Chapter 54: Breaking Her Warning

Olivia’s POV

Lucian shifted his weight, his large body hovering over mine as his hands moved down to part my legs wider. Overwhelmed by the raw intensity of his gaze, I instinctively closed my eyes, letting out a soft, nervous breath.

"Open them," Lucian commanded quietly.

His voice was rough, low, and heavy with the alcohol in his system, but there was an unmistakable authority behind it. I forced my eyelids open, staring directly into his dark, shadowed eyes.

The last time I had ever been in a position like this, I hadn’t truly felt like myself. I had been detached, lost in a fog. But tonight was completely different. Tonight, I was fully awake, painfully aware of every second, and trembling with nerves.

"Calm down," he murmured, the words slightly slurred from the whiskey.

It was strange seeing him like this. The cold, harsh Alpha I had encountered on the staircase earlier that day seemed to have vanished under the weight of the whiskey. In his place was a man who seemed surprisingly careful with me, his eyes searching my face for any sign of hesitation even as his cock rested heavy and hard against my entrance.

He moved slowly, keeping himself aligned while refusing to break eye contact for even a second. As he began to push forward, a low, restrained grunt pulled from deep within his chest. His jaw tightened, the muscles along his shoulders locking up. The thick head of him stretched me open, inch by inch, the burn sharp.

It had been four long years since anyone had touched me. My body was tight and tense, resisting the sudden invasion. A soft gasp of discomfort slipped past my lips, and I instinctively braced myself against the mattress.

Lucian stopped immediately. He didn’t force his way forward. Instead, he rested his forehead against mine, his hot, alcohol-laced breath fanning over my skin as he waited for my body to adjust. He stayed completely still until the tension in my hips began to give way, yielding to the steady heat of him.

When he finally sank all the way in, a shared gasp broke from both of us at the exact same time. The sensation was overwhelming. He filled every inch of me, thick and deep, until there was no room left to breathe. I could feel the pulse of him inside me, the way my walls clenched around the full length of his cock.

He leaned down, burying his face into the crook of my neck, his lips pressing tight against my skin. "Fuck... you feel so good," he muttered, his voice gravelly and thick with drink against my ear. "So fucking tight."

He began to move, pulling back slightly before gliding back in with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my head spin. Each stroke dragged against my sensitive walls, wet and deep. All my carefully built defenses, along with every warning Lady Rebecca had given me earlier that day, began to crumble into dust.

My eyes fluttered shut again as a helpless moan escaped my throat. My hands reached up, my fingers digging tightly into his broad, bare shoulders, holding on for dear life as he began to fuck me harder. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the room. He was losing the careful edge already, the whiskey loosening the iron control he usually wore like armor.

Lucian grunted, his breath coming in short, ragged hitches. He picked up the pace, his composure slipping further away with every passing second. He leaned down, pressing his mouth against my chest, tongue dragging over my nipple before he sucked it hard into his mouth. His thrusts grew more demanding, even faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder. I tangled my fingers in his messy dark hair, pulling him closer as a louder moan spilled into the quiet bedroom. At that point, I didn’t care who in the hallway or the rest of the pack house might hear us.

Before I could completely lose my mind to the heat, Lucian suddenly shifted his weight.

He rolled us over onto our sides, pulling my back flush against his chest so we were lying in a tight spooning position. He hooked one of his broad legs over mine, spreading my thighs apart once again. He stayed buried deep inside me as he settled us, my back pressed tight to his chest. One strong arm slid under my neck while the other hooked under my knee, pulling my leg higher and opening me wider for him. The new angle made every inch of him feel thicker, deeper. I could feel the hard length of him stretching me, the heat of his skin against mine, the slow flex of his hips as he tested the position.

"Lucian..." My voice came out shaky.

He didn’t answer with words. He just pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in with a heavy, deliberate thrust that punched a sharp moan from my throat. Then another. And another. The wet sound of him sliding in and out of me filled the quiet room, raw and shameless.

"Fuck," he growled against the back of my neck, breath hot and heavy with whiskey. "You take me so well."

His pace stayed controlled at first, deep and steady, each thrust rolling through me until my thighs trembled. But the careful edge didn’t last. The alcohol, the heat, the way my body kept clenching around him—it all cracked something open. His next thrust came harder. Then harder still. The arm around me tightened, locking me against him as he started fucking me in earnest, hips snapping forward with growing force.

I gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets. Every time he bottomed out, it sent a sharp, delicious jolt through me. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. His cock dragged over that sensitive spot inside me again and again until I was moaning freely, the sounds spilling out of me without restraint.

"Lucian," I heard myself say, voice broken.

A rough, almost feral sound left his chest. He hooked my leg higher, nearly folding me open, and drove into me with deep, powerful strokes that made the bed creak. Each thrust was relentless now, raw and hungry. I could feel every thick inch of him, the way he filled me completely, the way his body covered mine like he was trying to bury himself under my skin.

"Shit... love..." the name slipped out of him on a groan, low and rough, like he couldn’t stop it. His hand slid down between my legs, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles while he kept fucking me hard from behind.

The dual sensation ripped a louder cry from my throat. My body arched against him, pushing back to meet every thrust. The pleasure built fast and sharp, coiling tight in my belly. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked me harder, breath ragged against my neck, hips slamming forward until I was shaking and gasping his name.

"That’s it," he muttered, voice wrecked. "Baby girl... cum for me."

I came hard, walls clamping down around him as a broken, high moan tore out of me. He kept thrusting through it, riding the pulses of my orgasm, fingers still working my clit until the pleasure bordered on too much. Only then did his rhythm stutter. A deep, guttural groan vibrated against my back as he buried himself to the hilt and came, cock pulsing inside me, filling me in hot, heavy spurts while his arm locked me tight against his chest.

We stayed like that for long seconds, both breathing hard, bodies still joined. His hand finally stilled between my legs, resting possessively over my sex. His mouth pressed to the damp skin of my shoulder.

"You’re driving me insane, Annabela..." he murmured, the words thick and drowsy against my skin.

Then his breathing deepened, the tension leaving his body as the whiskey and the release finally pulled him under. He fell asleep still buried inside me, arm heavy around my waist, his face pressed to the back of my neck.