Page 36 of Perfectly Leashed
Why are you still trying to find a way to get fucked? He just said forever, idiot.
“I won’t be able to stop myself, mi amor.” He kept tracing a gentle path back and forth over Darcy’s shoulder. “My wolf won’t let me fight it.”
Their mouths met with a quiet ache, dragging the moment into something deeper. Luca slid his knuckles over Darcy’s neck, drawing out a moan.
His palm slid up until he found a nipple. When he pinched gently, Darcy gasped against his mouth, the sensation going straight to his cock.
“Luca.” Darcy arched into the touch, arched into his wolf.
“Hearing my name in that soft voice, all breathless and needy, makes my wolf growl with satisfaction. Me vuelves loco de necesidad.”
His eyes darkened with want, locking onto Darcy’s as if nothing else existed.
That’s what drew Darcy in. Why he was so swept away by this man. The way Luca looked at him, was there for him, the way he seemed to want to hold Darcy and never let him go.
Luca walked backward, leading Darcy to his bed, kissing him along his jaw while whispering, “Nadie jamás te amará como yo lo hago.”
“Please don’t make me use the translator.” Would it be so bad to belong to Luca? Darcy had no one but his grandmother and dad, but he rarely talked to either. Luca made him feel seen, like he mattered to at least one person in this world.
Luca slid his jogging pants off, watching Darcy watch him, and then sat on the edge of the bed.
Darcy moved to stand between Luca’s legs.
Luca caressed Darcy’s sides, looking up at him as Darcy’s heart raced and his mouth went dry. A groan wrenched from between his lips as Luca stood, crowding his space.
“There’s no reversing this.”
He cupped the back of Darcy’s neck and pulled him close, their bodies aligning before his mouth took Darcy’s in a toe-curling kiss. Darcy groaned, sliding his arms around Luca’s waist, tucking himself into the man’s body as Luca inserted a knee between Darcy’s legs.
“Not changing my mind,” Darcy said as he tilted his head, giving Luca room to kiss his jaw and neck.
“Perfecto.”
No translator needed.
He became lost in Luca’s touch, his lips, and his muscled body. When Luca gripped his ass, Darcy’s stomach clenched, a firestorm of need shooting through him.
He had to touch Luca, had to have that smooth, brown skin under his palms. Luca groaned into Darcy’s mouth, a hungry, desperate sound as he wrapped his fingers around Luca’s cock. His length was hard, thick, and long. Darcy stroked him and clung to Luca to keep his balance.
“Your touch is insanity,” he growled against Darcy’s skin.
The sound sent shivers over Darcy’s body as he squeezed Luca’s dick. “Then get ready to go nuts,” he teased. Had he really just said that? Oh, fuck. Darcy really had become a changed man.
And he loved it.
“You’re about to belong to me, mi amor.” Luca had the deep, seductive voice down pat. He made Darcy’s cock pulse with excitement.
Petty Crime Darcy. He shoved Luca, making him take a few steps back. He didn’t even bother to tell him why when one of Luca’s brows arched.
Instead, Darcy lowered to his knees, wanting a taste of him.
Luca grabbed the base and levered the head toward Darcy’s lips. “Devorame, hermoso.”
“Sounds like you just told me to devour you.” Darcy smirked.
Luca winked. “You’re catching on, kitten.”
Parting his lips, Darcy took the head into his mouth, moaning when Luca’s pre-cum exploded across his taste buds.
