Louisa's POV
Lucas stared at me as he was about to penetrate my soul with his eyes.
"I'm not going to apologize for things I haven't done," he said. "Fuck, I don't even apologize for shits that I have done."
"You ignored me," I said and bit my lips.
Lucas approached me, pulled me up from the bathtub, and tossed me into a bathrobe. Then, he sat on the sofa and put me on his lap while wiping my hair.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He glared into my eyes and asked.
"You ignored me... At the door." I lowered my head and murmured.
"You can't walk with me into the main entrance. That door's only for Alphas and their Lunas." He said with a serious look on his face.
"I'm not your Luna," I whispered.
"No, you aren't," he said.
"So who am I to you?" I looked up at him and asked.
I didn't expect his reply. If there was any, I knew what it would be like -
"You're my fucktoy."
"You're my property."
"You're my fucking disposable maid."
Things like that. And I would be pushed away and left alone, feeling pity and stupid for myself.
I frowned and noticed that his lips were right in front of my eyes. I could quickly lift my head and easily sneak a kiss from him, and he couldn't do anything about it.
No matter what kind of a badass he was, he just couldn't take back a sneak kiss.
At that very moment, he suddenly stopped wiping my hair and looked down at me.
It seemed that my evil agenda had been detected by him.
I turned my head away with embarrassment and guilt.
He pinched my chin and turned my head towards him and looked closely at me.
"You're my woman." He said in his signature cruel and aloof voice.
He got such a pair of inflammable eyes that set me on fire every time he looked at me.
Then, before I could say anything, my lips were sealed by his.
"I taste like alcohol and coconuts," I moved back a bit and mumbled. His kiss was still lingering around my lips.
"I fucking love alcohol and coconuts," he said.
Then he pressed himself on top of me and kissed me.
I couldn't move at all. Not even a little bit. He pressed me so hard that I thought he would crush my ribs.
"I'm sorry for making a scene and causing a lot of breakages..." I moaned in waves of ecstasy. I couldn't even catch a breath.
"You're a naughty little nymph that needs to be fucking disciplined." He said, rubbing his hands all over me.
"I'll pay for the damage," I whispered.
"You don't even have a nickel," he groaned. "But it's OK. I'll sort out a way for you to fucking pay for it. You have to work very hard."
"I'll do everything..." I gasped.
Just as we were going at it, there was a knock at the door.
"Alpha Lucas, the auction is about to start," said a voice.
"I'm fucking busy. Let them start without me." Lucas licked my nipples and said.
I was dripping wet and my nipples turned so hard.
There was a pause of silence, and then, the same voice said, "Alpha Lucas, they can't start an auction without your presence."
"Then fuck off and tell them to wait." He said impatiently.
"Alpha Lucas..." That voice started to tremble. "Alpha Zackery is waiting for you. He demands your presence."
"Fuck!" Lucas got off me and murmured to himself, "That fucking gigolo's boner killer. Can't he just leave me alone for one second in my life? I've fucking had it enough."
Then, he threw my dress at me and said, "Put it back on. You can sit next to me during the auction." Then, he put his fingers between my lips and said, "And you're banned from putting anything in your mouth without my fucking permission, you've heard me?"
I nodded and licked his fingers.
He snarled at me.
I love taunting and flirting with him when he couldn't do anything to me. The expression on his face was priceless. It started to become a habit. Anyway, he didn't seem to hate it, at least.
I tried to stand up and put on the dress. But I was still tipsy, which means that I couldn't stand up straight by myself.
Lucas sighed and held me in his arms and dressed me up like a doll. But it turned out that, being an expert at undressing girls, he wasn't adept at helping girls put on their clothes.
"Fuck. You're like a little octopus. Stop waving your arms and legs." He eventually managed to zip me up and said.
I wrapped my arms around his neck while he pulled me up from the sofa.
"What? You don't have your own, little sloth?" he asked.
"Nope." I shook my head, which made my head even dizzier.
He pressed me into his arms and said, "It gives me a fucking brilliant idea. If I cut off your feet, you wouldn't go anywhere."
"Or you can let me hold you like this all the time, so I won't go anywhere else." I pressed my face against his shoulder and stroked his neck with my head.
"I'm not Finn. Don't try to stroke me like this. It's fucking itchy, you little furry head." He sounded annoyed, but he didn't dodge. Instead, he held me tighter in his arms.
"I miss Finn," I grunted and buried my head in his chest. "I miss snuggling him and..."
Lucas peeled me off from his chest and said, "Don't you ever fucking mention Finn to anyone. Do you understand?"
He looked very serious, so I had to nod my head.
"I won't mention Finn to anyone," I whispered. "But does that mean I'll never see him again?"
"Nobody has ever seen my fucking wolf except you and Lucian. I trust Lucian with my life, but I'm not sure about you. You're a fucking troublemaker." He looked at me and said.
"Are you considering eliminating me now?" I frowned.
"I don't know. Dead people don't talk," he said.
Still befuddled, I looked at him and tittered.
I pressed myself against him, wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, and said, "You're not going to kill me... If I hug you like this, you can't move your arms. So you can't kill me. Haha."
Lucas didn't say anything, but he didn't push away this time.