The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy



"Oh, look who's talking," he murmurs, running his hands up my thighs and then sitting up a little as he reaches further back, one hand cupping my ass while the other slides up my back, obliging me to lean a little closer into him. "Miss I dress as a boy every day, never wear makeup, sometimes have black eyes, and still drive my mate absolutely insane."

I grin at him, my brain a little more than fuzzy, blocking out the memories of these two horrible days. And I really give myself over to the moment, allowing my mate to just...make me feel good. "Insane?" I whisper, leaning closer. "Just how insane are we talking here?"

"Completely unhinged,” he murmurs, leaning back and taking me with him. “Here - let me show you."

Luca kisses me, and a little groan of want slips out of my lips as he rolls me over in his sheets.

In the next half hour Luca again makes it abundantly clear that he knows what he's doing - that he knows precisely what I like and he's very, very willing to give it to me. He kisses me almost languidly, taking his time unbuttoning my shirt and unfolding it to reveal my skin beneath. His palms are cool against my hot skin, sending shivers through me in waves.

Luca takes his mouth from mine for a moment to help me tug my bra off over my head, tossing it to the ground and then tossing his own shirt after it. My breath is stolen from me as I admire, again, the golden gleam of his tanned skin.

"How do you do it?" I murmur, tracing my fingers down the hard ridges of his stomach. "Stay tan, when you spend your life in a black uniform like the rest of us?"

Luca smirks at me, kneeling between my legs and lowering himself to press a kiss to my stomach, chasing it with a teasing little lick that makes my breath catch.

"Seriously, gorgeous?" he asks, looking up at me from below, quite cheeky. "That's what you're worried about right now?"noveldrama

I just laugh and bite my lip, running my fingers through his pretty blonde-brown hair, and he lowers his face again to my belly, kissing and licking his way down, down, down.

Luca makes quick work of the button and zipper of my pants, tugging them off and then again adding his own to the pile. My heart pounds as he returns to his place low on my body because - because I've never done this before.

But all anxiety and anticipation are ripped from me the moment he pulls my panties down over my thighs, and ducks his head beneath my legs, and gives me a long, slow lick right up my center.

I moan, my head tilting back on my

neck and my fingers twisting in Luca's hair as he continues to lick me, long and slow, precisely where want him to. I can feel his own pleasure echoing down the bond how much he loves torturing me with each steady stroke, how he's drawing this out, making me beg.

But I have never, ever been above begging.

"Please," I moan, wanting more, my hips rising up against him as Luca presses his tongue harder and faster, but still quite tender, against that one spot. He sends a cool little pulse down the bond, bidding me to be patient, but I just snarl at him - because I'm feeling the opposite of patient right now.

Luca laughs and glances up at me as he moves his hand from its place wrapped around my thigh. Then he flicks his tongue against that tiny spot at

the center of me as he obeys my order and deftly presses two fingers into me, curling them deliciously before he begins to pulse.

Mouth and hand work together with steady intent and I just completely go to pieces. 4 gasp, my head turning hard to the side as that heat begins to curl within me, as tension seizes each of my muscles in turn, as the pleasure begins to build within me. God, fuck, but he's good at this - the pace he sets with his tongue and hands it's like he knows precisely what I want before I even know I want it -

But suddenly, with one long final stroke of that tongue, he lifts away.

I give a little gasp of protest, my eyes flying open as he moves, keeping his hand low on my body but crawling up so that his honed body, naked except for his little black boxer briefs, hovers over mine.