Chapter 154: Not like my father

Lucius sat in the chair behind his desk and stared at the lamp flame until it burned a scar into his vision.

Everything was still going according to plan.

They were back in the safety of his own pack and granted there had been complications. Amara had needed the life force of two Omegas urgently to replenish what she had lost and he would eventually have to explain their deaths due to the importance of their families but that was the least of his problems.

There was something else bothering him.

Amara.

He did not like what she had said about their vision no longer aligning. The last thing he needed was a rogue witch he could not control especially one like her that could end his plans before they even began.

A knock sounded on the door and Lucius lifted his head.

"Come in."

The door opened and a guard stepped inside and bowed.

"Alpha."

Behind him stood Willow. The guard stepped aside and she entered slowly, the door closing behind her.

Lucius watched her.

She looked terrified. Her shoulders were stiff, her fingers twisting nervously together. There was something almost pitiful about the way she stood there.

He knew exactly what she was thinking.

Her father had betrayed him and had left her behind so she no doubt believed he had summoned her to pass judgement on her.

Good. He needed her afraid...fear made people easier to control.

He pushed his chair back and rose. Willow’s eyes followed him as he walked toward her. He stopped a pace in front of her, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to hold his gaze, and watched her swallow.

"Lucius..." She whispered. "I am not like my father. I would never betray you. I swear it on my life. I would rather die than..."

"I know," he said softly.

He watched her blink in surprise.

"What?" she said.

His lips parted in a smile.

"I know you are not like Soren, Willow." He said gently. "That is why nothing is going to happen to you. You will remain under my protection, as you always have. Your father’s sins are his own. I do not hold you to account for them."

She stared at him and for a moment he thought she might weep but she did not.

He reached up and touched her face and she did not pull away. Lucius could almost see the relief washing over her.

"You mean that?" she whispered.

"Of course." His thumb brushed lightly over her cheek. "You have nothing to fear from me."

She leaned into his palm and he felt the fine tremor run through her, and he knew he had her.

He leaned in and kissed her.

She made a small sound against his mouth, and she kissed him back like a woman drowning. Her hands came up and fisted in his shirt at his sides as she pressed herself against him as if she could climb inside his skin.

He broke the kiss.

"I have had a long day," he murmured, and his hand slid down the column of her throat, over the pulse hammering there, and closed over the curve of her breast through the thin wool of her dress.

"Let me help you," she whispered.

She sank to her knees in front of him, her fingers fumbling with the hook of his pants. The fabric parted, and she reached inside, drawing him out. His cock was already half-hard, and she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking once before leaning forward to take him into her mouth.

She was good at this, eager and desperate to please in a way that might have moved him, if he were a man who could be moved.

Lucius watched her, his hand resting lightly on her head as she began to suck. Her tongue swirled around the head, tentative at first, then more confident as she took him deeper. The wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, and he felt himself harden fully against her tongue. She bobbed her head, her lips stretching around his thickness, saliva glistening on his shaft as she worked him. Her hand pumped the base in time with her mouth, and he could feel the tension coiling in his gut.

She moaned around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, seeking approval. He gave it with a low groan, his fingers tightening in her hair. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed around him, the head of his cock brushing the back of her throat. The sensation was exquisite...

He pulled her up abruptly, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet sound.

Willow looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes glassy with need. He turned her around and walked her back toward the desk, his hands firm on her hips. She bent over the polished wood without resistance, her palms flat against the surface, her breath coming in short gasps.

Lucius lifted her dress, bunching it around her waist. She wore nothing beneath, and the sight of her bare ass, pale and trembling, sent a fresh surge of desire through him.

He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. She was already wet, her arousal slick against his skin, and he pushed inside with one smooth thrust.

Willow cried out, her fingers scrabbling at the desk as he filled her. He did not give her time to adjust. He began to fuck her with hard, deliberate strokes, each thrust driving her forward against the wood. The desk creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with her gasps and the wet slap of skin on skin. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back to meet each thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her.

Her reactions were immediate and visceral. Her body jerked with every impact, her moans growing louder as he pounded into her.

She tried to brace herself, her fingers curling around the edge of the desk, but the force of his thrusts made it difficult. Her legs trembled, her knees threatening to buckle, but he held her up, driving deeper, harder, until the only sounds in the room were the rhythmic slap of flesh and her broken cries.

Lucius reached around to rub her clit, his fingers circling the swollen nub in time with his movements.

Willow’s reaction was instantaneous. Her back arched, her head dropping forward as she came with a strangled moan, her inner walls clenching around him. The sensation pushed him over the edge, and he pulled out at the last moment, spilling across the floor.

For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Willow turned slowly, her dress still hiked around her waist, her legs unsteady. She looked at him, her expression a mixture of confusion, satisfaction, and lingering fear.

Lucius adjusted his clothing, meeting her gaze.

"I need you to do something for me, Willow. Will you?"

She nodded without hesitation.

"Of course." she said. "Anything."