Luca And Alberto Kissing Novels & Stories

Marco grabbed my boobs and squeezed my nipples. Enzo had slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring me gently. My wolf whimpered wondering where Luca was. I broke apart from Enzo and looked around. Alessio was sucking my vulva now. I shivered. Luca came into the room holding more champagne. I extended my hand to him and he kissed my palm. He tried to hand me the bottle of champagne but I refused, pulling him to me. He laughed at my enthusiasm.

Luca's eyes locked onto mine. "I've missed you so much," he whispered. My heart swelled. "I've missed you too, Luca." We transformed back into our human forms, embracing beneath the moonlight. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, the world around us fading away. As we broke apart for air, Luca smiled. "I love you, Carly." "I love you too, Luca," I replied. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Only our love, our laughter, and the freedom of the wild.

Luca blinked his eyes at her, "No. I do the dirty jobs while the ladies sit back and--" "I can't die" She reminded him. "I know and I'll be fine as well. I always end up fine" "Are you sure?" She pouted. "Cross my heart" Silenced ensured for a moment and no party was prepared to break from the prolonged eye contact. Luca could not hold the urge any longer as he pushed his face forward and awarded her with a warm kiss. She shuts her eyes and his hands trailed behind to touch her long red hair. Linda drew closer to him and obeyed her instincts to put her hand behind him when he drift to her neck.

He pulled out but stayed on top of me, his weight supported on his forearms. He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my lower lip until he dipped his tongue into me for a delicious kiss. We kissed for a long time, our slick bodies pressed against each other. I wasn’t sure how long we lay like that, kissing, but eventually I could feel Luca getting hard again. He’s about to thrust into me again when his phone buzzes I turned to look at the screen displayed on the screen is who I never thought “Zita..”

Paul said quietly beside me, using two fingers to zoom in. He had found a side window, partially fogged up but not enough to block what was happening inside. Luca was inside now. He’d taken off his jacket and was already pulling the boy close. The boy tiptoed to meet him halfway, and their mouths found each other like it wasn’t the first time. Luca wrapped his arms around him tightly and stroked the back of his head, then leaned in to kiss him again. This time slower… more sensual. He said something that sounded like “I missed you” but I couldn’t correctly get the words.

My voice was a bit louder this time than earlier. I kept staring at Leonardo, expecting him to speak. I’d suspected him to tell my father everything. To ruin me. To confess our sin. My heart raced. A memory came flashing back. Luca’s death. That night. That horrible afternoon. I remembered how one of the assistants had screamed something while we carried Luca’s body out of the woods. His voice still echoed in my head. “The Alpha won’t let his son be in that gayish relationship again!”

Luca freehand goes behind him to turn the knob. I look up to the bold writeup on the door. "It says out of bounds." "Then, we better make it fast." Luca unlocks the door with his free hand. After we are inside, he locks it. We start kissing. My legs wrap around his waist. Our tongues dance together in each other's mouth while his hand lightly rubs my tits, his fingers slide into my sports bra, palming my tits, and he squeezes the already hard nipple while his tongue thrusts deep into my throat. I gasp at the feel of him against my center.

CLARK POV Constant buzzing and noise, a cacophony of chaotic thoughts, followed by silence. *‘I, Alpha Lucian Pascal, hereby banish you from this pack. I never want to see you anywhere near me or my pack again. I also accept your rejection—you now cease to be my mate.’ *‘Oh, because you wanted him to be yours, right? No, he’s mine and mine alone. No one else can have him, not you… not your unborn bastard… Do you hear me?’

“You’re still you, Elana. Strong. Fierce.” A bitter smile twisted her lips. “I don’t feel strong.” “You are,” he said fiercely. “You’re stronger than anyone I know.” Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world fell away. No families. No blood oaths. No betrayal. Just two broken people clinging to each other in the dark. Before she could second-guess it, Elana rose on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his. Soft. Tentative. Searching. Luca responded instantly, deepening the kiss, his hands threading through her hair, pulling her closer. His mouth was desperate, hungry, as if he was trying to memorize her.

he said, pulling me even closer, “firecracker, have you seen yourself when you are angry?” Before I could even argue, he kissed me again, slow this time, like he was proving his point without needing words. And I swear I almost forgot where we were. Because then Kingsley’s voice cut through from behind us like a knife thrown straight into romance. “Can you both stop being so disgusting? We have an ongoing war.” I pulled back slightly, raising a brow in his direction. But Luca? Luca didn’t even look ashamed. He just turned his head slightly like he just remembered something important.