Defying the Rogue Alpha
Chapter 45: Wildfire

Chapter 45: Wildfire

"Never."

Lucas’s lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes darkened, the predatory gleam in them making her stomach flip. "Bad move, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

She barely had time to react before his lips crashed into hers.

The kiss was wild.

Lucas kissed her like he was leaving no doubt in her mind who she belonged to.

Her mind screamed at her to stop him. She was still mad. Right?

Her body, however, had its own plans.

She kissed him back just as fiercely, arching into him, fingers tangling in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp.

Lucas growled, his grip on her wrists tightening just enough to make her shiver.

Heat spread through her like wildfire.

Everywhere he touched, she felt it. The burn. The need. The undeniable, all-consuming pull.

"Lucas..." she gasped against his lips, trying to gather what was left of her senses.

Lucas groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. His breathing was ragged, his fingers flexing against her skin like he was barely holding on.

Ava licked her lips, savoring the taste of him, the way his body trembled with restraint. It made something wicked curl inside her, made her want to push him until he lost control entirely.

His hands moved. Lower.

"Fuck," he growled, his lips skimming down her throat.

Ava’s head spun. She shouldn’t want this. She should shove him away, remind him that she was still furious, that she wasn’t some plaything he could tease and torment.

But God, she did want this. More than anything.

Lucas nipped her neck, and Ava moaned before she could stop herself.

The sound broke something in him.

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them, pressing his body flush against hers.

Ava’s breath hitched.

Lucas smirked against her skin, taking his time, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.

"Not so tough now, are you?" he murmured, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to her collarbone.

Ava felt him everywhere. The weight of him. The heat of him. The absolute, overwhelming dominance of him.

And she wanted more.

Her nails dug into his back, and he rocked against her, making her gasp.

"You want me to stop?" he asked, voice low, rough, teasing.

Ava stared at him. Her heart pounded. Her body screamed for more. She pulled him back down instead of answering.

Somewhere in the distance, Nolan cleared his throat.

Lucas didn’t move.

Didn’t even look up.

He just sighed, his head dropping against Ava’s shoulder.

Then, with zero shame, he lifted his head slightly and called out, "Nolan."

"Yes, Alpha?" Nolan sounded deeply uncomfortable.

"Seal the yard."

Ava’s eyes widened. "Lucas..."

"...Sealing the yard, Alpha," Nolan mumbled before hastily disappearing.

Lucas turned back to her and smirked.

"Now, where were we?"

"You were being a dick," Ava snapped, but it came out breathless, shaky, and Lucas only chuckled, pressing his lips to her jaw, trailing kisses down her throat.

"You’re lucky Manic loves you," he murmured, his voice almost tender, but there was something dangerous under it, something possessive.

He ran his tongue along the side of her neck, and Ava shivered.

"Now, tell me why you’re mad at me," he coaxed, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin.

"You know why," she bit out, though the way her body arched toward him wasn’t helping her argument.

"Regale me," he murmured, his mouth moving lower. Ava was beginning to lose what was left of her self-control.

"I hate that I have to share you," she whispered, and for a second, she felt him still. Just for a second.

Then he exhaled against her skin. "So you’re jealous."

"I wouldn’t exactly say so."

"Admit it." He pulled her top down, and when his lips closed around her nipple, Ava groaned at the sheer absence of thought his touch left her with.

"That’s not the point."

"Then tell me, Ava. What’s your point?"

"I... I want more."

Lucas stilled, and looked at her.

"You want me to marry you," he said slowly, carefully, his fingers tracing the skin of her hip.

"Still not the point," she muttered, trying to ignore the way her stomach twisted at the idea.

Lucas let out a breath, and then, just when she thought he was going to get serious, he smirked.

"Sweetheart, if you want more, you have to be specific. And until you are, I am going to slowly torture you."

"Lucas, don’t do this..."

But he was already working her shorts down, slipping his fingers inside, dragging them against her in a way that made her gasp and clutch at his shoulders.

He watched her closely, his expression dark and full of promise.

"Tell me, Ava," he murmured, voice like silk, like sin. "What do you want?"

Ava’s breath came in ragged bursts, her body trembling under his touch. She knew what she wanted. But how could she put her wants into thoughts when there was barely any reasoning left in her.

"Lucas..."

Ava’s voice trembled whether from anticipation, nerves, or sheer frustration, she wasn’t sure.

"I can do more, my little virgin." His voice was a silken promise wrapped in wickedness.

Ava gasped as Lucas made swift work of her shorts, sliding them down her legs with a slow, deliberate touch that sent shivers up her spine.

Her eyes widened. "Lucas, we are outside."

"I will rip off the head of whoever dares to come through here," he murmured, his voice rich with amusement and something much darker.

Ava barely had time to process that rather violent vow before Lucas bent over her, spreading her thighs apart. Cold air kissed her skin, but the sensation was fleeting. Lucas’s mouth replaced it in an instant.

And dear sweet heavens above.

He licked.

He sucked.

He devoured.

Ava arched like she had been struck by lightning, her fingers gripping the grass beneath her as if it could somehow keep her tethered to reality. She cried out, her entire body trembling on the edge of something massive.

And then he stopped.

Just...stopped.