The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0720

"Ariel," he whispers, looking intently down into my face. "I love you so, so much. It almost killed me to come close to losing you like that. I want...I want to go further. Life is so short - we shouldn't wait -"

I still, realizing what he's asking. But then my eyes flick over his gorgeous form, his tan skin and his lean muscles, his broad hand still cupping my sex. And god - god do I want more - My wolf taps anxiously in my soul, unsure.

And I don't know if it's the whiskey, or the grief, or the exhaustion taking over me at this point, but I gently nudge her aside and give myself over to the moment, nodding to Luca, wanting him. Because why shouldn't I?

Here I am with my gorgeous mate- who is mine, mine forever -

And he's right! I almost died two days ago, and yesterday, and what is the point of holding out for some 'right' moment when life is so, so precarious?

Suddenly I want him with a vehemence that surprises me.

"Yes," I whisper, reaching up to curl a hand behind his neck. "Yes, Luca - yes."

He groans as he lays his body out over mine, kissing me and pressing me down into the mattress with his full weight - a sensation that I love, his skin and body all warm against mine. He pulls his hand away from me and shoves hard at his underwear, pushing them down and kicking them off as I kiss him hard and fast, gasping breaths in between our lips, not wanting to be separated from him for a second.

he palms himself, moving his hand over the smooth shaft of his cock, glancing down anxiously at me. "This

just shake my head, bringing my mouth back to his, wanting to be kissed

pulling away more and frowning down at me. "It's your first time

as I stare up in his face. Because, I mean,

wanting

very badly and needing

-

the memories and the grief. I loop my leg up over Luca's hip as his wolf prowls across our bond, looking for mine, wanting to be

me for a long moment, his breath unsteady before he presses inside. I moan in turn as my body stretches for him, accommodating each thick inch. I pant

for

him, pulsing, wanting the friction, wanting

of it, turning his face to the side and tucking it low against my neck. Then he begins to move, gentle at first, pulling out an inch and then pressing in and in. "More," I

and gives me what

back as the feeling swells in me again, as I feel it start to come to that