Naughty Little Lux

Soren

“Be careful what you wish for, Lux,” comes out of my mouth so demonically, I’m momentarily scared she’ll shy away.

But she doesn’t… Instead my naughty little wolf gets wetter!

Pulling her hair to the side in a swift tug, I latch back onto her mark. Digging my fangs deeper than I have before. Deep enough that I can almost taste her soul.

Her pussy is throbbing on my cock, milking me for all I’m worth as I continue my relentless fucking.

Releasing her hair, I bring both of my arms down to her thighs, pulling them apart as far as I can before leaning backward.

My fangs still in her neck, I lie down with her lying against my chest.

Using my feet on the floor for more leverage, I continue thrusting my hips up into her, going as deep into her tight little pussy as I can.

Her body is slack due to me biting her, but that hasn’t stopped the endless cries of pleasure that leave her mouth.

The sound’s almost as intoxicating as having my dick inside of her.

Almost.

Grabbing hold of her hips again, I release her neck, licking it slightly as I slow my hips down. My need to cum is taking over, and if I don’t slow down right now I’m going to explode.

“Soren…”

But my slowing down has my naughty little Lux whining.

“Don’t whine, Lux, I’m not done yet!”

Pulling her hips up, and her almost off my cock, I use her body to slam her down onto me. I’m using her body as a puppet to fuck me, and—fuck—it feels so goddamn good.

I continue this for several minutes before I feel my balls start to tighten again. Knowing I’m about to cum, I sit us up, pushing her forward and back onto her knees back into doggy style.

“You wanted me to fuck you, Lux? Is this what you wanted?” I keep up my almost bruising pace all the while she continues to cry out.

But not in pain. No.

Her body fucking loves this—every grip of my hands, every stroke of my cock has my dirty girl getting wetter. Her tight little cunt constricts the life out of my swollen length with each thrust.

Right when I feel I’m about to explode, I pull out. Flipping her back over, not even skipping a beat before I’m entering her again.

Grabbing her beautiful face in both of my hands, I say, “Fuck, I love you so much.”

My words come out in orgasmic grunts, but I mean them with every part of me.

“I love you too,” is moaned from her lips before our words melt together. Our tongues dance together in an erotic ballet as we both fall over the edge.

She cums all over my cock, her pussy pulsing around me like it has its own heartbeat. The feeling makes me so euphoric that I cum not even a second later.

My cock paints her walls with my seed but never deflates. We can’t help both moaning at finally becoming fully mated.

Not wanting to pull out from the holy grail between her legs, I slow our kiss down, making it so slow that I’m able to catch my breath through it.

This continues for several minutes before I feel her dainty little hand shoving my shoulder.

When I sigh at the knowledge that I’m going to lose the feeling of being inside her, even if it’s only temporary, she giggles at me.

I pull my beautiful and curious mate up off the ground. Her legs shake slightly and she’s holding them slightly apart, which causes me to laugh.

I can’t help the chuckle at her much more dramatic reaction to our bodies separating.

Rolling on my back, I grab her and pull her onto my chest, kissing the top of her head as my arms secure her body to mine for dear life.

My body is so relaxed and in such a state of bliss that I almost pass out right here on the floor, with my beautiful mate in my arms.

That is until I hear the sound of a pounding on my door, and Zayla shooting upright. Her body goes rigid as she just stares out into the hall.

Frustrated, I sigh and sit up, kissing the side of her head before rising and grabbing boxers from my drawer.

The pounding continues, but now the sounds of my brothers are ringing through the door at full force.

“Soren, open the fucking door! We know you’re in there!”

“Soren, goddammit, this is not a joke! Open the fucking door!”

“You warded us out, you bastard!”

Grabbing another pair of boxers, I pull my beautiful and curious mate up off the ground. Her legs shake slightly and she’s holding them slightly apart, which causes me to laugh.

“Are you sore, Lux?” I say in my deepest tone as I run my free hand up to her nipples, tracing around her little buds in a slow motion.

“Fuck, Soren!” she moans, her body leaning into mine. I know I should open the door…but fuck them.

I love my brothers, but they can wait.

Leaning forward, I take her left nipple into my mouth.

I suck and tug on it as I open the boxers, directing her shaking limbs into the correct holes before pulling them up her fucking perfect frame.

Pulling off her left, I quickly take the right between my teeth and tug. Her head is back and her soft little cries have me wishing I was inside of her again and not covering her beautiful body up.

Pulling the shirt over her head, I kiss her quickly.

“I would just like to apologize for them now.”

Her curious eyes and raised eyebrow show me that she’s ready to meet whoever is pounding on my door.

Walking down the hall, I feel Zayla put her hand in mine. The tingles that shoot up my arm have me halting.

Grabbing onto her face, I kiss her once again before lacing my fingers back with hers, walking to the front door.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

Zayla’s little giggle has a smile plastered on my face even bigger than before.

Opening the door, I barely have time to register all three of my brothers before Devlin’s fist nails me in the face, knocking me on my ass.

“What the fuck, Dev!” I cry out, looking over at Zayla, who’s wide-eyed behind the door. Me getting punched clearly wasn’t how I was expecting her to meet my family.

~So thanks, bro!~

“Don’t ~what the fuck~ me, Soren! Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to reach you!” Devlin’s rant starts, and as I start to stand up, he hits me again.

I don’t fall this time, knowing it’s coming, but I don’t let him connect with me fully either.

“Stop it!” Zennen yells at Devlin after a few more dodged attempts.

“Not that I don’t love when you guys decide to pop in for a screaming, punch fest, but please enlighten me as to what I’ve done this time.”

Crossing my arms in a tight, irritated hold, I glance over at Zayla. Her face is amused as she realizes that my brothers haven’t noticed her at all.

How they haven’t smelled her or what we’ve just done yet is beyond me. Their anger at me must be blocking all their other senses.

Craven speaks first, telling me what I already know just by looking at their hurt expressions.

The reason they’re here.

“Zayla is on the list! Your reapers are in mourning. Why do you think we’re here, Soren? We’re here for you!”

Just as I’m about to speak, my little Lux beats me to it.

“What list am I on?” Her voice is confused but clear and soft.

The smile I had on before I was punched in the face comes back full force as her eyes lock on mine and her face lights up.

My brothers, startled at hearing her voice, whirl around to look at her. When I hold my arm out, Zayla walks over to me.

My brothers watch her the whole time, as if she’s going to vanish at any moment.

Right when she gets to my side, I hear, “Holy fuck,” before she’s ripped away and into Devlin’s arms.

She giggles uncomfortably as my brothers pass her around in unnecessary hugs. You’d never be able to tell these men were born killers.

Bunch of big softies is what they are.

By the time Zayla gets to Zennen, she’s accepted the fact that they’re going to hug her, and hugs him back tighter than he’s holding her, smiling genuinely at me as she watches me interact with my family.

Zennen is more reserved and laid back, so he doesn’t dwell on the hug for long. Releasing her, he kisses the top of her head just as the others have done before allowing me to take his place.

Once I have her firmly wrapped in my arms, the rapid-fire questions start, as well as the realizations.

“How is she here? And fuck—what is that smell!”