Chapter 0295

My wolf absolutely howls inside of me, telling me to do ridiculous things as she always does. Kiss

him! Jump on top of him, wrap your legs around his waist, he likes that! See if you can get his pants

off – he just put them on -

But I shake my head, willfully trying to ignore her, because the sensible part of me knows that Luca

is right – that this is not how I want this to happen.

“See?” he says, smirking at me, a little smug as he pulls himself away a little bit, pausing his hand’s

work to get my dress up over my hip. “I didn’t think so.”

“Hey!” I snarl, offended – because, I mean, I didn’t make my decision yet!

Yes! My wolf shouts, encouraging me forward. Grab him! Make him kiss us again! Take the stupid

dress off! Why did we let Daphne pick such a complicated dress – we should have worn something

with snaps -

“What?” Luca says, pausing and coming just an inch closer, teasing me now. “Come on, Ariel –let’s

wait until after the match – then I can actually take you to bed, a real bed –“

“Why do you always think you get to tell me what I want?” I ask, frowning up at him, starting to get a

little pissed now if I’m being honest. Because I mean, he actually is right. The first time I do this I do

want to be in a bed, and relaxed, and not worrying if someone is going to come through the door.

But damn it, why did he know that first?

“Because,” Luca murmurs, stepping close to me again and pressing a kiss to my cheek and then to

my neck – a soft, lingering one that makes my eyelids flutter. “You’re my mate – and because I

know you Ariel.”

God, the way his mouth moves over my skin – it’s torture, and he knows it. My hands tighten

against the skin of his back, my nails digging just slightly into him, and his skin shivers all over.

“I know what you want,” he whispers, raising his head and looking into my eyes again before

pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. “And…well, I know what you can handle.” He hesitates here, just

for a second. “I’m…more experienced in this than you.”

My mouth drops open now, a little appalled. “Luca!” I gasp, whipping my hand around and smacking

him in the chest – not hard, but with a satisfying smack that lets him know that I’m mad. “Are you

seriously saying that I – that I can’t handle you!?”

His face breaks into a smile and a little growl rumbles in his chest. “I know you can’t handle me,

Ariel,” he murmurs, his voice dipping lower in a way that – god, that makes the heat in me grow

more steadily. “Not yet, at least. We need to get your body used to this a little more before we start

doing adventurous things like a quickie in a locker room. You’re trying to run before you can walk.”

I huff now, genuinely angry, and shove harder against his chest, fully pissed now. “That is so rude,

Luca,” I snarl, lifting my chin up to glare at him. “Just because you’re so slutty that you’ve had more

experience than me –“

Luca laughs, genuinely pleased, his eyes crinkling. But he doesn’t step back – steps closer, even,

bunching my dress up more, slipping his hand beneath the hem of it and sliding his palm steadily

upwards until his hand cups my ass, his palm moving over the lacy edge of my panties.

I gasp again, my eyes going wide, any protests falling dead on my tongue.

“So, this is really what you want? What you can handle?” he murmurs, his eyes shining, tightening

his hand a little, squeezing my ass in a way that makes my head fall back, just a little, a puff of

desperate breath slipping between my lips. “You won’t let me show you the ropes slowly? Want to

just…jump into the deep end?”

“You’re mixing your metaphors,” I growl, my brain fuzzing, talking nonsense because I’m having

trouble concentrating with the way his fingers are moving over my underwear, trending inwards,

towards…

“It’s too easy,” he murmurs, shaking his head, taunting me. “Honestly, Ariel, you should let me take

it slow. You won’t be able to handle it.”

“Wha…what?” I murmur, my eyes half shut as he presses himself closer to me, as I feel his chest

press hard against my breasts.

“If you let me touch you, Ariel,” he whispers, “when you’re all worked up like this? I’m going to make

you come in about…thirty seconds.”

My eyes fly open, appalled at his arrogance, his gall.

He smiles, greedy, dipping his head closer and taking a sniff of me, like he can smell my anger, like

he likes it. “Seriously, gorgeous,” he says with a sigh, even though he doesn’t move his body away,

keeps his hand right where it is on my ass, his other still cradling my neck. “We can take our time

later, make it right.”