Aria
“I can’t fucking believe you spent all the damn money Damon gave us, Lucas.” I cross my arms, giving him a hard look as he shoves his phone into his pocket. Damon just promised to meet us in an hour, but now we’re officially broke.
Lucas shrugs like it’s no big deal. “Oh, come on, Aria. You said you were cold, so I bought you a jacket.” He pouts, pointing at the fur-lined leather draped over my shoulders.
I glance down at it. “Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d buy a designer one! We could’ve gone to a damn thrift store or something.” I scowl at him. The price tag on this thing was two thousand fucking dollars.
Lucas recoils like I just suggested he eat expired gas station sushi. “Second-hand? That’s disgusting.” His nose wrinkles in pure disgust.
Goddess. “Lucas, are you sure you can survive here?” I narrow my eyes. “Like, really sure?”
“What do you mean?” He grins, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “Relax, babe. We’ve talked about this. We’re both gonna get jobs, we’ll be fine.”
I exhale. And just like that, his stupid smile melts my irritation.
“Now, come on. I don’t like this spot,” he mutters, looking around like he’s expecting snipers on rooftops. We’re standing outside a convenience store on a busy-ass street.
“You got your paper and pen?” he asks.
I pat my pocket. “Yeah.”
“What do you even need it for?” He raises a brow.
“You know… to write stuff when I’m bored.”
Lucas gives me a shit-eating grin. “Well, you’re never gonna be bored when you have me.”
Oh, my Goddess. I roll my eyes. “So cheesy.”
“Admit it, you love it.” He smirks, linking his arm with mine.
I groan dramatically. “Where the hell are we going? You told Damon to meet us at this store..”
“He’s still far. Let’s go have some fun. We’ll be back later.” He pulls me along, leading me toward goddess knows where.
We walk for a few minutes, the path leading us deeper into the woods. I narrow my eyes at him, already suspicious.
“Okay… why are we here?” I ask, amused but cautious.
Lucas grins, looking me up and down like he’s about to eat me alive. “Figured you’d love a little run. It’s good for our wolves, you know.”
I fold my arms. “I hope you’re not planning something else… something naughty.”
His lips twitch. “Oh, come off it, Aria.”
I scoff. “I know you, Lucas.”
He chuckles, completely unapologetic. “Alright, you got me. Yeah, whenever I’m with you, I always wanna fuck you. But I can live without it today.”
I snort. “Always? Like… really?” We stop behind a tree, and I narrow my eyes at him. “Lucas, are you always horny or something?”
“Honestly?” He leans against the tree, smirking. “I always am. But it got worse when I met you.”
His hands cup my cheeks, the warmth of his touch sending a shockwave straight through my body. My breath catches, and heat starts pooling between my legs.
“And if you’re being honest,” he murmurs, his thumb grazing my lower lip, “you feel the same way too… every time you’re with me.”
I huff, trying to sound unimpressed. “No way.”
Lucas cocks a brow. “Really?” He leans in, lips so close I can feel his breath against mine. “Do I need to prove it to you? Do you want me to make you beg…. to fuck you so hard… so fast you’ll be screaming?”
Heat explodes through me, and my thighs fucking clench on their own. “That’s enough,” I mutter, looking away before I combust.
He smirks knowingly. “Fine. Let’s run.”
I let out a relieved breath.
Then he starts taking off his clothes.
And fuck me.
The way his muscles flex as he pulls his shirt over his head, the way his abs ripple with each breath…it’s unfair. I swear he does this shit on purpose.
I don’t even notice when he yanks off his pants. One second he’s wearing them, the next-
His thick, long fleshy cock is just there.
Right in front of me.
Staring at me like it fucking owns me.
Lucas tilts his head, watching my reaction. “You wanna touch it?” His voice is pure mischief.
My face burns. “No, I don’t…”
“Oh, come on, Aria. Don’t act like you haven’t seen it before.” He grins.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Lucas…”
“Or touched it.”
“Lucas, please.”
“Or even sucked it.” His grin turns wicked, and fuck me, my pussy throbs.
I hate him.
“Okay! Okay! I’m just gonna-” I huff, taking a deep breath. “-take off my damn dress.”
His smirk is pure sin. “I’ve been waiting for that.”
I shoot him a glare but start peeling off my jacket, then my dress, but my fingers are moving too damn slow. Lucas just stands there, watching me like I’m some fucking masterpiece, and it’s making me self-conscious. Why the hell am I acting like this? He’s seen me naked before…hell, this morning, he saw me naked. And last night. So why the fuck am I suddenly shy?
My jacket and gown hit the ground, leaving me in just my bra and panties. But my fingers feel heavy, clumsy, as I struggle with the bra clasp.
Lucas smirks. “Let me,” he murmurs, stepping in before I can even protest. His big, calloused hands replace mine, and with one practiced flick, the hook comes undone. The breeze grazes my nipples, making them hard instantly.
I reach for my panties, ready to slide them off, but Lucas beats me to it. His fingers hook into the waistband, dragging the lace down achingly slow. His knuckles brush against my hips, my thighs, and fuck…I feel my breath hitch. My cheeks heat, but I let him strip me anyway.
Now, I’m just… standing there. Naked. In front of him.
His eyes darken as they roam my body, lingering on my tits, my stomach, then lower, so fucking low that my clit clenches under his gaze. His breath catches, and he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, his stare locked between my legs.
Oh, he notices. Of course, he fucking notices.
Because truth be told? I want him just as bad. Being with Lucas makes my brain go straight to filth. Every time we’re together, I can’t get enough of him, his cock stretching me open, wrecking me from behind until I’m a sobbing, shaking mess.
And right now? Goddess. I want him to bend me over this tree trunk, grab me by the hips, and fuck me. Hard. Fast. Rough enough to make me feel it tomorrow.
Lucas lets out a deep, hungry groan. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Aria.” His voice is thick with want, but then his smirk returns, his eyes gleaming. “But my wolf is dying to go on a run with yours.”
I exhale, trying to shove all my dirty thoughts away. “Likewise.”
And just like that, we shift.
Bones crack, muscles stretch, and the second my paws hit the earth, I feel free.
Lucas’s wolf is massive, dark, and powerful, the perfect contrast to my smaller, sleek, white-furred wolf. But while he’s all brooding and majestic, my wolf, Gail, is sassy as hell.
She takes the lead, and we run. The wind rushes through my fur, the earth flies beneath my feet, and damn…it feels fucking incredible. It’s been, what? A month since I last let my wolf free? Gail is losing her damn mind with happiness.
After about thirty minutes, we stop at the riverbank and shift back.
Lucas stretches, rolling his shoulders, muscles flexing deliciously. “Fuck, that was brilliant.”
I catch my breath, grinning. “No kidding. We needed that.” I glance at the water, the surface clean and glistening even under the sunlight. “It’s beautiful.”
He hums, stepping closer. “Yeah… Looks like a spring or something.” Then, his smirk shifts…darker, more dangerous. “So… have you ever fucked in a river before?”
I blink. “What?”
Before I can even process what he said, he grabs me, lifts me like I weigh nothing, and-
SPLASH.
That motherfucker throws us both into the water.