Chapter 162: Moving On 2

Lucian’s POV

This felt more like a hot stripper’s night than a wedding night.

I hadn’t known she was this good. I genuinely hadn’t.

Where did she learn all this? The question crossed my mind and stayed there.

"Are you really ready?" I asked her again.

She didn’t even wait for the words to finish leaving my mouth. Her hands were already on me, working at my clothes with a confidence that caught me completely off guard.

"Aren’t we husband and wife?" she whispered against my ear.

Her voice alone had already fucked me. Fuck.

Her skin was warm ... but her ass? Even warmer. And in the low light of that room, all I wanted was to dig into that pussy. She kept igniting something in me as she stepped out of her own dress, and when she stood there in front of me ... those breasts, standing perfectly ... I couldn’t look away. I had nowhere to go. The door was locked. She was right there.

"You have all of me tonight," she said, running her tongue slowly across her lips. "I want to give you the best experience."

I was ready.

She began kissing her way around my body, taking her time like she owned every inch of it. I was a king. I was supposed to be the one doing the kissing, the one doing the fucking ... but for the first few minutes she was the one in control, and something told me I wasn’t going to get over it easily.

Her tongue found mine.

"Come on then," I said, sitting back on the bed. If she wanted control, I’d let her have it. For now.

She used her hands to work me harder ... rubbing, massaging, slow and deliberate ... until every hormone in my body had peaked and I was done waiting.

She climbed on top and sat against me, not penetrating yet, just grinding her clit against the tip of my dick. I felt every high that move could give a man, and I wanted more. I used my hand to guide her down.

She lowered herself onto me slowly.

She winced the whole time, easing into it with careful, measured movements. I kept my eyes locked on hers so she’d feel bold enough to keep going without hesitating. Steady. Slow. I could hear her breathing right against my face, her moans quiet and close.

I slid my hand to the back of that big ass and pressed her down further onto my dick.

We breathed into each other as she rode it.

"Ahh ... uhh ... ahh..." she cried out.

Her perfect breasts were bouncing right in my face and I couldn’t help myself. I desired every bit of it.

"Come on, you can suck it," she said, pushing herself into my face.

I sucked with every fucking taste bud in my mouth, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her closer.

Then I saw the blood.

She was a virgin.

I kept going because she kept riding ... no wonder she’d been so tight. I was fucking someone who had never done this before. I was aware of it now and I felt it in every movement, but she didn’t stop and neither did I.

I sensed she might be tiring, so I spun her around. I wanted her ass to feel some pipe.

I positioned her carefully, wetted my fingers with my tongue and traced them along her ass to loosen and moisten her. That ass was something else entirely. I pressed my nose into it first ... took in the smell of her ... then sucked the sweetness right out of it.

When she was wet enough, I put my dick in.

Her body lurched forward. I fucked her slower than I had anyone else ... she needed that ... but she took it. Every thrust.

I rode that ass longer than I could count. And then I discovered something I hadn’t expected ... she was incredibly flexible. I bent her into position, spat into her mouth while I was fucking her ass simultaneously, and kissed her tongue with all of it still in there.

Look who was in control now.

Our sweaty bodies slid and clenched against each other, heat building between us until neither of us could tell where one ended and the other began.

"Don’t tell me you’re tired, Alpha," Celeste breathed. "We can go one more round."

I almost laughed.

The first time was always a banger for them. They always wished it would never end.

The last virgin I had fucked was Selene. I had hoped that being with Celeste would help me get over her.

And something about Celeste did make me feel dangerous. Wild, even. Like I could take over the world with my bare hands. She got me bold and energised every time she called me Alpha and told me not to stop.

"I shouldn’t stop, right?" I asked her, lips against her mouth.

With every answer she gave me, I drove into her harder.

"Yes ... yes, Alpha..." she moaned as I went faster.

"I’m going to fuck you till you can’t speak," I said into her ear.

I pounded her ass until we were both running on nothing. She gave out first, her head dropping onto the bed while I kept going. When I finally flipped her over, I kissed the oil off her skin ... she was slick with it, glistening. She was still twitching beneath me. I calmed her down slowly, kissing across her body, pressing her breasts with both hands while I slid back inside her and left myself there, unhurried.

God, I loved her ass.

"You fuck too well for someone who’s never done this before," I said.

The blood on the sheets was evidence enough.

She smiled up at me, looking completely spent.

"How could I not know how to fuck when I have the internet?" she said.

She’d watched a lot of porn then. Made sense. She was damn good.

"Thank you for tonight," she said softly.

I laughed. "That was nothing."

Neither of us had the strength to get up and freshen up. We just pulled the duvet over ourselves and went out cold.

Seeing her every day after that gave me bad ideas ... constantly. That ass was always bouncing, always moving. And now that I knew what was underneath the bra, those breasts occupied a corner of my mind I couldn’t shut off. I preferred her naked, plain and simple. The bra did a fine job of packing everything together and catching my attention, but nothing beat what I’d seen in that room.

She was going to be a problem for my concentration at work.

The elders had done a damn good fucking job. I had to hand it to them.

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I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed in the way only good sex could manage. My body was loose. Rested.

Then came the knock at the door.

Beta Valerie. Morning. Right.

"One second," I called out.

I moved quickly ... pulling the duvet up over Celeste, who was still dead to the world ... then grabbed my boxers off the floor and stepped into them before opening the door.

Valerie took one look at me and smiled. It was that sly, knowing smile she thought she was hiding. I clocked it immediately and said nothing, keeping my face neutral.

"Good morning, Alpha," she said. "I’m here to inform you that the mating festival is in one week. It’s being held in Icefang this time. The Alphas are convening there, and the elders have confirmed the arrangements. You’ll need to sign your consent so that everyone in Winterwood can attend."

"Give me ten minutes," I said, and closed the door.

I stood there for a moment in the quiet of the room.

I knew what this meant. The mating festival had never just been a celebration ... it was a shift, a rearrangement of things. And no matter what I did, I couldn’t dodge what was unavoidable.