Maya POV
Oh my God.
What the hell was wrong with Lucas?
He looked like a completely different person. Sounded like one too. I’d never seen him like this—never even imagined it. The Moon Goddess really seemed to enjoy testing me, throwing me into situations I never saw coming.
I’d walked in here to drop off a file. That was it. Simple. An agreement.
Instead, I found myself pinned beneath him on his desk, spread open like I was his personal feast.
And the worst part?
The absolute worst part was that I couldn’t resist.
My mind had gone completely blank the moment his mouth found me. I’d lost all sense of reason, all dignity, all the walls I’d spent years building. My body responded to him like it knew him—like it had been waiting for this. His touch, his scent, his voice... fuck, those words. They crawled up my spine, wrapped around my throat, and pulled every ounce of resistance right out of me.
My wolf was just as hungry as I was.
She wanted this.
She’d been begging for it since that night.
The desk stretched cold beneath my back. I lay in the middle, legs parted, him between them, his dark head buried where no one had ever been. His eyes—God, his eyes—they were different tonight. Predatory. Hungry. He looked at me like I was the last thing he’d ever taste, and he intended to savor every second.
My life was turning into one of those cheesy movies I’d watched years ago and rolled my eyes at. How did I go from avoiding him, hiding in opposite directions, pretending he didn’t exist—to this? Pinned on his desk, heart slamming against my ribs, waiting for him to devour me completely?
What the hell had come over me?
It made no sense. He was my childhood friend. My ex best friend. Caleb’s brother. His literal twin.
And yet, I’d fantasized about this ever since that night.
I wasn’t like this. I was never like this.
When did I even say yes?
The words had slipped out before I could stop them. I couldn’t take them back now—because deep down, some traitorous part of me didn’t want to.
My wolf’s voice slithered through my mind like honey.
Don’t you want to be pleased, Maya? Don’t you want to know what pleasure feels like? What it tastes like? Don’t you want to be claimed? Completely lost to someone? You’re tired of hiding. You’re tired of keeping yourself caged. Let go, Maya. Just let go.
I hated admitting it.
But she was right.
I do want this. Every shameful, desperate, aching bit of it. I wanted to lose myself to him—to Lucas. I wanted to know what it felt like. What it tasted like.
Before I could spiral further, a sharp, electric sensation shot through me.
He licked me again. Directly. Deliberately. Exactly where I needed him most.
"Aahh—!" My head snapped back, a broken moan tearing from my throat before I could catch it. The sound bounced off the walls of his study, far too loud, far too revealing. If anyone passed by, they’d know exactly what was happening in here.
I didn’t care.
I was too far gone.
Just one stroke sent fire racing through my veins, lighting up nerves I didn’t even know existed. I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted copper, fighting the next cry that clawed its way up.
I looked down at him.
Oh, fuck.
He was really doing it. Really eating me out like his life depended on it. Not teasing, not playing—he meant every filthy word. He was savoring me, pulling moan after moan from my body like he intended to drain every ounce of pleasure from me until there was nothing left but trembling, shattered pieces.
My hips bucked against his face. His grip on my thighs tightened like iron, holding me in place. Like I could even move. My hands were still bound above my head with his silk tie—the one he’d used to keep me from touching him, from pushing him away, from doing anything other than lying there and taking everything he gave me.
Every flick of his tongue was devastating. He knew exactly where to press, when to pause, how to make my toes curl and my vision blur. He knew me better than I knew myself. Every nerve, every spot that made me gasp—he found them all.
I threw my head back and let out a scream that I was sure echoed through the entire pack house. Someone definitely heard that. Someone definitely knew.
But I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Not when his tongue was doing that.
Not when he groaned against me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
His tongue moved in ways that should be illegal. Slow, deliberate circles that had me gasping his name. Quick, sharp flicks that made my hips jerk. He alternated between them like a master musician playing an instrument, keeping me off balance, never letting me get used to one sensation before switching to another.
"Lucas—" I breathed, my voice cracking.
He hummed against me in response, and that vibration shot straight through my core. My back arched off the desk, a strangled cry ripping from my throat.
"Fuck, Lucas!"
My bound hands scrambled uselessly above my head. I couldn’t grab anything, couldn’t hold onto anything—all I could do was lie there and take it.
And I took it.
I took every single second of it.
His tongue traced patterns I couldn’t follow. Up, down, circling, flicking, pressing. He sucked gently, then harder. He dipped lower, then higher. He teased my entrance with the tip of his tongue before dragging it back up to my clit.
I was incoherent. A babbling, moaning mess.
"Please—" I gasped. "Please, Lucas—"
He pulled back just enough to speak. "Please what, Maya?"
"Please don’t stop—"
A dark chuckle. "I wasn’t planning to."
He dove back in, and I lost all ability to form words.
I felt the pressure building, the coil tightening in my belly. I was so close. So fucking close. Just a little more—
And then he stopped.
Right when I was teetering on the edge.
"No—" The word tore from my throat, desperate and broken. "Please—please, Lucas—"
He sat up slowly, licking his lips like he was savoring a fine wine, and watched me with those dark, hungry eyes. His gaze traveled down my body—from my bound hands, to my heaving chest, to where I was spread open and trembling before him.
"You’re holding back," he said, voice low and rough. "I can feel it. You’re still trying to keep yourself together."
I shook my head frantically. "I’m not—I’m not holding back—"
His hand slid up my inner thigh, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
"I want to hear you," he said. "I want to hear every single sound you make. I want the entire pack house to know exactly who you belong to."
I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a whimper.
"You’re still holding back," he repeated. "Maybe I’m not doing enough."
"No—you are—you’re..."
His thumb pressed against my swollen clit, just hard enough to make me gasp.
"Don’t hold back, Maya. Don’t hide from me. Not anymore."
And then his finger slid inside me.
My eyes flew open. A strangled cry tore from my lips, filling the room. My entire body jerked, but his grip on my thigh held me in place.
"Fuck." His voice broke, raw and reverent. "Still so tight."
He didn’t move.
He just stayed there, his finger buried deep inside me, watching me struggle to breathe.
" Your are clenching so tight around me." He mummured.
I couldn’t speak. Could only nod frantically.
His thumb pressed against my clit again, and I sobbed.
"Lucas—please—"
"Please what?"
"Please move—please—"
"Not yet."
His finger remained still, torturously still, buried inside me.
"I want to hear you say it first."
"Say what?"
"Exactly what you want. What you need."
I stared at him, chest heaving.
"I want—I want you to move—"
"That’s not specific enough."
"Lucas—"
"Use your words, Maya." His voice was calm, controlled. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
I closed my eyes, too humiliated to look at him.
"I want—" I swallowed hard. "I want you inside me—"
I sobbed. "I want you Inside me, Lucas. Please, I want to know what it feels like."
"That’s better."
His finger curled inside me, and I cried out.
"But I don’t think you’re desperate enough yet."
And then he pulled his finger out completely.
"No—!" The whimper that escaped me was pathetic, desperate. "Please—please don’t stop—"
He leaned back, his eyes dark and satisfied.
His fingers slammed back inside me before I could speak. Two of them this time. Fast. Hard. Rough.
I screamed.
My entire body arched off the desk, but he didn’t stop. He moved his fingers in and out of me at a brutal pace, curling them on every thrust, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed.
"OH—LUCAS—YES!"
My bound hands yanked uselessly against the tie as his fingers drove me higher. I was so close. So fucking close. My legs shook, my thighs clenched around his wrist.
"Please—please—I’m so close—"
"Then come."
"LUCAS—!"
I shattered around him, my body convulsing, my screams filling the room. I clenched around his fingers so hard I felt him groan. He didn’t stop—kept thrusting through my orgasm, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I was a limp, trembling mess beneath him.
When I finally came back to myself, I was gasping for air, my entire body shaking.
He pulled his fingers out slowly and brought them to his lips.
"You taste like heaven," he murmured.
His eyes met mine.
"That was just the beginning, Maya. You shouldn’t get too relaxed yet."
My heart stuttered.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
"The next Chapter starts now."