Aria "Who would’ve thought a cruise ship had a whole-ass salon?" Lily’s jaw is practically on the floor as she gawks at the sparkly sign of the salon. "I swear, it’s magnificent." I nod, pretending not to feel my bank account screaming. But then reality hits. "But, uh, guys... this salon looks hel
Aria For a moment, I froze. My brain short-circuits as I process what’s happening. Lucas? Here? What the actual hell. Jay’s still busy trailing kisses along my neck like a horny bee, but all I can think about is the storm brewing in Lucas’s eyes as he marches toward us. “What’s this?” His vo
Aria “Alpha!” I gasp, but he silences me with a finger sliding between my wet folds. My body betrays me, a moan escaping as he pumps slowly, torturously. I'm on cloud nine. “Fuck…. don't stop.” “What was that you said?” His voice is a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “That your body
Aria Lucas studies me for a moment, his frown deepening. “I’ll give you some time to think about it.” Time? What for? I’ve already made up my mind, apparently in record-breaking poor judgment. "I don't need to think about it. Let’s do it," I say confidently, crossing my arms. "And no, you don’t
Lucas We step into the rink, and I’ve got my hockey stick in one hand and a head full of thoughts about Aria. Yeah, her. The girl who just told me she’s fine with being my fuck mate. Like, does she really mean that? Because if she does, damn, I’m in trouble. I can still feel her wetness on my fing
Aria As I approach Vanessa and her crew, I feel Mia practically vibrating beside me, like she’s gearing up for a battle. Her forced smile is so fake it could qualify as plastic, but hey, we all play the game differently. Vanessa and her pack of mean girls are laughing, probably over some dumbass j
Aria Christmas is just two days away, and the hall already smells like the season itself—peppermint, pine, and that cloyingly sweet sugar-cookie air freshener someone thought was a brilliant idea to pump through the vents. The air is crisp, carrying a slight chill, but the soft glow of Christmas li
Mia “All right, so where do we start?” I ask, holding up the paper. My voice is already dripping with annoyance because, honestly, this guy just existing near me is fucking exhausting. “We can start by getting to know each other,” Damon says, flashing that stupid, cocky grin that probably works on
Lucas The second I step into Sarita’s apartment, I don’t even make it past the couch…I just collapse onto it, completely fucking exhausted. She chuckles, settling into the chair across from me, her eyes practically dancing with amusement. "Damn, you look like you got run over by a truck." I g
"Lucas, please…" I whimper, already desperate. "No," he says. "This is perfect. I love how fucking desperate you are, how tight you get every time I slide in." I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip to keep from begging too soon. He’s got me right where he wants me…helpless, bound, at his mercy.
Aria It’s been over thirty fucking minutes. The vibrator is still buried deep inside me, buzzing mercilessly against my soaked pussy. My entire body is trembling, my breathing ragged. My thighs quiver, and I swear I can feel every nerve in my body screaming for relief. I’m losing my fucking m
I ache for him. I drip for him. And then he speaks. "If you really want my cock, Aria…" He peels off his jacket, his voice turning firm. "You’re gonna have to earn it." "What the fuck?" Lucas smirks, unbuttoning his shirt. "Get down on your knees." My pussy clenches so fucking hard I almost co
Aria We take the stairs, and Lucas stops in front of a door, punching in a code quickly. The lock beeps, the door swings open, and then he turns to me with that cocky-ass smirk. "After you, baby." He gestures inside. I inhale deeply, trying to keep my legs from giving out beneath me. I need him,
Aria Lucas doesn’t even acknowledge the man…just walks straight ahead, leading me to a table. He pulls out a chair for me. "Sit, baby." My heart flutters. He’s being such a fucking gentleman, and it’s wrecking me. "Thank you, baby." I sit, and he takes his seat across from me, picking up the
Aria Butterflies swim in my stomach as I pull a glistening silver gown from the bag. My mouth fucking drops open. "Holy shit." I run my fingers over the fabric, eyes wide. "This is so fucking beautiful." Lucas smirks, arms crossed, clearly pleased with himself. "Glad you love it, baby. Look i
She glares at me. "Lucas…" I grip her chin, tilting her face up. "I mean it, Aria." "You have nothing to worry about. I don’t give a shit about Mark." Mark? That’s his name? I shake my head, scowling. "I don’t even wanna hear you say his name." Aria rolls her eyes. "See you later." She presses
Lucas I cannot believe what the fuck I’m looking at. The same dumbass who bumped into Aria earlier is now standing in front of her, holding out a flower like he’s in some fucking dating show. My wolf is already losing his shit, growling in my head, begging me to rip this bastard apart. And hone