Chapter 132

Skylar

“Can you please, please massage me?” Lucas whines the second we make it back to his mansion.

I’m exhausted and fall flat on his bed without responding. We have defeated too many demons to count

and are done for tonight.

Daisy and Xavier have taken the night shift.

Lucas pokes my butt, making me squirm. “Babe?” he asks as he sits down beside me.

“What?”

“Could you please spoil me? Fighting as a dragon all day has left my muscles feeling sore.”

I blush after he has finished his sentence. I know that we are mates and that we have marked each

other already, but being this

intimate is new to me. I’ve never had a boyfriend before and honestly? I’m terrified of ruining things.

I’m also hot and bothered by just the thought of placing my hands on Lucas‘ gorgeous muscles.

“Alright,” I mumble, my face still buried in the sheets. The mattress shifts as Lucas stands and then

again as he lies down in my

place.

I sit up, my legs folded beneath me and my heart pounding in my chest. Lucas is lying down on his

stomach but turns his head to grin at me, his blue and red eyes sparkling with mischief. “You don’t have

to if you don’t want to,” he teases.

“I know,” I say, placing a hand on his muscular arm. His skin is warm from his dragon transformation,

and I can feel the thrumming power beneath the surface. “But I want to.”

“I figured you would.”

“… you’re so cocky.”

“Nah, I just know how perverted you secretly can be. After we had sex and ended up cuddling? I can

still feel the heat of your mouth around my nipple, Sky.”

“Oh my god, shut up! I accidentally suckled on your pectoral muscles, so what? I wasn’t doing it on

purpose, you jerk!”

His eyes crinkle by the corners. “Whatever you say.”

I frown and Lucas chuckles before facing the other direction. His face buries in the sheets, and I put

one leg on either side of him as I lower myself to sit on his butt.

I then take a deep breath and start slow, working my fingers into his muscles from his shoulders down.

I try not to blush as he sighs in contentment beneath me. I wasn’t prepared for this – this openness,

this intimacy that we share.

After a while, Lucas dozes off, giving me the privilegie to touch him wherever I want. And I do. My

fingers move of their own accord, exploring the defined lines of his back and shoulders. Every muscle

is pure perfection.

“Feels good,” Lucas murmurs into the pillow in a sleepy voice, and I smile.

There’s something oddly soothing about this – just being here with Lucas and…hanging out, I guess?

Not before long, my own eyelids grow heavy. The gentle rhythm of my hands massaging his tense

muscles lulls me to a state of calm that I never thought was possible, considering the chaos that

surrounds us. His steady breathing, the heat radiating from his skin, and the faint musky scent–all of it

creates a bubble around us, shutting out the rest of the world.

“Sky,” Lucas’s voice is barely a whisper, “you don’t have to stay awake for me.”

“But your muscles…” I start, but he cuts me off with a soft chuckle.

“I’m fine,” he assures me. “I’d rather you get some sleep. You’ve been through a lot today.”

My fingers halt their ministrations as his words sink in. He’s right, of course. We’ve fought harder today

than we ever had before. My body aches in agreement, fatigue suddenly weighing heavily on my

shoulders. Slowly, I slide off him and nestle myself against his side, my head finding comfort in the

crook of his arm.

“Goodnight,” I whisper into the darkness, my hand absentmindedly tracing circles on his firm chest.

“Goodnight,” he echoes back with a yawn. His arm wrap round me securely, pulling me closer until our

bodies are flush against each other.

Despite our physical exhaustion and the looming battles ahead, I feel peace settling over us like a

warm blanket. As I drift off to sleep with Lucas‘ heartbeat serving as my lullaby, I smile at how safe I

feel with Lucas.

The last thing I remember before sleep claims me is the feeling of Lucas pressing a gentle ki*s to the

top of my head, his hold on me tightening just slightly. At that moment, I think we both know that

whatever happens next, we have each other, and that’s enough.

The next morning, I wake up to Lucas growling. When I lift my head, I find him standing by the window.

“I’m going to f*cking murder him!”

I rub some “good morning dust” from my eyes. “Who?”

“Aron.”

My heart stops. Did he really say Aron? Because last time I checked, Aron and Logan had joined Alpha

Max. What the hell would

Aron do on our territory?

“That bastard is probably here to discuss peace terms, but after he…after he did that to you, I would

never agree to let him inside our

mansion.”

I push myself to a sitting position, concern etching lines into my forehead when I realize Lucas is

shaking. He is so angry that he has to fight the urge to shift.

But in this case, I don’t blame him. What Aron did to me is unforgivable.

“Lucas?” I say in a voice that is much calmer than how I feel on the inside. Because on the inside, I’m a

turbulent ocean. Aron took away my virginity when I was only just a child–he deserves death.

And Lucas seems to think the same because there’s only hatred on his face as his eyes meet mine.

“Yes, my love?”

“Kill him.”