Chapter 81: I’VE GOT YOU, BABE
Chapter 82
Ren
Her chest was still heaving, her skin glowing under the warm light of the office, but as the quiet settled over us, I felt a sudden shift in her energy.
The soft, dazed surrender in her eyes flared into something far more dangerous. A playful, wicked spark that sent a fresh shockwave of heat straight through my blood.
Before I could even rise from my knees, Lumi placed both of her bare hands flat against my shoulders. With a firm, surprisingly strong shove, she pushed me backward into my heavy leather chair.
I let out a low rumble of surprise as I landed heavily against the cushion.
"Lumi..."
She didn’t give me a chance to speak. Sliding off the edge of the desk, took two deliberate, swaying steps toward me, a naughty, downright sinful smile curling the corners of her lips.
Her dark eyes burned into mine, filled with a newfound confidence that made my throat lock up completely.
She stepped straight between my open knees, leaning down to capture my lips in a slow, deep, filthy kiss.
Her warm tongue slid effortlessly past my teeth, tasting me, coaxing my mouth open while her fingers worked down with expert precision, unbuckling my heavy leather belt with a sharp, metallic click.
While her tongue kept me thoroughly intoxicated, her hands moved to my shirt.
With quick, nimble tugs, she popped open button after button, exposing my broad chest to the cool air of the suite.
Her small, warm palms dragged down over my abs, following the path of my belt until she popped the front button of my trousers and dragged the zip down.
I broke the kiss, gasping for air, my hands gripping the armrests so hard the leather groaned under my palms.
Lumi didn’t hesitate. She dropped slowly to her knees right between my thighs.
Her dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, holding my gaze as she pulled my heavy, fully erect dick free from my briefs.
I watched her tongue trace the wet, swollen tip of my length in a slow, torturous stroke, and the visual had my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped beast.
Then she opened her mouth and took me in deep.
My head snapped violently back against the headrest, a low, ragged moan tearing straight from the back of my throat. My eyes slammed shut as an overwhelming wave of pure electricity roared through my nervous system.
"Fnnnh... Lumi," I choked out, my fingers digging deep into the leather armrests, my knuckles turning bone-white.
It felt like I was floating somewhere between clouds and absolute fire. Her mouth was impossibly warm, wet, and tight, wrapping around my length with a rhythmic, suctioned drag that completely shattered every ounce of my Alpha dominance.
She worked her tongue around the sensitive ridge, taking me further down her throat with each long, deliberate stroke, her small hands resting gently against my inner thighs to steady herself.
She was too good. Too thorough. I couldn’t form a single coherent thought. The high-rise empire, my pack duties, the city skyline outside...all of it dissolved into nothingness.
The only reality that existed was the scorching heat of her mouth and the wild, helpless pleasure pulling me apart piece by piece.
"Lumi... stop... stop," I panted, my voice strained, barely recognizable to my own ears. "If you keep doing that... I’m going to lose it right in your mouth."
Hearing my broken plea, she slowly slid her mouth off my shaft, leaving me glistening and throbbing in the air.
She stood up, her cheeks flushed, that same mischievous smile playing on her lips as if she was proud of the absolute wreck she had made of me.
Without giving me a second to gather my scattered mind, she raised one bare leg, stepping right over my lap, and sank down onto my thighs.
Her soft hips hovered directly over my tip. Holding my gaze, she slowly, agonizingly lowered herself, taking my full length deep inside her soaked, trembling core in one smooth, seamless tilt of her hips.
A sharp, breathless gasp tore from my mouth. My broad hands flew straight to her waist...not to control her, not to direct her pace, but purely because my body was shaking so violently I desperately needed something solid to hold onto.
"God, Lumi..." I rasped, my hands anchoring tight around her small hips as she sat completely flushed against me, filled to the absolute brim.
She paused for a second, letting her body adjust to the stretch, her hands coming up to rest flat against my bare, unbuttoned chest.
Her fingers dug into my skin as she let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure satisfaction.
Then, she began to move.
She started slow, rolling her hips in small, agonizingly sweet circles that rubbed her swollen peak right against the base of my shaft.
Every lift and drop of her body sent white-hot spikes of pleasure straight up my spine. I squeezed her waist, my head falling back against the chair as I let her take complete control of the space between us.
Slowly, her rhythm shifted. The slow, rolling motion gave way to a faster, harder bounce.
She picked up the pace, lifting herself higher before taking me deep back inside, her dark hair tossing wildly over her shoulders with every swift, powerful thrust.
Her mouth parted, shallow, breathless whimpers escaping her lips in time with the rhythmic, wet slap of our skin colliding in the quiet, sunlit room.
"Ren... oh, Ren," she cried out softly, her fingers clutching my chest as her pace turned wild, relentless, and completely uninhibited, driving us both straight toward a point of no return.
The sound of her crying my name snapped the last thread of my restraint.
I couldn’t just sit there and take it anymore. My Alpha instincts roared to life, demanding total, absolute surrender.
Reaching up, I grabbed her hips tight, my hands sinking into her soft skin, and took over the pace.
I thrust upward from the chair, meeting her downward bounces with hard, relentless drives that buried me to the very hilt inside her.
"Ah! Ren...yes!" She gasped out, her head throwing back, her throat long and exposed as she clung to my bare shoulders for dear life.
The rhythm became frantic, loud, and completely unhinged in the vast expanse of the office.
The leather chair creaked under the weight of our colliding bodies, the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoing off the high glass walls.
Every time I hit that deep, swollen spot inside her, her inner walls clamped down like a vise around my shaft, milking me so hard I saw literal stars behind my eyelids.
"Look at me, Lumi," I growled, my voice thick, raw, and completely unspooled.
Her glossy, dark eyes fluttered open, heavy with lust and completely glazed over with pleasure.
She looked down at me, her chest heaving, her small hands digging red half-moons into my collarbones.
"You’re mine," I rasped, lifting my hips to slam back up into her with punishing force. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
"Yours..." she sobbed out, her voice breaking into a breathless, needy squeal as I hit her deep again. "I’m yours, Ren! Oh God!""
That was all it took. The sight and sound of her claiming me triggered the explosive wave crashing through her body.
Lumi’s entire frame went rigid in my arms. Her toes curled, her thighs trembled violently against my ribs, and her head snapped forward into the crook of my neck as her release hit her with devastating force.
She let out a long, shattered scream that turned into a whimpering groan right against my ear, her tight, wet channel pulsing around me in hard, rhythmic contractions.
The feeling of her coming undone around my length pushed me straight over the edge.
With a low, gut-wrenching roar that vibrated straight through her chest, I locked my arms around her back, pulled her tight against my chest, and drove deep one last time.
My body jerked violently as I spilled myself inside her, filling her completely with hit after hit of thick, searing heat.
We stayed locked together in the heavy silence that followed, floating in the afterglow.
She collapsed completely against me, her face buried in my neck, her rapid, panting breath cooling the slick skin of my shoulder.
I kept my arms wrapped securely around her waist, my hand gently stroking the curve of her back as our heartbeats gradually slowed down to a shared, steady rhythm.
I buried my face in her fragrant hair, breathing in her scent, kissing the top of her head over and over again.
"I’ve got you, babe," I whispered softly, my voice quiet, tender, and brimming with the love I’d held inside for half my life. "I’ve got you."
She let out a soft, contented hum, snuggling deeper into my chest, completely safe, completely satisfied, and entirely mine.