CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44 I LOVE YOU TOO

Victoria

Before I could process his words, he spun us around with supernatural grace, lifting me effortlessly onto the edge of his desk. "Open your legs for me, Victoria."

Heat bloomed across my face, but I complied immediately, parting my thighs to reveal myself to him completely. The vulnerability of the position should have made me uncomfortable, but the raw hunger in his expression as he looked at my most intimate parts made me feel powerful instead.

Leo dropped to his knees before me—the mighty Alpha kneeling at my feet—and the sight nearly undid me. He looked up at my flushed face, his eyes almost glowing with intensity.

"Hold onto the desk," he instructed, his voice brooking no argument. "Don’t let go unless I tell you to."

My fingers gripped the edge of the polished wood as he pressed teasing kisses along my inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where I desperately needed him. When I couldn’t help but whimper impatiently, he chuckled against my skin, the vibration making my toes curl.

"Patience, little mate," he murmured, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. "I’ve been thinking about this all day."

Without warning, his tongue licked a long stripe through my folds, and the pleasure was so intense I nearly came off the desk. A strangled cry escaped my lips as he groaned against me, the sound reverberating through my core.

"God, you taste even better than I remember," he growled against me, before circling my clit with deliberate precision that had me seeing stars.

"Leo," I gasped, my head falling back helplessly as he slid two thick fingers into me, curling them to find a spot inside that made lightning shoot up my spine. "Oh god..."

My hips bucked uncontrollably against his mouth, but his free hand held me firmly in place. I was completely at his mercy, and the realization only heightened my pleasure.

"That’s it," he encouraged, alternating between firm strokes of his tongue and gentle suction that had me climbing rapidly toward climax. "Let go for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you come on my tongue."

My thighs began to tremble uncontrollably, inner walls clenching around his fingers as my pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. I’d never felt anything so intense—it was as though he knew my body better than I did myself, playing me like a finely tuned instrument.

When my orgasm hit, it crashed through me like a tidal wave. Leo’s name tore from my throat as my back arched, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me. Through it all, he continued his relentless attention, working me through every aftershock until I became too sensitive and tried to squirm away.

Only then did he rise to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in a gesture so primal it made my stomach clench with renewed desire. He kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue—something that would have mortified me with anyone else, but with Leo felt incredibly intimate and erotic.

"That’s just the beginning," he promised against my lips, his voice dark with intent. "I’m going to have you every way possible tonight."

Despite having just experienced an earth-shattering climax, I felt desire building in me again, Ava restless beneath my skin, hungry for more of our mate. My hands moved to his belt, more insistent this time.

"My turn," I said with surprising authority, feeling a flutter of satisfaction when his eyes flashed with approval. This was new territory for me—this boldness, this assertiveness—but it felt right with him.

Leo allowed me to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, a groan escaping him when my hand wrapped around his impressive length. The weight of him in my palm, hot and hard yet silky-smooth, made my mouth water.

"Careful," he warned, his voice tight with restraint. "I’m already dangerously close to losing control."

Feeling emboldened by his reaction, I slid off the desk, sinking to my knees before him. Looking up through my lashes, I stroked him firmly, savoring the way his breathing hitched.

"I want to taste you too," I said simply, though inside I was trembling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. I’d never done this before, but I wanted to bring him the same pleasure he’d given me.

The sight of Leo looking down at me, his eyes nearly black with desire, made me feel incredibly powerful despite my submissive position. When I wrapped my lips around him, the groan that tore from his throat was the most gratifying sound I’d ever heard. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my movements with gentle pressure that hinted at his restrained strength.

"That’s it," he groaned as I took him deeper, experimenting with swirling my tongue around the sensitive tip. "God, Victoria... you’re perfect."

Encouraged by his praise, I hummed in satisfaction, feeling him twitch in response. My hands worked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth, creating a rhythm that had his hips subtly moving in counterpoint, fighting not to thrust too deeply.

Just as I was finding my confidence, Leo suddenly pulled me away, lifting me back to my feet with effortless strength. "Not like that," he growled, spinning me around to face the desk. "I need to be inside you."

The raw desperation in his voice sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. He bent me forward over the polished wood, the cool surface a stark contrast to my overheated skin. I felt the broad head of his cock sliding through my wetness, teasing my entrance.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Tell me, Victoria. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

The crude language on his lips sent a shock of excitement through me. "Yes," I moaned, shameless in my need as I pushed back against him. "Please, Leo. I need you inside me."

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, filling me so completely I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. We both cried out at the exquisite sensation of our bodies joining. He held still for a moment, giving me time to adjust to his size, before withdrawing slowly and driving forward again with devastating precision.

"Mine," he growled against my ear, one hand gripping my hip while the other slid around to cup my breast, thumb teasing the sensitive nipple. "Say it, Victoria. Tell me who you belong to."

In that moment, I didn’t care about independence or pride. There was only this primal connection between us, this claiming that went soul-deep. "Yours," I gasped as he increased his pace, each powerful thrust pushing me higher onto the desk. "I’m yours, Leo. Only yours."

My admission seemed to break something loose in him. His rhythm became more intense, each thrust hitting a spot inside me that had me seeing stars. I could feel his chest against my back, the buttons of his open shirt grazing my skin as he bent over me.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice husky with need as his movements grew more urgent. "I want to feel you come while I’m inside you."

I obeyed without hesitation, my fingers finding my sensitized clit as Leo pounded into me, the desk creaking beneath our combined weight. The dual stimulation quickly built my pleasure to almost unbearable heights, my inner walls beginning to flutter around his length.

"That’s it," he encouraged, his breath hot against my ear. "Come for me, mate. Let go."

His words pushed me over the edge into an orgasm even more powerful than the first. My body clamped down on him in rhythmic pulses as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. I called his name like a prayer, completely undone by the intensity of our connection.

Only when I was completely shattered did Leo finally let himself go. With a primal roar that made my wolf howl in answer, he drove into me one final time, his body jerking as he emptied himself deep inside me. The sensation of his release triggered another small aftershock of pleasure that had me gasping his name.

For long moments we remained joined, both of us panting as we slowly descended from the heights of passion. I felt him softening inside me, but he made no move to withdraw until our breathing had steadied. When he finally did, the loss of connection made me whimper softly.

Leo turned me gently in his arms, his eyes searching my face with sudden concern. "Are you okay?" he murmured against my hair, his touch now infinitely tender compared to his earlier passion.

I looked up at him with what must have been thoroughly sated eyes, unable to contain the small smile playing at my lips. "Better than okay," I assured him, pressing a gentle kiss to his strong jaw. "That was exactly what I needed."

He lifted me effortlessly—sometimes I forgot just how strong he was—carrying me to the leather couch where he settled with me cradled in his lap. His arms wrapped around me possessively, as though he couldn’t bear to break contact.

"We should clean up," he said without making any move to do so. "The pack will be expecting us for dinner."

I nestled closer against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "They can wait," I replied, suddenly unwilling to face the world beyond this private sanctuary we’d created. "Just hold me for a while longer."

As I lay there in the protective circle of his arms, our naked bodies pressed together, the dangers waiting beyond his office door seemed temporarily manageable. Aurora, Marcus Grimwood, the mystery of Enzo’s disappearance—they were still there, still threats we would have to face. But in this moment, with the bond between us freshly reinforced, they couldn’t touch us.

Leo pressed a kiss to my temple, inhaling deeply as though memorizing our mingled scents. "I love you," he whispered, the words still new and precious between us.

My fingers traced idle patterns on his chest as I smiled up at him, marveling at how quickly and completely this man had claimed not just my body but my heart. "I love you too."