Defying the Rogue Alpha
Chapter 204: Odds

Chapter 204: Odds

The fear that one wrong move, one moment where his control slipped even a little, could hurt her or the baby. It was unlikely. Hell, the odds were practically nonexistent. But Lucas didn’t do odds. He dealt in absolutes. And the absolute truth was, if something happened to Ava or their child because of him, he would never forgive himself.

So, yeah. Celibacy was his penance. Torturous, self-imposed, and entirely unsustainable.

Which is probably why her every touch lit him up. She could have blinked in his direction, and he’d be halfway to howling. So when she slid her hand beneath the covers and wrapped around him, he didn’t stand a chance. Especially not this early in the morning, when his defenses were down and his hormones were standing at full salute.

He moaned softly, more of a sigh, really. A breath of confused bliss. It must have been all the invitation she needed because the next thing he knew, she was tugging his shorts out of the way and replacing her hand with her mouth.

His hips jerked up instinctively, a gasp catching in his throat. His eyes flew open, startled, darkened with pleasure and disbelief. "Ava?" he whispered.

She didn’t answer with words, only with action. She bobbed her head with unhurried precision, humming around him in a way that was both sensual and maddening. She looked up through her lashes, mischief sparkling in those eyes like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Of course she did.

His hand slid into her hair, not to control her, but to ground himself. He applied just enough pressure to guide her gently, to keep her pace steady; not too deep, not too fast. He wasn’t trying to test the gods today. "Ah... baby," he groaned, barely coherent, as he tried and failed to keep it together.

And then she added her fingers to the mix; those devious fingers trailing down to caress his balls like she was tuning an instrument. He swore loudly and threw his head back against the pillow, one hand fisting the sheets. "Shit, Ava...it’s morning...gods, you’re gonna kill me."

She giggled around him, and the vibrations sent his hips jolting again. "Mercy," he groaned, half-laughing, half-pleading. "Have mercy, you evil, perfect, sinful woman."

The worst part? She hadn’t said a single word this whole time. She just kept up her ministrations like she had nothing else to do today. And honestly? It was morning. He was relaxed, still sleepy, and wildly in love with the woman currently sucking his soul through his cock.

"Ava," he gasped again, fingers tightening in her hair as he fought the oncoming rush. "Baby, slow down...if you keep...fuck..."

He came undone with a loud, guttural groan, his hips stuttering against her mouth as he spilled into her. He felt like he was levitating and convulsing all at once, like she’d short-circuited every nerve in his body.

And when he finally, finally stopped seeing stars, he looked down at her, breathless and stunned, only to find her licking her lips and crawling back up beside him with satisfaction.

"Good morning to you too," she whispered against his jaw, curling into his side like she hadn’t just committed emotional homicide with her mouth.

Lucas groaned, flinging an arm over his face. "Evil," he muttered.

"Admit it...you missed this."

"...I never stopped."

And gods help him, he wanted her all over again.

Lucas hadn’t even caught his breath when the knock shattered the peace he’d just found. Sweat still clung to his skin, his heart still thumped with the echo of what had just happened under those tangled sheets.

"Alpha, it’s me. Kade," came the voice, muffled through the heavy door, but firm and insistent.

Lucas growled under his breath. He ran a frustrated hand through his disheveled hair, jaw twitching with impatience. Ava lay beside him, flushed and beautiful, her skin still glowing from their heated morning. She barely stirred, curling deeper into the blanket he’d just tossed over her.

"Kade," Lucas called, his tone strained, "can this wait for like, uh, I don’t know... twenty minutes?"

There was the slightest pause. "It cannot, Alpha. I have to come inside."

"Ten?" Lucas tried again.

"Alpha..."

Lucas stared at the ceiling. He grabbed his discarded shorts, yanked them up. "Damn it... hang on!"

He glanced back at Ava Then, in an attempt to preserve what little dignity he had left, he threw the covers a bit more securely over her and stood tall.

The bedroom door swung open, Kade’s passive-aggressive way of emphasizing the urgency of the situation. The Beta stepped inside, eyes scanning but respectfully staying above shoulder level.

"We need to get the alpha to safety," Kade announced, his voice sharp with urgency.

Ava shot up instantly. "I knew something was wrong," she hissed, eyes narrowed, one hand protectively going to her baby bump like instinct had already kicked in. "You’ve been walking around with your jaw clenched and making weird jokes to distract me, you only do that when you’re lying!"

Lucas glared daggers at Kade, his gaze a silent but deadly warning that screamed: Shut your mouth or I will end you with one look.

Kade threw his arms in the air like a man who’d just been handed a live grenade and told to juggle. "Alpha, she is going to find out at this point!"

"You defy me? You defy your alpha?" Lucas growled through gritted teeth, stepping toward him, wolf energy prickling along his skin.

"Lucas, I swear to everything holy," Ava snapped, pointing a finger at her mate like she was about to give him the worst performance review of his life, "if you don’t let him speak, I will drag the truth out of both of you myself, pregnancy be damned."

Lucas stepped back, hands raised like a man surrendering at gunpoint. "Fine. He wants to die early, let him."

Kade cleared his throat and looked like he wished the floor would open and swallow him. "Councilman Thorn is dead. I heard just this morning."

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