The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

I moan again, hard, as Luca touches me, his hand moving slowly lower, sliding his fingers against the slick skin he finds there. Subtly, moving without even thinking about it, I shift my feet further apart, wanting him to touch me deeper, wanting more.

"Good girl," Luca murmurs, his voice a purr in my ear. I shift my eyes upwards towards him, my vision hazy, not understanding because - because what's good - what did I -

But Luca just shakes his head and kisses me again, passing words down our bond. Don't think, he instructs, his voice a tender purr. Just feel.

And so I do as he says - I give myself over to the sensations as Luca gently strokes me, his fingers nimble as he expertly finds just the precise spot where I want him to press. And then, slowly, he begins to stroke and tease me there, his movements a steady rhythm that builds something in me - a heat, and a need, and a desperate flame that seeks to burn - to destroy everything in its path and wipe everything out with it.

I tear my mouth to the side, unable to handle the intensity of it, his name a breath on my lips. He shifts again then, moving his hand away from that spot, and the building intensity inside of me wanes in a way that makes me gasp in protest, my eyes opening, seeking his, wanting to know why-

smiles at me, and shakes his head, and shifts his hand lower so that his fingers press at my entrance. His

buck forward on their own, urging him onward, wanting him to feel him fill me. But Luca just pulls

now is tense with wanting it, my knees shaking, because I'm close - I'm so close - and he's deliberately holding back now. I shake my head at

me, delicious and wicked, and he drops the hand that's pinning my wrist to the lockers above me. He wraps that hand in the hair that grows at the base of my neck instead, pulling gently, just enough to make me moan so loud at the intensity of it that I'm not sure the

care about anything right now, except - Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt

tongue licks me, just once, across my earlobe and then down the length of my neck. "Beg me for it,

for just a moment, but then god - fuck

he wants, if he'll just... "Please, Luca," I say