her breast, and his mouth took
hers in a hard, fierce kiss. He pushing her back against the wall as
his tongue thrust into her mouth, hard and demanding. Charlotte
reached down and yanked viciously at her panties, almost mindless
with need.
She wanted him, now!
To hell with sodden panties.
She wanted to feel him, bare, raw, real.
Lucas caught her wrist to stop her from tearing
frenziedly at her own underwear. His eyes had turned completely
wolf. Unwrapping her legs from around his waist, he steadied her on
her feet before kneeling in front of her. He looked up and held her
gaze as he parted her legs. With a growl, he leaned forward and tore
her panties away with his teeth.
The feel of her panties ripping away from her flesh made
her cry out as more of her juices squirted down the inside of her
thighs. Lucas's nostrils flared and his feral eyes raked down her
body which was quivering with undisguised desire before him.
The look on his face, the wild animal hunger in his eyes
made Charlotte spread her legs wider for him. Lucas didn't wait,
couldn't wait any longer. He lurched forward, his mouth locking onto
her pussy. Lips, teeth, tongue were all over her, and Charlotte
grabbed her own breasts in a mindless frenzy as Lucas licked and
sucked her relentlessly. He laved her pussy lips with his tongue and
licked her juices from her folds. When his lips closed over her clit
and he began to suck it hard, she screamed as her pleasure began to
crest uncontrollably. Lucas's powerful arms stretched up and he
kneaded her breasts hard, thumbing her nipples furiously. His tongue
kept circling her clit, licking it, flicking it until she shattered
completely. Charlotte screamed in ecstasy, consumed by the most
intense, burning pleasure she had ever experienced.
When that drowning wave of pleasure gradually subsided,
and her senses slowly returned, Charlotte collapsed as sobs wrecked
her body.
Lucas caught her in his arms, and held her against his
chest.
The tears kept coming as if a dam had been broken.
Emotions, long buried, memories, nightmares, fears gushed out in a
torrent, as Charlotte clung to Lucas and cried. She cried for a long
time, releasing everything she had kept inside her for so long.
She hadn't cried when Charlene died.
She hadn't cried when her father died.
She hadn't cried for too long.
Lucas simply held her, enveloping her within his
powerful arms and letting his steady breathing and strong, rhythmic
heartbeat soothe and calm her. She breathed in the smell of his bare
skin, and pressed her palm against his heart, as her sobs quietened
down.
When she finally wiped away the last of her tears, she
saw that she was sitting on his lap on the dirty floor, half naked
with her t-shirt and bra pushed high over her breasts.
Mortified, she scrambled up and tugged her bra and
t-shirt back in place, and snatched up her pants and boots from the
floor.
Lucas stood up and watched her in silence as she wiggled
desperately into her pants. Where were her panties? Oh right. He
had torn into them with his teeth, ripping them right off her body.
Heat crept up her neck and face as she clumsily dragged
on her boots and flung her jacket over her shoulders.
She blinked repeatedly, staring at his beautiful naked
form just a few feet from her.
Lucas was holding himself perfectly still, watching her
quietly.
Charlotte started to shake her head with a dawning
horror.
What had she done? What the fuck had she done?
Without thinking, she snatched her dagger out from her
jacket and closed the distance between them in a heartbeat.
The point of her silver blade was pressed against
Lucas's throat.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
“ You gonna kill me?” Lucas asked. He had
the good grace not to look amused.
“ Yes!” Her hand shook and she slowly
withdrew her dagger. She exhaled painfully. “No.”
Charlotte stepped away from him, looking defeated and
angry. He heard her mumble under her breath, “What do I do
now? I failed...”
“ Charlotte,