by then, I'll send Brady back again for him. Poor guy was just coming to the Capital to study and then fell in with us miscreants," Lucas said. He carried me out of the tub, then set me down before patting me dry. “But that's tomorrow, Sasha sweety. We still have tonight."

I swallowed, remembering our already rigorous activities. “All night?" I squeaked.

“Too much?" Lucas asked, starting to wrap a towel around his waist.

Boldly, I pulled it off him. If tonight was possibly our only night… if he “came to his senses" again in the morning or… What if I did?

“All night," I challenged him.

His eyes lit with inner fire and a deep, rumbling growl came from his chest. “You're not going to be able to sit down for days," he warned me.

I was playing a dangerous game with Lucas Black. But I was playing to win. “Promises, promises." I smoothed my palms over his n*****s.

Lucas growled again and then snatched me up and strode to the bed. I bounced when he dropped me on it, a flailing mess of limbs, which Lucas quickly sorted out so he could get on top of and inside me.

I lost my breath, staring at this beautiful man as he made passionate love to me.

We had tonight… all night. And we were going to make the most of it.