Page 155 of The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate
He pulls out and spins me to face him, lifting me effortlessly onto the dressing table. The mirror is still right behind me, reflecting my bare back as he steps between my spread thighs.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders.
The moment I do, he thrusts back inside me in one smooth, powerful stroke. This new angle lets him go even deeper.
“Oh, Sienna,” he growls, forehead resting against mine for a second before he pulls back.
His hands grip my ass, holding me in place as he starts fucking me again. His cock is hard, steady, and relentless.
His rhythm turns punishing in the best way, deep and fast. One hand slides up to wrap around my throat—not squeezing hard, just holding me possessively as he drives into me again and again.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands crudely. “Tell me how much you love being fucked like this.”
“It feels…so good,” I gasp, barely able to form words as he drives into me with deep, powerful strokes. “Lucas…you’re so deep…I can’t—Oh, Goddess!”
He groans in approval, his hips snapping harder and harder against mine. The dressing table shakes beneath me with every thrust. His hand stays wrapped around my throat, a firm, possessive hold that makes me feel completely surrounded by him. His other arm wraps around my lower back, pulling me even closer so there’s no space left between us.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, forehead pressed to mine again, eyes locked on me instead of the mirror now. “Taking me so well. So fucking perfect.”
The angle, the force, the relentless rhythm—it all pushes me toward the edge again at alarming speed. My nails dig into his shoulders as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me.
“I’m almost there,” I moan.
“I can tell,” he growls, never slowing down. “Come for me one more time, Sienna. Let me feel it.”
He shifts slightly, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing firm, fast circles. The pleasure crests sharply, and I shatter around him with a loud, broken cry. My entire body trembles violently as the orgasm rips through me, waves of intense pleasure leaving me gasping and clenching around his cock.
Lucas curses under his breath, his rhythm faltering as my release triggers his own. With a rumbling, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt and comes hard, pulsing inside me as he holds me tightly against him.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing. Lucas stays buried deep inside me, his arms wrapped securely around my body as we both come down. He presses soft kisses along my shoulder and up my neck, his touch turning gentle.
Slowly, he pulls out of me and lifts me off the dressing table. My legs are shaky when I try to stand, so he scoops me up into his arms and carries me over to the bed. He lays me down carefully, then strips off his remaining clothes before climbing in beside me.
He pulls me close, tucking my head under his chin and wrapping his strong arms around me. His fingers trace unhurried, soothing patterns along my spine as our heartbeats gradually slow.
Lucas presses a tender kiss to my forehead, then another to my temple.
“I love you,” he whispers, voice soft and warm now, all traces of dominance replaced with quiet affection. “So much, Sienna. Five years, and you still take my breath away.”
I smile against his chest, curling closer into his warmth. “I love you, too. Thank you for giving me this. For giving us this life.”
He tightens his embrace, one hand gently stroking my hair. “You’re my everything. Whatever comes next—more children, more chaos, more quiet nights alone—I want it all, with you.”
We lie tangled together under the soft lamplight, the fire crackling gently in the hearth. Outside, the estate is quiet, and in this room, wrapped safely in my mate’s arms, I feel completely at peace.
Lucas kisses the top of my head once more, murmuring against my hair, “Get some rest, my love. I’ve got you.”
I burrow into him. My fingers find the small, white scar over his ribs, the one from a knife that almost killed him in a compound five years ago. I trace it the way I always do, a private ritual, a reminder of how close we came to losing all of this.
“Lucas.”
“Hm.”
“Do you remember, the morning after we first bumped into each other, when I walked into Darius’s office and saw you sitting there?”
His chest moves under my cheek with a soft laugh. “I remember it daily.”
“I thought you were the most insufferable man I had ever met.”
