His Wife

Elena’s POV

Lucian stopped directly in front of me. He had a dark, hooded look in his eyes and I started to panic. 

“W-what are you doing in my room?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my attempt to keep it steady.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, that infuriating gaze traveled over me, slow and shameless.

“You’re my wife now, dear.” His voice was calm, almost casual. “I’m here to consummate this marriage.”

My stomach coiled. I had known this was coming. I had walked into this marriage knowing exactly what Lucian would expect of me. My fingers curled at my sides as I forced myself to hold his gaze.

I wasn’t going to let him see me afraid. This was part of the plan. I needed to get close to Lucian Black. He had to trust me in order to have access to everything. If that meant playing the obedient wife for a little while, so be it.

I swallowed thickly, and I nodded. All for my brother. Lucian took another step toward me and my breath caught. His hand lifted slowly, giving me plenty of time to move away if I wanted to, but I didn’t. His fingers curled around the back of my neck, warm against my skin. A shiver traveled down my spine. His eyes were fixed on mine.

He crashed his mouth on mine, and my heart leaped from my chest. The kiss was hot, and every thought in my head disappeared. I should have pushed him away, but I stood there, frozen. Slowly, my eyes closed, and I opened my mouth slightly and kissed him back.

Pleased with my answer, his grip tightened slightly at my nape. My heart slammed against my ribs. This wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It was supposed to be an act. A means to an end, right? Nothing more!

Yet when Lucian kissed me again, slower this time, I caught myself leaning into him, standing on my tiptoes. 

My eyes flew open. What the hell was I doing?

I pulled back just enough to breathe, but Lucian didn’t release me. His eyes searched mine, dark and unreadable. But that infuriating little smirk was there.

He knew. He fucking knew that he had me in his clutches. 

Without warning, he lifted me off my feet, and my thighs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my chest brushed against his hard one, and my hands grabbed his broad shoulders. 

He carried me to the bed and threw me against the soft mattress. I yelped as I bounced against the mattress. My pulse was hammering. 

His eyes changed, they were darker than night, glinting, and a smirk curled on his mouth.

He removed the long-sleeved linen shirt he was wearing, and I forgot how to breathe. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Eight defined ridges across his abdomen. His chest glistened, and my eyes went lower. His pants hung so low around his hips that I could see where his V-line started, so profound it would make a sister sin. 

My hands gripped the sheets, my hands shaking slightly, chest heaving. Lucian pulled down his pants, and I made the mistake of looking. I shouldn't have. 

Because holy fuck. This man was packed!

His cock was thick, long, and very hard. Veiny, and it was slick with precum. My pulse hammered. I instinctively pressed my thighs together, as if that would stop him from smelling my arousal. I didn't do anything, I was wet for him. 

Get a hold of yourself, Elena. You hate this man. However, my body didn't understand that, it didn't care. 

It's my body reacting, I told myself as I drew in a deep breath. He wrapped his hand around my arm and pulled me towards him. He crawled slowly until his long arms and body were caging me, then he kissed me, slowly, sensually this time again. 

I could hear the pounding of my own heart. He bit my lower lip, and I opened my mouth like a good little girl. I wanted to die! 

I was mortified by how complicit I was in this. His hands went to my breasts, cupping them. He growled at the thin fabric between us, and he halted, his face frowning. Before I could think what he wanted to do, he ripped it with my one claw, making me gasp. I was naked, no pants or bra, as I always slept. 

My body felt hot all over, and a pleased low growl rumbled from his chest. 

"Stand, dearest," he ordered, and I obliged.

 Just kill me, lord! 

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. Lucian drank me in, his eyes were burning with raw hunger. Slowly, his fingers went to his lips, a heavy breath escaping his mouth as his burning gaze scrutinized me. 

"You're a sight to behold, Elena." he leaned in and showered my neck with kisses, his hand wrapping around my small waist. 

I gasped when he nibbled my sweet spot. My embarrassment couldn't be louder, and my pussy couldn't be wetter. He pushed me back on the bed and climbed between my legs. His hand was firm around my throat, it wasn't choking. His mouth found mine.

He attacked my mouth once again, savagely, hungrily. His long tongue explored my mouth, and he made sure to dominate, he always dominated, conquered. This time, it was me he dominated and conquered. In true fashion of Lucian Black. 

The Emperor Alpha. 

My body tightened around him, and my hips moved up, wanting more. I threw my head back when his thumb found my nipple. 

"You're dripping for me," he husked against my skin, his voice low and hot, making me die of need. His mouth sucked my nipple while his hand kneaded my other breast. My hips were arched, my fingers in his hair as incoherent sounds left my mouth. 

I needed self-control. I needed it, but it had deserted me. Lucian Black kissed down my throat, to my collarbone, down to my stomach, every part of my body, his lips touched. 

"Aah," I breathed, heavily. My heart was erratic. He was taking his time, worshiping and praising my body, 

"You're perfection, dearest," he murmured, and in this moment, I didn't tell him how much I hated his nickname. 

He parted my thighs, kissing their inner parts, and I moaned, arching upwards. I wanted him to give some attention to my core, but he didn't. When he came back to me, he smirked. 

"Are you ready?" My eyes opened and locked onto his, noticing the flecks in his onyx eyes.

I nodded once, and he looked pleased. 

"After me, you will never be with another again," he said, and painfully pushed in. My breath ceased, and when he went deeper, I gasped and gripped his arms tighter, digging my nails into him. 

He was large, too large. Lucian didn't wait, he slid right in and started to pump. It was painful, and there were tears in my eyes, but there was pleasure too. 

"You're so tight, my baby." 

He pushed further in, filling me, and I cried out loudly, both in pleasure and pain. 

"Yes, baby," he whispered as he pushed in and out. In and out. I gripped the sheets. My hips started to move on their own, matching his pace. 

He watched me with those eyes that I hated yet found them intriguing.

He was all over me, everywhere, in me, inside my stomach. 

My throat was sore. Lucian fucked the way he'd expected him to. His thrust was harsh, deep, and hard, claiming every inch of my pussy. 

"OH, GOD!" I moaned. He was hitting my G-spot, and the pleasure skyrocketed. 

No one had fucked me like this, not even James.

My throat was dry, and I was lamenting, lamenting words I couldn't understand.

In less than a second, he shifted our position. I was on all fours, and he gripped my hips, thrusting deeper inside me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head in this new position, and I screamed louder, moving my ass forward and back.

Our skin slapped against each other, and I didn't care about how loud I was being.

"YES, please!" I cried, burying my face in the pillow.

I felt a sensation so powerful that I screamed his name and squirted all over his cock. He gripped my waist and shifted our position. We were facing each other, and I was still quivering. He was already moving wildly, his face in a constant smug expression like he won the greatest prize of his life. 

He didn't take his eyes off me as he moved wilder. 

"I didn't know you could be more beautiful, keeping fucked," he said. I could feel another build-up coming, I felt it everywhere. 

Muffled sounds started to escape my mouth. 

"Do you like my cock, Elena?" he asked, voice guttural. 

"Shut. your. mouth," I managed to say, sentences broken. He leaned in and licked the inside of my ear, 

"Yeah, you do." I could hear the smirk in his stupid voice. I clenched around him so hard, so hard, and he grunted in pleasure.

"Come for your Alpha, baby," he said, and I exploded.

 My second orgasm was so powerful, so profound that my body shook in unending pleasure. I gripped onto him for dear life as I shuddered. 

I was heaving, and he was looking at me in satisfaction. His movements did not stop, they became faster and wild, erratic. His breathing became rough as he went deeper. His hand tightened around my throat, instead of feeling suffocation, I enjoyed it. He was rougher, and suddenly, he still with a groan. His cock jerked, and warm liquid filled my pussy. His entire body was shaking, and he held me so tightly. 

He went on for a long time filling me, and then released me, pulling out slowly, and spilling the white seeds on my belly. 

We were panting harshly, still staring at each other. His thumb rushed over and rubbed against my lips, inside my mouth. I was the first to break eye contact. I turned my head away, swallowing. 

Realization dawned, the man I hate fucked me so thoroughly, and I enjoyed it. 

Fuck