Chapter 5: A Late-Night Visit
1239 Words
-Cecilia-
I didn’t talk to anyone for the rest of the night. Lara tried calling me and left a few messages, but I didn’t answer. When I returned home, I headed straight for the shower because I could still smell Lucian, and damn if it didn’t turn my knees to jelly and make my heart race.
I needed his scent removed and out of my nose so I could concentrate again. The shower was heavenly, but the pulsing sensation in my p*ssy didn’t dissipate as images of Lucian flooded my mind.
He was a towering alpha, nothing like those social alphas who let the luxuries of life weaken them and turn them snobbish. No, Lucian might have a reputation for sleeping around, but he bore no resemblance to Nolan.
Nolan was more of a socialite, being the second son of an alpha. Naturally, he wasn’t set to inherit anything, and he certainly wasn’t thrilled about being mated to a lone wolf like me. I was beneath him, and he made sure to remind me of it.
But Lucian would likely do the same. He wouldn’t be able to resist. I might be a beta now, but... I wasn’t strong enough to be his mate, and I didn’t want to gamble with my heart.
I sighed, turning the water colder, but nothing seemed to ease the turmoil within me.
We could go back... my wolf suggested.
“No, we can’t, and you know it,” I replied.
My wolf sighed, resigning herself to the truth. She might feel a glimmer of hope because we’d found our mate, but she didn’t truly believe Lucian would be different.
She took it the hardest when we were cast aside and rejected. Nolan was our true mate, so it felt like being torn apart from the inside out when he left me.
I barely survived it, and if it weren’t for my focus on finding a way to free myself from him, I might have gone insane and eventually taken my own life.
“We just need to sleep,” I said aloud.
I turned off the water, quickly dried myself, and slipped into a t-shirt and shorts to sleep in. Collapsing onto my small bed against the wall, I closed my eyes and attempted to drift off, but Lucian’s face kept appearing before me.
His handsome face, those light green eyes, and, up close, the small scar on his cheek lent his perfectly shaped face a hint of ruggedness. I knew Lucian hailed from a powerful family because I was acquainted with his cousin.
I knew she had assumed leadership despite him being the rightful heir. But I wondered why he didn’t want to lead. Nolan would have eagerly seized the opportunity, but not Lucian.
“Forget him!” I growled to myself.
I pulled the blanket over my face, but soon felt suffocated and threw it aside. Turning onto my side, I struggled to focus on sleep when I heard a faint sliding sound. Opening my eyes, I stared at the wall before slowly turning my head to witness a shadow creeping through my window.
“What the hell?!” I leaped up, ready to reach for the gun on my nightstand, but a hand grabbed my wrist, and another covered my mouth.
“Shh, it’s just me!”
“Lucian?” I mumbled into his skin, seeing a small smile grace his lips as he lowered his hand and released me.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I whisper-yelled.
“Well, you left the house so quickly you missed dinner.”
“So, you came to... what? Bring me dinner?” I asked incredulously.
He chuckled.
“No,” he remarked. “I came to see you.”
“And now you have. You may go.”
He shook his head and then settled on the bed beside me. I placed my hands on his large arm and pushed him away, though he remained unmoved.
“Go!”
“No,” he persisted.
“This is my room! You’re not even supposed to be here!” I exclaimed.
“Lara wanted me to apologize," he informed me.
“Apologize?”
“She thinks I scared you away, which... I guess I did,” he admitted. “But not in the way she thinks.”
The way he smiled at me hinted at what he was thinking about, and I rolled my eyes.
“Nothing to apologize for. Now go," I demanded.
“Why do you want me to?” he inquired.
“I told you why,” I reiterated.
“Listen, I understand you have been through this once, but this time it’s different,” he insisted.
“Oh, how?”
“Because I am not that other mate from your past.”
“Sure, you’re not,” I retorted.
“I mean it, Lia,” he said.
“Cecilia. That’s my name. Don’t start calling me something else,” I corrected him.
A wicked smile spread across his lips, and he suddenly moved closer. I leaned backwards, attempting to create distance because if he got too close, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. My pulse quickened, and the sensation only intensified as he neared.
“I’m just experimenting,” he remarked.
“Experimenting?”
“What sounds best,” he explained, then placed a hand on the bed, slowly closing the gap. “I might just call you sweetheart instead.”
“Please don’t.”
“Or perhaps just sweetness, because I bet you’re very sweet.”
“I’m not. I’m really rude, so I will tell you to leave now,” I stated firmly.
He chuckled.
“I see. I’ve found myself a fighter,” he observed, now almost looming over me. I couldn’t retreat further, so I tightened the sheets around me. “I suppose you’re my own little wildcat.”
“Stop it!”
He chuckled, clearly enjoying making me feel cornered and flustered.
“You’ve had your fun, now leave,” I insisted.
He shook his head. “The fun hasn’t begun yet.”
“Lucian!”
“Yes, call out my name, wildcat,” he teased, then abruptly placed his hand on my neck and pulled me into a passionate and demanding kiss that left me breathless.
I couldn’t resist in that moment, leaning into the kiss and feeling his warm lips against mine. I had forgotten that kissing could be this good, but it was enough to make my heart race, and I whimpered, craving more than just the kiss...
No!
I pulled away, jumping out of bed to distance myself from him.
“You can’t!” I exclaimed, facing him again.
“Explain to me why," he insisted.
“I told you why!”
“It’s not good enough, wildcat,” he challenged.
“Stop it!” I demanded.
He smiled.
“Stop this now!”
“What?” he asked.
“Everything! All of you! Stop looking so good!” I blurted out.
He chuckled and then removed his jacket, tossing it aside, and took off his gun holster before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, each button drawing my attention.
I swallowed hard as more of his skin came into view, including the beginning of a large burn scar on his stomach. How had he gotten that? He didn’t remove his shirt but gestured towards me.
“Your turn.”
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