#35

A moan escaped her throat when she felt Lucian’s two fingers invading her wetness. Emily had no idea how they ended up on the bed, warming each other. She could still recall how this man was so enraged because of what happened between her and Scarlett.

There was fury and coldness in his eyes as if Lucian wanted her to know her place in the pack and in his life. He made her feel like nothing more than a mere band-aid that would shut down the Elders and his parents—no more than that.

This time, however, was different. Lucian seemed to be a different man, worshipping every part of her body. Emily felt like a queen who was being served with the utmost warmth, and her body craved his touch even more.

"I... I thought you were mad at me," she muttered under her breath, under him, who was devouring her neck as if she were hot syrup.

"I can’t fight the desire to get this closer to you," Lucian whispered, continuing to suck the skin off her neck a