Chapter Forty-one
**A/N: I apologize for the slow chapters, I'm in a bit of bind right now so it can't be helped. I promise that the update frequency will improve soon. xoxo **
Their kiss tasted of vanilla and liquid heat, making Claire feel like she was drowning in Lukas. He no longer tasted of alcohol which meant that Claire no longer had any excuses to give to herself about why she didn't want this.
She melted into the kiss, feeling her body heat up as Lukas ran his hands all over her body. *‘She should stop this, she should push Lukas away and take a stand.’*
But instead, Claire found herself burying her hands in Lukas’ dark hair, arching against him when his hot hand found a breast.
Claire broke away from the kiss first, feeling a little light-headed, it was almost like Lukas didn’t need to breathe.
She gasped when Lukas immediately kiss down the column of her neck, nibbling gently and sucking dark bruises into her skin. She couldn’t help her moan when his wet tongue found a sensitive spot on her neck.
Maybe Claire was also a little drunk, it would explain why she was arching against Lukas and urging him on with softly spilled moans instead of pushing him away and bashing him over the head with the flower pot by the bedside.
She didn’t stop though, her hands slipping from his hair to hold onto his powerful shoulders when his head dipped even lower, past her collar bones.
Claire was caught off guard when Lukas raised his head to claim her lips again, he kissed her with a tinge of desperation. It was almost like he couldnt get enough of her, like she was his air and he was drowning.
Claire could only hold on to the werewolf as he kissed her senseless, breaking off from the kiss once again to catch her breath.
*It wasn’t fair. Why did she turn out to be the Fated mate of a werewolf that could make a woman swoon from a mere kiss.*
Claire felt like putty under Lukas’ hands, unable to even protest when he ripped her dress down the front. She could only stare at him with half lidded eyes, feeling more drunk as the night went on.
“Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” Lukas said hoarsely, burying his face in her neck briefly.
Claire wonder what he was up to but she wasn’t left in the dark for long, a cry falling past her kiss bruised lips when Lukas bit down gently on a sensitive spot on her neck.
Claire nearly gave into the urge to smack him when he looked up at her with a self-accomplished smirk, getting side-tracked when his hands slide down the sides of her waist to possesively grab her ass.
It was hard to catch a breath with Lukas, his skillful hands heating up her body without even touching her intinmately… yet...
Claire had to slap a hand over her mouth to cover the loud moan that escaped her when Lukas finally put his lips on her nipples. She had managed to hold herself together when he teased and squeezed her breasts till she verge on the edge of oversensitivity but not when she felt the hot wet heat of his mouth.
Lukas took her hand away, pinning both her hands about her head with a murmured, “I want to hear you cry for me.” As he resumed the delicious torture.
Claire trashed her head from side to side, in a bid to keep the noises in. She found that she couldn’t break free from Lukas’ hold although he was using just a single hand to hold her down, pleasure building to needle point intensity when he gave attention to her other breast, his free hand fondling her spit-slicked nipple. This way, Claire couldn’t catch a break, her toes curling.
Her moans finally broke free, the pleasured sounds bordering on sobs as she cried out.
Lukas finally gave her some respite, letting go of her wrists in favor of sliding his hands down her body.
Claire put her hands on her face, needing some time to recover and also mortified at how loud she had been. She was really grateful that it was just them on the entire floor or she wouldn’t be able to face anyone the next day.
Also, while Claire wouldn’t call herself someone with an active sex-life, she wasn’t a virgin either. She had even been in a relationship before, yet she hadn’t known that foreplay could feel this good. She was near tears already and all they had done was makeout sensually.
“Little human, don’t hide from me.” Lukas’ voice came from somewhere around her bellybutton, making her peek through her fingers at him, shivers running down her spine at the ravenous look in his midnight blue eyes.
Claire still had her underwear on and Lukas held her gaze as he slid down the length of her body, untill his thick dark hair was nestled between her legs.
Claire felt her face heat up dangerously, her hands still on her face but she was unable to break away from Lukas’ gaze, even when he kissed the spot above her lacy panties, even when his head dipped lower.
Claire threw her head back when Lukas pressed a hot wet kiss through the lace of her panties, her mouth open in pleasure. A shock ran through her slender body when he found her sensitive nub through the black lace.
The feel of Lukas sucking on her through the delicate lace pushed Claire dangerously close to the edge of an orgasm. It was filthy but it felt so good, her thighs starting to tremble from pleasure.
After a few more open mouthed kiss, her panties were given the same treatment as her nightdress, the material easily ripping in Lukas’ hands.
A growled curse from Lukas was Claire’s only warning before Lukas went down on her.
“Oh my god, Lukas!” Claire cried out, feeling the world tilt in front of her eyes when she felt Lukas’ hot mouth right on her skin without her lace panties to protect her soft, heated, delicate skin.
Her blonde hair was splayed on the bed, hands fisting the sheets as Lukas held onto her legs to keep them open as he licked into her, his tongue relentless like he wanted to drink her down.
The trembling spread from Claire’s legs to the rest of her body, her grip on the sheets tightening. “Lukas!” She gasped on a moan. “I’m going to… Please don’t stop.”
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