His Stray

Chapter 25

Present Day

Celia woke just as the sun began to slip through the windows, casting a soft glow around the room. Strong arms held her close, her back pressed against Lucas’s solid chest.

She smiled. It had been a long time since she had woken up in his arms. Even before he left, he rarely stayed the night for fear of getting caught. Now, though, his arms tightened when she shifted, and she felt his hips move, his morning wood pressing against her backside.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough from sleep.

“Morning,” she replied, shifting her hips again to tease him.

“Vixen,” he gasped, pressing into her.

She giggled and turned in his arms so she could see his face. His brown hair was a messy tumble across his forehead, and his honey eyes were still hazy with sleep. She cupped his jaw, loving the feel of his stubble under her palm.

Lucas leaned in and kissed her softly. She pushed against him, hooking a leg over his hip to rub herself against the hard length of him. Lucas’s grip tightened immediately, his hand gripping her hip as he groaned.

He swept his tongue along her lips, asking for entrance, and she let him in. The kiss deepened as he rocked against her, drawing a ragged sound from her throat. She slid a hand between them, dipping under the band of his boxers to stroke him.

“f**k, Celia,” he gasped against her lips.

He felt just like she remembered. Thick, hard, silky smooth under her palm. Precum was already leaking from the tip. She swirled her thumb over it, smearing it around, and earned another hungry groan from him.

She shifted, rolling him onto his back so she could straddle his hips. Her core pressed against his erection, only her pajama shorts and his boxers between them. It already felt like too much as she rocked her hips, pushing up his shirt so she could run her hands over his stomach.

Lucas had started building muscle at sixteen, but now it was something to marvel at. Hard ridges of his abs flowed into a deep v that disappeared under his boxers. The head of his c**k peeked out from the waistband, red and dripping.

She kept rocking, chasing the friction on her clit, while Lucas gasped and tipped his head back into the pillow.

“Celia, slow down,” he muttered. “You’re going to make me come too soon.”

She laughed softly and leaned down to lick along his chest. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her mouth back to his in a searing kiss. She splayed her hands over his chest, grinding harder as their tongues tangled.

She felt like she could come just like this. It reminded her of the first time. Dry humping his thigh at sixteen until she fell apart. The memory only spurred her on. She rocked faster, letting out a strangled whimper.

“f**k, Celia, stop!” The words tore out of him in a strangled groan. It took her a moment to understand why. Then she felt him throb through the layers of fabric and looked down just in time to see c*m spill onto his stomach.

“Did you just…” She trailed off, though she had her answer. She was watching it happen.

Lucas slapped both hands over his face with a tormented groan. “Holy f**k, Celia.”

She couldn’t help it. She burst into laughter, dropping her head onto his shoulder, giggling so hard her shoulders shook.

“Wow,” he muttered. “You sure know how to humble a guy. Make him come early and then laugh at him. Thanks for that.”

“Sorry,” she gasped against his shoulder. “It’s just…” She sat up to look at him, still breathless. “I was thinking about the first time you made me come and…”

He gave her an embarrassed smile. “I came in my pants and had to walk back into the pack house with a giant wet spot. I remember.”

She grinned. “At least this time, it’s easier to clean up.”

Lucas shook his head and covered his face again. “Sorry. It’s just been a while.”

She stopped laughing then, her head tilting. “How long?”

He dropped his hands. “Three years. I haven’t been with anyone since I left.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

Lucas nodded. “I didn’t want anyone else. I tried once, at the academy, thought maybe I could get you out of my head. But I couldn’t do it. You were my first, and you’ll be my only.”

Her heart warmed. She leaned down and kissed him softly.

“What about you?” he asked against her lips.

“There’s only been you,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to see his face.

His brow furrowed. “I thought, after the way I left, you might have…”

She shrugged and glanced away. “I considered it once. But like you, I couldn’t go through with it.”

Lucas threaded his fingers into her hair. “Good.” He kissed her again, slower. “We were made for each other. Even the Moon Goddess knows it.”

She exhaled shakily. “We should get ready.”

“In a minute.” His lips curved into a mischievous grin. “I owe you an orgasm, and we’re not leaving this bed until my debt is paid.” He tugged at the waistband of her shorts. “Take these off and come sit on my face.”

Her face went bright red. “Lucas!”

“Celia!” he mocked, matching her tone, then dropped his voice into something low and serious. “I mean it.”

Celia hesitated, biting her lip. The way he was looking at her, hungry and dark, made her stomach flip.

“Lucas,” she whispered, but her voice broke.

“Celia,” he murmured back, his thumb stroking small circles on her thigh. “Let me take care of you. Please.”

His voice sent shivers racing across her skin. With a shaky breath, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slowly pushed them down. Lucas’s eyes darkened, following every inch of bare skin as she peeled them off, then slipped out of her underwear.

She started to move back toward him, but Lucas shook his head. “Climb up here,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to taste you.”

Heat flooded her cheeks, but her body obeyed even as her mind spun. She crawled up until she was straddling his chest. Lucas’s hands immediately slid up her thighs, guiding her forward until she hovered just over his mouth.

“Goddess, look at you,” he breathed, his eyes drinking her in. Then he pulled her down that last inch.

The first swipe of his tongue made her hips jerk. A strangled sound fell from her lips as he flattened his tongue against her, dragging it slowly through her folds before circling her clit. His hands gripped her thighs to hold her still when she tried to squirm away.

“Oh Goddess, Lucas,” she gasped, her head falling back.

He only growled low in response, sucking her clit into his mouth and then licking deeper, tasting every part of her. Celia’s hands flew to his hair, tangling desperately as he devoured her. Each flick and swirl of his tongue wound her tighter, until her whole body was shaking.

“Lucas, I’m…” Her voice broke into a moan. The pressure built until it finally snapped, pleasure crashing over her in pulsing waves. Her thighs clamped around his head and Lucas just groaned, holding her there through every quiver and shudder.

When she finally sagged forward, breathless and weak, Lucas let her down gently. She collapsed against his chest, her face burying into his neck. He smelled like sweat and soap and her. His heart thundered under her cheek.

“You taste even better than I remember,” he rasped, his voice smug and a little strained.

Celia let out a breathless laugh. “You’re insatiable.”

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tighter. “Only for you.”

She settled there, her body boneless and warm, his lips brushing the top of her head. Eventually their breathing slowed, syncing together.

Lucas pressed a soft kiss to her hair. “I’m going to be late for training.”

She glanced up at him. “Yeah, I have to get to work too.”

He kissed her softly. “I’ll see you after dinner, alright?”

She nodded, smiling. “Already looking forward to it.”