Chapter 60: DO YOU WANT ME TO END THE TREATY?

Olivia’s POV

His hand stayed over mine for a few more strokes, teaching me the pressure he liked, the slow drag upward and the firmer squeeze on the way down. Then he let go, leaving me to explore on my own. I shifted closer on my knees, heart hammering, and leaned down.

The first brush of my tongue over the head of his cock made him suck in a sharp breath. He tasted clean and faintly salty, the skin hot against my lips. I parted them and took just the tip into my mouth, sucking gently, uncertain. Lucas’s fingers slid into my hair, not pushing, just resting there.

"Fuck... just like that," he muttered, voice low and rough.

I took him deeper, lips stretching around the thick shaft, tongue pressing flat along the underside as I sank down as far as I could. My hand stayed wrapped around the base, stroking what my mouth couldn’t reach. The wet sound of my mouth sliding over him filled the quiet room. Every time I pulled back and sucked harder on the head, a deep, restrained groan rolled out of his chest.

I found a rhythm, bobbing my head, cheeks hollowing as I sucked him with growing confidence. Spit slicked his cock, making the glide easier. I swirled my tongue around the sensitive ridge, then took him deeper again until the head bumped the back of my throat, and I had to pull off with a soft gasp. A thin string of saliva connected my lips to him for a second before I went back down, hungrier now.

Lucas’s hips twitched. His grip in my hair tightened just enough to guide me, not force me. "That’s it... take what you can. You’re doing so fucking well."

I moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. I sucked harder, faster, one hand still stroking the thick base while the other braced against his stomach. The wet, filthy sounds of my mouth working him grew louder. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, taste the steady bead of precum that leaked from the tip each time I pulled back to focus on the head.

His breathing turned ragged. "Annabel... fuck, I’m close."

I didn’t stop. I sucked him deeper, eyes watering, determined to take every pulse. His free hand fisted the sheets. A rough, broken sound tore from his throat as his cock swelled in my mouth. Hot, thick ropes of cum spilled over my tongue, filling my mouth in heavy spurts. I kept sucking through it, swallowing what I could, the rest spilling from the corners of my lips and running down his shaft. He kept coming, hips jerking weakly as I milked every last drop with slow, greedy pulls of my mouth.

Only when he finally softened a little did I pull off, breathing hard, lips swollen and shiny. I wiped the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, still tasting him, heart racing.

Lucas stared down at me, chest heaving, green eyes dark and blown wide. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, smearing the last trace of his release.

"Christ," he rasped. "You didn’t have to swallow."

Lucas pulled me into his arms, and for a while, neither of us said anything. I simply lay there against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while his fingers moved slowly through my hair.

This was supposed to feel wrong.

I was in Lucas’s bed, miles away from Lucian’s mansion, after crossing a line I had told myself only minutes ago I wouldn’t cross. Guilt should have been eating me alive. I should have been thinking about how quickly I could get dressed and demand that he take me back.

But strangely, I wasn’t.

I felt comfortable. Too comfortable, actually. There was something about lying in Lucas’s arms that felt familiar in a way I couldn’t explain, and that frightened me almost as much as everything else happening between us.

"I can break the treaty agreement."

My thoughts stopped.

I slowly lifted my head from his chest and looked at him. "What?"

Lucas was staring at the ceiling, his expression serious now. "The agreement between Blood Moon and Full Moon. I can break it."

For a moment, I simply stared at him. Of course he could. Lucas wasn’t just Lucian’s brother. He was the Alpha King. If anyone had the authority to interfere with an agreement between two packs, it was probably him.

But having the power to do something and actually wanting to do it were two completely different things.

"Why would you do that?"

Lucas finally looked at me. "Because you don’t want this marriage."

My brows pulled together. Did I?

That should have been the easiest question in the world to answer. A few weeks ago, I would have said yes without even thinking about it. I had never wanted this marriage. I had been forced into Annabel’s place, sent into enemy territory, and made to live every day terrified that someone would discover who I really was.

But now?

I couldn’t answer.

Lucas shifted beside me and sat up, his expression serious. "I mean it, Annabel. As Alpha King, I have the authority to end the agreement between the two packs without allowing it to become another war."

I slowly pushed myself up beside him, pulling the sheet closer around me. "You would really do that?"

"Yes."

"Because of me?"

His eyes met mine. "Because you shouldn’t have to spend the rest of your life trapped in an agreement you never wanted."

I stared at him, completely confused. This was supposed to be good news. Wasn’t this exactly what I had wanted from the beginning? Freedom. No more pretending to be Lucian’s wife. No more waking up every morning wondering if today would be the day someone discovered that Princess Annabel was actually Olivia.

I could finally leave.

I could finally be myself again.

So why wasn’t I immediately saying yes?

Lucas watched me quietly before asking, "Do you want me to do it?"

My lips parted, but no answer came.