Episode 4 - Lucian

Lucian SIlvermoon’s POV

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“Ohh, Lucian!” Delilah moaned, breathless against my lips as we kissed hungrily.

I captured her audacious red lips with my own, a low growl rumbling in my chest as I punished her for disobeying my strict rule: never come to the pack house without telling me first.

Yet here she was, waiting for me on the second floor like a dangerous temptation I couldn't simply ignore.

My calloused hand wrapped firmly around her full breast, my fingers kneading and rolling her hardened nipple through the fabric. I watched the dark, intoxicating pleasure wash over her face, feeling a surge of dominant satisfaction.

“Do you like that? Huh?” I growled against her mouth, watching her eyes flutter shut and her lips part in a silent plea for more.

Feeling the unbearable tightness straining against the fabric of my trousers, I wasted no time. I spun her around, pressing her face firmly against the heavy wood of my bedroom door, and shoved her hips back so she let out a sharp gasp of pure eagerness.

“Yes, Lucian! Fuck me!”

With rough efficiency, I unzipped my pants, tore down my boxers, and dragged my rigid length against her soaking entrance before driving straight into her without a moment's hesitation.

Her passage was hot, slick, tight, and entirely made for me.

I pumped my hips, accelerating my relentless rhythm as I buried myself deep inside her. I grabbed a handful of her long, raven-black hair, wrenching her head back, and brought my hand down in a sharp, stinging slap against her flushed butt cheek.

“Ah! Fuck!” I groaned, hauling her hips back so she collided harder against my aggressive thrusts.

“You like rough sex, don't you?” I murmured darkly against her ear, driving myself in and out of her with reckless abandon.

Delilah couldn't even form a coherent word because my hand had already moved to grip her throat—choking her just enough to push her over the edge, but never enough to break her.

I closed my eyes tightly as a wave of intense heat flooded my lower abdomen. She came, shuddering violently around me.

Fuck. This is so damn good.

Releasing my hold on her throat, I yanked her away from the door, shoved her face-first onto the mattress, and resumed my punishing pace.

Delilah arched her back, kneeling provocatively at the edge of the bed while I gripped her hips like a vice. Moments later, I pulled out of her with a slick snap, my warm seed spilling out and dripping down her thighs.

I stood over her, breathing heavily as I tried to regulate my wild pulse. I looked down at the woman sprawled across the bed, who simply turned her head, flashed a wicked grin, and murmured,

“I’m ready for round two.”

Mate.

I froze, abruptly stopping as I stared into Delilah's venomous—yet alluring—gaze. I glanced toward the door, but I didn't hear a single sound from outside.

My wolf instincts had heightened to check if there was any threat around while Delilah and I were still basking in the heat just moments ago. But I felt nothing. I pulled up my trousers, my mind frantically trying to figure out where that voice had come from.

I frowned in deep thought over what I had just heard. I knew I heard it right—there was a faint voice of a woman whispering right through me with a single word… mate.

"Hey? Are you okay, Lucian?" Delilah asked, but I completely ignored her.

I grabbed the clothes scattered on the floor and put them on before walking out of the room, leaving Delilah all alone.

When I got downstairs, I saw Gamma Khillian entering the pack house accompanied by two pack warriors. He informed me that the preparations for the traditional Mating Ball coming up this weekend were almost complete. Wasting no time, I joined him to personally inspect the venue where my pack members would gather, right before I heard Delilah's voice calling out from the second floor.

"Lucian!" I caught the strange, questioning emotion in her eyes.

I let out a sigh, telling Gamma Khillian to go ahead as I would catch up in a moment.

As Delilah came down, she immediately threw her arms around me. She flashed a smile—a smile I knew all too well would instantly stoke the fire inside my body.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to stay in bed with me a little longer?" she whispered softly, her tongue trailing against my ear.

My jaw clenched. I suddenly felt a surge in my libido and heard the deep growl of my wolf, Thorne. I wanted to pin Delilah down right there in some corner of the pack house and claim her over and over again. But I held myself back. I gripped her by both shoulders and pushed her away, watching her blink in confusion.

"Not now, Delilah. I have to do something; this is urgent. I'll come see you in my room once the preparations for the Mating Ball are sorted out."

I thought she would leave it at that, but to my surprise, Delilah pulled me into a kiss. Hard and possessive. She plundered my mouth with such raw desire that it completely re-ignited the blazing heat in my body. My movements turned aggressive; my hands roamed restlessly over every curve of her body until her soft whimpers grew louder.

"Ah! Yes, more... please," she begged.

I was about to push her down onto the nearby table when I heard Gamma Khillian's voice cut through. "Alpha. You are being summoned in the hall," he stated in a serious tone, completely unfazed by the scene before us.

I glanced back at him and replied, "Go ahead, I'll follow." He nodded before leaving us.

I said goodbye to Delilah and headed straight to the hall, where I was informed that the invitations had already been sent out to all the VIP guests attending the Mating Ball.

As an Alpha, it was crucial that this event turned out perfectly for my people. After all, this was the night the Moon Goddess granted everyone the chance to find their fated mate.

And for me? I didn't know if I even had one. I never believed I had a fated mate. Probably because I already had Delilah, who kept me burning hot every single night, and everyone in the pack knew we were together.

We were childhood friends turned friends-with-benefits. I was happy and content with what we had. We had been doing this for so many years, and I figured it was safe to say I had already found the woman of my life.

Yet, there was still something inside me whispering about the mates everyone kept talking about. Especially that mysterious mate whose voice I had heard earlier.

"Alpha, are you joining the Mating Ball?" Beta River asked as we surveyed the massive hall inside the pack house where the event would take place.

I shook my head. "No. I have too much to handle, and I still have meetings to attend. I'll probably just show up for a brief moment and leave right after."

"Is this about our allies?" he asked, and I nodded.

"I need to secure new alliances to strengthen our territory. But every Alpha I've spoken to has turned down my proposals. It's been driving me mad with frustration these past few days."

Beta River simply nodded. I excused myself to head back to my room. I had something urgent to take care of tomorrow.

Upon returning, Delilah was nowhere to be found. She wasn't in my room, but the disheveled bed from our earlier encounter was glaringly obvious. I let out a heavy sigh as a sudden wave of heat surged through my body. Standing right by the edge of the bed, I released my hardening length. I imagined Delilah on her knees, taking my cock to her swollen lips and deep into her mouth.

She was so good at taking me, holding my length firmly in her soft hand, guiding my thrusts while moaning right here in my room. And eventually, I came.

I squeezed my eyes shut in pure, breathless pleasure, staring up at the ceiling.

Fuck. What the hell is happening to me?