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“You think I’m not in control?” I ask.
“No. But I think you want to lose it.”
Ash lets out a sharp breath behind me.
That one definitely landed.
“She’s not your toy,” he snaps, voice a low thrum of restraint.
“She was always mine,” Lucian replies without even blinking. “Even when I didn’t want her to be.”
Ohgood.Nothing says stability like declaring you’re owned by someone who was emotionally unavailable for six months.
“I should’ve claimed you the second I felt you start to burn,” he says.
“But you didn’t,” I snap. “And now I’m not just yours.”
“I know.” He softens, and then: “But I told you before - I will be unforgettable.”
And there it is. Peak Lucian: emotionally repressed, terrifyingly intelligent, and audibly done with being second.
Ash growls again, but I reach for his hand.
Because this isn’t about Lucian’s pissing contest with the other alphas. It’s aboutme. What I want.
And what I want… is everything.
There has to be a way that we can make this work,together.
Lucian’s thumb slips past my lips.
“You want to be filled?” he asks.
I nod.
“Then open your mouth like a good girl and show me what else you can take.”
I shudder.
I want it all. Again.
I’m a monster.
He slides his thumb deeper over my tongue. I suck, because of course I do. I’m an overachiever.
My tongue swirls, my teeth graze. His jaw flexes as his ego inflates.
I moan around his thumb - just a little, just enough - then drag my teeth across the pad of it on the way out. Not hard. Just a warning.
Just a taste.
I can bite too, Alpha.
His eyes flare, and I’m certain that he hears me through the bond.
“You little -” he starts, then cuts himself off, thumb still resting against my lip like he’s debating if he should yank it back or push deeper. “You like this,” he murmurs. “Youshouldn’t… but you do.”
“I like watching you try not to lose control,” I say, licking the tip again - lazy, taunting - before letting it slide free with a wetpop.
