22: On All Fours

MAEVE

When I came back to consciousness after fainting, it was already nighttime. 

My head throbbed faintly, and I felt more exhausted than I have ever felt before. I dismissed it as low iron again, nothing a good meal couldn't fix. 

With my mother out of town on Luna duties and the Alpha nowhere to be found, the house felt eerily empty. Even the maids and servants had retired to their quarters for the night.

When I got to the kitchen, I devoured enough food to last me days: slabs of rare steak, heaps of spinach, and crusty bread slathered in butter. 

I don’t think I have ever eaten that much in my entire life, and yet I still felt exhausted.

So I went back to my room and stripped off my clothes before sliding into bed, the fabric suddenly too uncomfortable against my overheated, sensitive skin. 

Naked felt right, freeing, even if I couldn't quite explain why. 

I fell asleep almost immediately.

But I'd only nodded off for a couple of minutes when the mattress dipped behind me, waking me up. 

My heart slammed against my ribs as I looked across my shoulder gently, my eyes widening at the sight of Lucien. 

The fuck?

There he was, slipping under the covers like he owned the space, which, in a way, he did. I froze, my body rigid, facing away from him again as panic and something hotter twisted in my gut.

He settled in close, his presence radiating heat against my back. And that was when I realized.

He was naked too.

A sharp gasp escaped my lips, betraying my state. Lucien's body tensed for a split second before he pressed in, his breath hot and ragged against the nape of my neck. 

I felt the hard length of his cock nudge insistently against the curve of my ass, grinding slowly and deliberately, sending a shiver racing down my spine.

Fuck… I breathed shakily.

“You must have known I'd come to your bed,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. “That’s why you're naked, isn't it? Lying here like this, pretending to sleep because you know exactly what to do to lure me in. Such a filthy whore you are, Maeve,”

His words stung and ignited me all at once, heat flooding my cheeks even as my core clenched with need, and a whimper escaped my lips. 

Before I could muster a response, his hand curved over my shoulder, fingers unyielding as they gripped my chin. He turned my face toward him, forcing me to look at him over my shoulder. 

Our eyes met, our lips hovering mere centimeters apart as his dark eyes locked onto mine with predatory intensity. 

My breath hitched, his scent, that musky and alpha dominance filling my senses.

Unconsciously, I pushed my ass back against his cock, and he groaned.

“You really are a slut, ugh,” he growled into my ear.

“Lucien,” I gasped, the name tumbling out in a desperate plea. 

But it twisted into a sharp moan as he shifted his hips, the thick head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance… and with one firm thrust, he buried himself inside me from behind, stretching my pussy wide around his girth. 

“Fuck!” I screamed. 

The sensation was overwhelming, his cock throbbing deep within, every inch claiming me while his hand kept my chin tilted

He didn't waste a second, pulling out almost to the tip before slamming back in, hard and fast, his hips snapping against my ass with brutal force.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

“There you go,” he grunted as he fucked me. “Take it like the whore you are,’ he snarled, his voice rough and unfiltered as he pounded into me. 

And I did, I took it, my cries coming out sharp and abrupt to punctuate his every thrust in my pussy.

“My dirty little blood slut, begging for your stepbrother’s cock without even saying a word.” 

Each word hit me like a spark, igniting the fire in my veins, making my pussy clench tighter around him. 

I have never been fucked like this before, spooned on my side, vulnerable and exposed, his body caging mine. 

It was exhilarating, the angle hitting deep, rubbing against spots that made stars burst behind my eyelids. 

I moaned louder, my body arching into every vicious thrust, the degradation of his words only fueling the ache between my legs.

He kept up the assault, his cock driving in relentlessly, the wet sounds of him stretching me filling the room. 

“You caused all this shit,” he whispered harshly into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “I almost fucking died today because you leaked my secret. Everything nearly went to hell because of your loose fucking mouth.”

“I told you, I didn't,” I cried out in a moan, trying to defend myself. “I swear, I didn't do anything— Ugh, fuck me!” 

I tried to defend myself, but he rammed into me with a punishing force before I could finish my words, the impact stealing my breath and turning my defense into a loud, broken moan. 

My head snapped back against his shoulder, eyes rolling as pleasure ripped through me, drowning out everything else.

The bed squeaked beneath us, protesting the intensified rhythm as his thrusts grew wilder, more unhinged. 

“Liar,” he spat, his fingers tightening on my chin before sliding down. 

He fucked me so hard and fast that the line between pleasure and pain blurred into something intoxicating. I couldn't tell where one ended, and the other began, and I didn't care. 

I was lost in it.

“Lucien, oh god, fuck yes!”

His hand wrapped around my neck then, fingers pressing just enough to restrict my air, the subtle choke sending a dizzy rush straight to my head. 

It amplified everything, making my pulse thunder in my ears and sharpening my vision to the raw dominance of him. 

I gasped, the pressure making me wetter, needier, as he squeezed lightly with each plunge.

Driven by that haze, I started pushing back, throwing my ass against him to match his speed. My hips rolled in time with his, meeting every slam, the slap of skin on skin echoing louder. 

It pulled groans from him against his will, his dirty talk fracturing into deep moans that vibrated through his chest into my back.

“Fuck... you—” he grunted, losing the edge of his words as I took him deeper, clenching around his length while matching his rhythm.

It made no sense. Lucien was a werewolf, built with the sex stamina of a god. I was just a human, nothing special, yet here I was, keeping up, my body syncing perfectly with his frenzy. 

And I loved it.

The burn in my muscles, the way it made me feel powerful even as he dominated me, it was heady.

Soon, I was close, and with the way his thrusts became sloppy, I could tell he was too. 

But he held back. It was obvious he didn’t want to come yet.

I couldn’t hold mine back anymore, my breath coming in desperate pants as the coil in my belly wound tighter. 

“Fuck… fuck! I’m coming!” I screamed. 

And I shattered, cumming with a scream that tore from my throat, my pussy spasming wildly around him. Juices gushed out, soaking the sheets beneath us, wetting the bed in a hot flood.

Lucien grunted, his grip on my throat tightening just a fraction as he rocked against me through it, fucking me through my orgasm as he held his at bay.

But just as the aftershocks faded, he pulled out abruptly, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. My juices leaked from my pussy in a rush, but he gave me no time to recover. 

He shifted behind me, rising to his knees on the bed with his still hard, ever-raging cock in his hands.

“On all fours. Right now.” He commanded