Luca And Alberto Kissing Novels & Stories

He bolted off, running to fetch Luca. Moments later, Luca stormed out, his face flushed with anger, his voice sharp as he jabbed a finger at Isabella. “Bro, that’s the girl who’s been causing trouble! She—” But before he could finish, Alessandro moved without hesitation. His arm slid firmly around Isabella’s waist, pulling her close to his side. In one smooth motion, he bent and kissed her forehead. The air exploded with gasps. Students clapped hands over their mouths. A few girls squealed. Even Luca froze, his words dying in his throat.

Pietro and Mikhail followed us. Immediately we stepped outside, Luca lifted me into his arms and kissed me hard. “Oh my goodness, you were glorious in there!” He groaned against my lips, kissing me until my lungs burned. I pulled away, gasping as I dragged air into my body. “I was, wasn't I?” I giggled, biting his lip gently. “I knew my wife was fierce, but damn, Alina, you lit a fire in their asses today.” He breathed, slapping my ass.

Luca’s jaw tightened. “You may kiss.” The judge’s words hung in the air. Luca didn’t move. Alessio arched a brow. “Well, husband? Tradition and all that.” Something dangerous flashed in Luca’s eyes. Then he moved—fast. One hand gripped the back of Alessio’s neck, the other sliding to his waist, pulling him in hard. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was claim. Punishment. Warning. Luca’s mouth crushed against his, demanding entry. Alessio parted his lips—not in surrender, but to bite. Just enough pressure to make Luca hiss.

Not to forget the danger, but to remember what we're fighting for. This. Us. Pack. Javier's hands frame my face, angling me for a deeper kiss. Alvaro's working his way up my neck, his hands wandering under my shirt. "We should—" I gasp as Alvaro finds a particularly sensitive spot. "The planning—" "Can wait five minutes," Javier finishes, smiling against my lips. The bedroom door opens again. "Are you serious right now?" Luciano's voice cuts through the haze. I pull back from Javier, face burning. Luciano's standing in the doorway, arms crossed, expression caught between exasperation and something darker.

SIDE STORY * * Luca lets out a groan when Javier plants a soft kiss on his chest, and then his tongue flicks a pebble nipple, before taking it completely into his mouth. Luca’s eyes flutter closed at the sensation. Javier’s tongue continues giving attention to his nipples while his mouth suckles with soft, sure pulls. Luca lets out a harsh growl of disappointment and warning when Javier suddenly pulls away with a soft pop. But Javier simply settles himself between Luca’s legs, snapping the zipper to his breeches open.

Elara looked into her daughter’s glowing eyes, heart steady despite the fear. “Then the world will learn,” she whispered, “that we are not something to discard.” The darkness closed in. And far above, the Alpha who had once rejected his Luna screamed her name into the mountains, unanswered.

Then he seemed to snap out of it. He pulled back. His hands left Dante’s shirt. He stepped out from between the older man and the desk, putting some space between them for the first time since the order to kiss him. “I am sorry,” Luca said. His voice came out rough but steady. “I cannot do this.” Dante did not reach for him. He simply watched, eyes still dark, chest still rising a little too fast. Luca walked to the door and put his hand on the handle. He paused there without looking back.

Luca was swimming closer, drawn to us. Luca soon joined, pressing his strong, hard body against my back. His chest felt warm against my skin despite the cool water. He turned my head gently with one hand and captured my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. While Luca kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth thoroughly, Jonas continued his devoted work on my breasts. He alternated between my nipples, sucking harder now, pulling them deeper into his mouth, licking and teasing relentlessly as the water splashed gently around our bodies.

Even the guards exchanged shocked looks. Luca, ever the showman, pulled Bianca closer and kissed her deeply, right there in front of everyone. It was a long, unnecessary kiss. People stared, horrified. When he finally pulled back, Luca smiled as if soaked in applause. “Well,” he said cheerfully, “I hope my room has been prepared?” Dante didn’t blink. “It has.” Luca placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “Thank you, cousin. Truly.” With his arm around Bianca, he turned and walked into the villa, swaggering like he owned the place.

he whispered, the admission simple yet profound. He turned Adrian in his arms, capturing his mouth in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of coffee and promise. Their lips moved together with unhurried passion, tongues exploring as if discovering each other anew. Clothes were discarded gently this time, folded aside with care rather than torn away in haste. Luca lifted Adrian effortlessly, strong hands supporting him as Adrian wrapped his legs around Luca’s waist. With one smooth, deep stroke, Luca thrust into him, burying himself completely. They both groaned at the exquisite connection, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in the cool morning air.