Dark Alpha (ALPHA 2) (9 page)

And aroused.

She may have been eating and drinking coffee for the past twenty minutes or so, satisfying
that
appetite, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been completely aware of Lucien’s every movement too. As he first cleaned away and loaded the dishwasher, before sitting down opposite her, nursing a mug of coffee of his own in his long and sensitive hands, as he watched her in brooding silence between narrowed lids.

The sort of brooding intensity that made Nicky’s nipples ache and her clit throb.

She met that brooding gaze head on now as she ran the moistness of her tongue over her bottom lip before speaking. “Is it time for the second course now?”

Lucien arched one dark eyebrow. “What second course...?”

“The fucking.”

Just hearing that word coming out of Nicky’s delectable mouth was enough to cause Lucien’s cock to throb and swell heatedly inside his boxers.

“Don’t use that word again,” he growled.

“You said it first...”

“And you shouldn’t,” he reproved firmly.

“Okay.”

His eyes narrowed. “You agreed to that too quickly...”

“Why do you think that is?”

“Because you want me.” It was a statement rather than a question.

Nicky did want him. She wanted Lucien so badly right now she couldn’t seem to think of anything else.

Lucien gave a shake of his head. “You’re going to have to say it first, Nicky. Say it, and then prove it.”

She drew her breath in sharply. “I don’t—”
 

“Remember what I said, Nicky. If you aren’t prepared to admit it, to say the words out loud, then this stops until you are.” He eyed her challengingly.

She swallowed, obviously fighting a battle within herself. A battle she finally lost. “I want you,” she acknowledged huskily.

“Louder,” he instructed.

Nicky glared at him as she spoke the words louder. “I want you.”

“Say my name afterwards.”

She eyed him rebelliously for several long seconds before exhaling loudly. “I want you, Lucien. There. Are you satisfied now?”

“Not even close!” He stood up abruptly. “Just sit there while I clear the table.”

Her eyes widened. “Now who isn’t being flattering?”

Lucien gave a derisive shake of his head as he placed the used plates and mugs in the sink before returning to the table. “I was only clearing the table so that
I
can eat.”

“Why didn’t you eat when I—oh!” Nicky gasped as Lucien gave her a pointed look as he now pulled her to her feet before impatiently tugging the baggy sweater up and over her head, taking a long and lingering moment to enjoy looking at her white lace-covered breasts, his expression intense as his fingers lowered purposefully to the fastening of her jeans.

She was held captive in the intensity of that glittering green gaze as he slowly unfastened the button before lowering the zip, tugging the jeans down her hips and thighs, Nicky helping him by stepping out of her shoes and jeans.

She saw Lucien’s eyes darken as he looked down at her wearing only her white lace bra and panties. “I should have guessed you would be wearing white.”

“Why?” She eyed him curiously.

He looked up at her briefly. “Because it’s who you are. Pure and virginal, Nicky.”

Her cheeks blazed with color. “I’m not—”
 

“I don’t mean physically, Nicky,” he drawled hardly. “You’re aged in your twenties, so of course you aren’t a virgin. And I wouldn’t want you to be,” he assured dryly.

“Then I don’t understand...”

“Innocence isn’t just physical, Nicky, it’s a state of mind, and you’re still untouched in so many ways.” Lucien placed his hands beneath her elbows and lifted her up onto the table before stepping in between her parted thighs. “Life hasn’t had the chance as yet to scar you enough for you to have become jaded or cynical,” he continued talking as he nuzzled his lips against the soft fullness of her breasts.

“Both my parents are dead!” Nicky reminded. Her mother had died when she was eleven, and she may not have actually seen her father gunned down, but she had certainly suffered the sudden loss, and the consequences of his death; she and her brother had been on the run from those consequences for almost six years.

“And I’m sorry for your loss,” Lucien murmured softly. “But death is an inevitable part of living.”

“And is the fact that Lionel Jenkins’ is a lecher also an ‘inevitable part of living’?”

“He’s gone from your life too,” Lucien rasped harshly as he continued to kiss and nuzzle against her breasts. “Forget him.”

Easy for him to say, when he wasn’t the one who was still out of a job, and soon to be evicted from her home too—

“Who did give this to you, Nicky?”

She looked down and saw that Lucien held her heart-shaped locket in the palm of his hand. “My father, shortly before he died. There are photographs inside, of my mother and father together, and my brother Neil.”

“Ah.” Lucien placed the locket carefully back between her breasts, relieved to learn it hadn’t been a present from a previous lover. If it had been then it would have had to go, and he would have replaced it with those diamonds he’d imagined her wearing. He had no intentions of looking at something another man had given Nicky every time he was inside her.

“It was his last Christmas present to me just before he died,” Nicky added huskily.

Lucien was aware he had caused her sudden sadness, and he was just as determined to be the one to wipe those shadows from her eyes. He unfastened her bra before removing it completely. “Lean back on your hands and let me look at you,” he encouraged gruffly as his gaze feasted on the breasts that were still surprisingly full, despite her weight loss, and tipped with plump pink nipples. Succulent nipples that he was shortly going to enjoy devouring. “And don’t move.”

“Bossy much?” Nicky’s cheeks were blazing with color even as she did as he asked.

His eyes glittered as he placed his hands on the table on either side of her before leaning over her. “You already knew that when you came back here today.”

Yes, Nicky had known that. And still she had come back for more. She must be a glutton for—

“
Lucien
...!” she gasped her pleasure as his mouth latched onto one of her nipples before sucking deep and hard.

Heat swept through the whole of Nicky’s body, her already damp panties becoming even wetter, releasing the heady smell of her arousal.

She arched her back, pressing upwards, wanting more, so much more—

“I said don’t move.” Lucien pulled back, looking down at her between hooded lids until she relaxed her spine and resumed leaning back on her hands. “Better.” He nodded his approval as he reached up to grasp a handful of her riotous red curls in his fingers, just short of pain as he tugged back until her throat was arched. “I’ll give you pleasure, Nicky, all you can take,” he promised harshly. “But don’t attempt to take from me unless I ask you to, do you understand?”

“What if I want to touch you too—”

“Your turn will come,” he nodded, his eyes glittering intensely. “But right now I’m going to pleasure you, okay?”

It was more than okay with Nicky.

She wanted this man. Wanted Lucien—

Oh my God.

Lucien had obviously grown tired of waiting for her to answer him, as he now suckled one of her engorged nipples into the heat of his mouth, at the same time as his fingers moved aside her panties and touched the swollen folds between her thighs, stroking once, twice, before thrusting two fingers hard and fast into the slickness of her channel.

Nicky was already so aroused, just from looking at him and being watched by him, that she came almost immediately. Two, three thrusts of those knowing fingers inside her, that hungry sucking on her nipples, and she began to shudder and shake, groaning as she was catapulted into an orgasm so hard and so fast it completely took her breath away.

Lucien gave her no chance to recover from that orgasm as he ripped and then pulled the silken panties off her completely before lifting her legs up onto his shoulders and burying his face between her thighs, parting her red-gold curls with his fingers before lapping up and swallowing the flow of her juices. His tongue began to lathe her swollen folds, licking and probing, then centering on her hard and ultra-sensitive clit, sending her into another, even more intense climax within seconds.

“You’re moving again.” His lips glistened with her juices as he raised his head to glare when her arms threatened to collapse and no longer support her.

“I can’t help it,” Nicky gave a groan of protest as she attempted to do as he asked.

“Try.” His eyes glittered as his hands moved up the length of her waist before cupping both her breasts, squeezing and massaging her swollen nipples between fingers and thumb.

Nicky wanted to reach down and grasp Lucien’s already tousled hair as his mouth returned between her thighs. Instead she settled for just watching him. Watching his hands on her breasts, her legs draped over his shoulders as the long, wet length of his tongue stroked slowly over her folds and sensitive clit. Again and again, until Nicky was poised on the brink of yet another orgasm.

She screamed out her pleasure as she watched his tongue snake up inside her, seeking and then stroking against that same sensitive bunch of muscles he had touched with his fingers in the restaurant so many months ago.

And still he didn’t stop, stroking with his tongue, again and again, pinching her nipples, until Nicky cried out as she tumbled over the edge of pleasure again.

She lost count after that of how many times Lucien took her to that edge, holding her there briefly, before allowing her release. Over and over again. Until her voice was hoarse, and her ears rang with the sound of her own screams.

“No more,” she finally pleaded weakly, the tears wet on her cheeks. “Lucien, please, no more!”

“We stop when I say we stop—and I haven’t had nearly enough of the taste of you!” His face was flushed, his lips swollen, eyes hot as he looked down at her to part the red-gold curls and press his thumb against her clit.

“I can’t. Lucien, I really can’t—”
 

“You shouldn’t have made me wait so long, Nicky,” Lucien ground out determinedly. “Maybe then I wouldn’t be so—” He stilled suddenly, having looked up and seen the tears wetting her cheeks. “Did I hurt you?” he prompted sharply.

“No. No, of course you didn’t hurt me.” She smiled weakly. “I just—I’m not used to this degree of—the pleasure was just so intense—you gave me pleasure in places I didn’t even know I could feel pleasure!” she acknowledged weakly.

Lucien straightened abruptly as his haze of need and lust parted long enough for him to be able to see Nicky’s flushed and tear-wet face, her eyes dazed with satiation rather than those previous dark shadows.

Her nipples were also red and swollen from where he had twisted and pinched them. There were marks on the softness of her hips where he had held her down. The red-gold curls between her thighs—as evidence that her hair wasn’t naturally fiery red?—were damp with her juices and his saliva. Her clit was swollen and exposed, and the entrance to her channel was red and glistening.

He had lost control.

He had waited too long for this woman’s capitulation, and he had
lost control
, damn it.

Something Lucien had sworn would never happen.

Not for any reason.

He stepped back abruptly. “Get dressed,” he rasped tersely as he turned away, his gaze falling on the ripped panties lying on the floor before he quickly snatched them up and threw them in the bin.

Shit, shit,
shit,
he really had lost control. Fifteen years of being in complete control, and he had lost it the moment he got a taste of Nicky.

Totally.

To the point that nothing and no one else had mattered except her and the complete satisfaction he had found in giving her pleasure, over and over again.

It was a breech in his defenses Lucien knew he couldn’t allow. Not when losing control could put Nicky’s, as well as his, life in jeopardy.

This had to stop now.

Right now.

“Lucien, don’t you want to—”

“Don’t I want to what?” He turned on her viciously, jaw clenching as he saw Nicky was now sitting up on the table but still completely naked. The heaviness of her breasts pouted temptingly forward above her slender waist, those red-gold curls damp between her thighs. “I thought you said you’d had enough?” he sneered.

She looked hurt at his obvious anger. “But you haven’t—you didn’t—”
 

“Just say what you mean, Nicky,” he taunted hardly.

She chewed on her bottom lip before speaking quietly, her gaze not quite meeting his. “You didn’t come.”

“No, I didn’t,” Lucien confirmed derisively. “And I’m not going to either.”

She blinked. “I don’t understand...”

Lucien forced a mocking smile—when the truth was, his control was held by such a thin thread at the moment he daren’t let Nicky so much as touch him right now. “I’ve already gotten what I wanted, Nicky—your complete surrender.” He gave a derisive shake of his head. “Another lesson, if you like, that it really isn’t wise to play with men who are out of your league. Men like Jenkins and me.”