24: Big Bad Alpha

MAEVE

By the next morning, every time I moved, my body reminded me of everything that had happened the previous night.

Lucien had fucked me… thoroughly. 

My thighs ached. My hips felt tender. My pussy still felt swollen, tender from Lucien's relentless pounding, and my legs wobbled just enough to make me grip the doorframe for support as I dressed for the day.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around how it had happened. 

One minute, I’d been terrified he’d die under the sun from the trial, and the next, he was slamming into me, fucking me into oblivion until I blacked out from the sheer intensity of it all. 

The memory hit me like a wave, heat flooding my cheeks as I slipped on my skirt and blouse, trying to compose myself for the day ahead.

By the time I stepped out of the house, his sleek black car idled at the curb, his driver already holding the door open with that impassive stare. 

I could see Lucien inside, tapping away on his iPad. 

There was no escape from him now.

 I slid into the back seat, the leather cool against my skin, and the car pulled out of the driveway, out of the estate, and into the freeway. The drive was silent, uncomfortably so, so I broke it first.

“How did the trial go?”

Lucien didn’t even look at me.

“I might have a good use for that body of yours,” he said coldly, “but that doesn't mean you get to run your mouth around me unless my dick's stuffed in it,” he said, voice flat and cutting, like I was nothing more than a convenient hole.

I stared at him, stunned.

“Excuse me?”

He finally looked at me, his eyes were sharp and cruel. 

“You heard me.”

“I’m not your slut,” I snapped.

“Oh, but you are,” His mouth curved slightly in a dark and knowing smirk. “Last night proved it. You were begging for my cock like a desperate whore. I could touch you right now, slide my fingers into that wet pussy, and you'd come undone in seconds.”

I hated how right he was, how my core clenched at his words, a fresh gush of slickness soaking my panties. My nipples hardened against my bra.

He leaned in slightly and inhaled slowly, his eyes darkening with his smirk. 

“You’re wet.” He noted. “I can smell you, Maeve. Dripping for me already.”

“That’s funny,” I shot back, my heart racing. “Because if anyone’s turned on right now, it’s you.”

I let my gaze drop.

There it was. A stiff, unmistakable bulge straining against his pants. A tent made by the fabric of his pants stretched tight over his thickening cock. 

He hadn't even noticed, but I did, and I smiled before I could stop myself.

Lucien followed my stare, frowning at first, then his eyes widened as he took in the evidence of his arousal, rock-hard and impossible to hide, the outline of his shaft pressing insistently against the zipper.

For the first time, he looked completely caught off guard.

That did something to me.

He shifted, trying to adjust discreetly, but it only made the tent more pronounced.

Emboldened, I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a husky whisper that shocked even me, words I'd never dream of saying on a normal day. 

“Your cock is begging for attention, Lucien. Looks like your control isn’t as impressive as you think,” I murmured. “All hard and leaky just from smelling me?”

My fingers brushed over the bulge, light as a feather through the fabric, tracing the ridge of him. He sucked in a breath, his composure fracturing as I teased.

“What would the big bad Alpha prince do if I unzipped you right here? Stroke you until you spill all over my hand?”

His breath hitched, jaw clenched, fighting it, and the effort only made the tension more tangible.

“Stop,” he warned.

He was trying so hard to keep it together, but I could see him unraveling in the way his chest heaved and the subtle twitch under my touch. 

It went straight to my head, this power, making my pussy throb with need. I pressed a little firmer, feeling the heat of him pulse against my palm.

“You don’t sound convincing,” I whispered.

He glanced briefly towards the driver's corner. The partition was up. Both our sounds and sights were safe from the driver. 

Lucien turned to me, eyes dark, voice low. 

“Go on,” he said. “Do what you want.”

I blinked, playing innocent even as excitement coiled in my belly. 

“What do you mean?”

He exhaled sharply, gesturing to his lap. 

“I can't walk into the office with this fucking boner, can I? Be a good little assistant and put that mouth to use.”

His gaze dropped to my lips.

“Suck me off.”

The command sent a thrill racing through me, exhilarating and dirty. 

I didn’t hesitate, reaching for his belt and unbuckling it with steady hands, then tugging down his zipper. His briefs came next, shoving them down to free his cock. 

It sprang out, thick and veined, the head flushed red and already beading with precum, standing rigid against his abdomen.

I wrapped my lips around the tip and lowered my head, my tongue swirling over the slit to taste that salty drip, then sank, taking him inch by inch into the wet heat of my mouth. 

Lucien grunted low, his hand hovering near my head as I bobbed, sucking with a fervor that surprised me.

“That’s right,” he growled, voice rough. “Now you're putting that mouth to good use instead of all that blabbering.”

The words spurred me on. I moaned around his length, the vibration making him hiss, and picked up the pace, head bobbing faster in a frenzy I didn't know I had in me. 

My lips stretched wide, saliva coating him as I worked him deeper, tongue pressing flat against the underside.

His grunts turned to curses, spilling out against his will.

“Shit, fuck, just like that,” and I felt his hips twitch, bucking up involuntarily. 

I took more, pushing until his cockhead knocked the back of my throat, my nose brushing his coarse pubes. No gag, no choke; I just swallowed around him, holding him there as my throat constricted and looking up to see his reaction. 

Lucien's eyes went wide, shock flashing across his face, and mine too.

I have never taken a dick this massive before, never deepthroated something so long and girthy without retching. But here I was, owning it, and it broke him. 

“Fucking hell!” He fisted my hair, yanking just enough to sting, and thrust up, trying to fuck my mouth, but his rhythm was off, desperate and uncoordinated, hips jerking erratically.

Then he threw his head back and moaned my name.

“Maeve…” 

It sounded so raw and broken, and it was the first time I had ever heard it like that from him. It shot straight to my core, my pussy clenching empty and aching, arousal soaking through my thighs.

I didn't let up, sucking harder, hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed relentlessly, one hand stroking the base while my mouth devoured the rest. His cock pulsed on my tongue, veins throbbing, and I knew he was close, his breath ragged, grip tightening.

Without any warning, he shoved my head down, forcing every inch past my lips until my throat bulged around him, and held me there. 

A deep grunt tore from his chest as he came, cock erupting in thick, hot ropes that flooded my mouth, spilling down my throat in endless pulses. 

It was so intense, so forceful, that my vision whited out for a second, eyes rolling back as I swallowed greedily, the sheer volume overwhelming me.

When he finally released me, I pulled off with a wet pop and a gasp, lips swollen and slick, his cum still dripping from the corner of my mouth. 

He slumped back, chest heaving, staring at me with something akin to awe.