Page 85 of Unclaimed Bonds
JESSICA
TWO WEEKS AGO:
March 14, 2025: 4:15 p.m.
Alpha Kings Mansion
My head throbs. My shoulder aches. I blink open my eyes and take in my surroundings. It’s dark in my bedroom. I slowly sit and slide to the edge of the bed rubbing the back of my neck and then my shoulder.
“Jessica.” Luke walks toward me from the sitting area. He kneels in front of me, caressing my face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. You know, nine lives and all that,” I tease with a breathy laugh.
“Not funny.” He scowls.
“It kind of is,” I retort. I notice he’s not wearing a shirt. Goddess, why is he not wearing a shirt?
As much as I should look the other way, I don’t. My eyes peruse his defined muscles … He has a bite mark on his shoulder. I gingerly trace it. It’s already fading. My hand slidesdown his shoulder, over his pecs, down to his abdomen, and faintly brushes over a thick, ragged scar from five years ago.
Guilt squeezes my heart, reminding me once again why he and I can’t be together. I tear my eyes away and look into his face. “Are you okay? Is Dad okay?”
“I’m fine. Dad and the twins are fine. And all the guards. We’re all fine.” He searches my eyes. “That was a lot of information today. How are you holding up?”
I scoff. “I just woke up. I haven’t had time to process it all yet.”
He rests his forehead against mine. “I’m here, babe. I’m right here. I’ll be here for you while you work through this. You don’t need to do this alone.”
I drop my eyes, and of course, they land on his scar again. Gently, he pulls me closer, tips my chin up and kisses me. Slow and sensual, his tongue traces my lower lip before he slides in to stroke his tongue with mine.
I should stop this—no, I need to stop this.
He trails one hand down my back and pulls me into him, forcing my knees to part. He rests between my legs. The heat of his body warms my inner thighs. His kiss grows urgent. His fingers slide down my neck, gently over my collarbone, to my breast. I moan as his touch sends a pulsing electrical sensation up my spine, tingling my skin.
Moisture pools between my legs as he sucks on my lower lip, tugging it between his teeth. When he releases it, he kisses my jaw, making his way down my neck, licking my skin.
“I’ve been so fucking hard for you since this morning.” He places my hand over his hardened cock, rubbing my palm against his thick length. He moans as I wrap my fingers around him through the fabric of his pants.
His fingers curl around my… I just realized I’m barely wearing any clothing. Where are my clothes?
Gently, he pushes me back. I brace myself with a hand behind me, indenting the comforter. I have to stop this. I can’t…
He pulls down my camisole. “Luke,” I whisper. “I… need to…” I moan as he rolls his tongue over my nipple. “I have to leave. The clock says it’s four thirty.”
He sucks on my nipple and thrusts his hips against my core. “Stay,” he whispers. “Stay with me. Make love to me. Talk to me,” he murmurs, pleasuring my body.
I lean back even farther, and my free hand reaches for his hair. I shouldn’t encourage him. I need to stop. This is so wrong.
He grips my knees with both hands and spreads them wider apart. Sliding one hand up my thigh, he slips under my panties, pushing it to the side, and runs his finger down my slit. He hisses, “So fucking wet for me, babe. It’s been too long since I tasted you, been inside of you. Stay.” He strokes his tongue up the entrance of my pussy and uses the flat of his tongue to massage my clit. “You taste so fucking good.” He does it again, and I fight the urge to press his face harder into my center, to grind my hips against his face. “Don’t fight it. Let me love you,” he whispers, gently blowing on my clit, making it pulse.
I throw my head back. Gods, I want more, and I almost give in.
“Stay with me, babe…” He licks and sucks, pushing a finger inside. “I want to make love all night long.” He inserts a second finger and curls it just so it hits the right spot. I gasp as my insides clench around him. “I want to talk and move past all the crap between us so we can start over.” He rolls his tongue over my clit and sucks harder, thrusting his finger in and out of me. “When we’re done making love and talking, I want you to be mine. I need you to be mine.”
My body freezes, and I close my eyes briefly. I pull his head back by his hair and move away. No, this is a mistake. I let it go too far. I should have stopped him at that first kiss.
Luke grips my legs. “Don’t—don’t run from me.” I shake my head and try to push him off me. “If you don’t want to go any further, then we won’t. I need to talk. We need to talk.” He drags me back into him and wraps his arms around me. “I’m in love with you, Jessica. You were meant to be mine. It started before I brought you down from the tree. I fucked up—I know I fucked up in the beginning. I’ve been trying to make up for it for years. Please, don’t run. We can get past everything, if you just give me a chance to explain.”
He’s not making sense. Or my brain can’t process his words. This is too much. “I need to go. I can’t do this right now.” I push at his shoulder to release me.
