Maia sat in the bed which had been so familiar to her, she considered it her own.
Yet... the goose feather comforter and pillows seemed foreign just the same.

It didn't smell like her anymore.

The luxury apartment within a mansion didn't hold her scent, her mate was showering off her scent, and Maia felt her control slipping again.
She wanted to turn on mindless cartoons, but her wolf wasn't pushing for such meaningless shows.
Her wolf wanted her scent everywhere. Wanted to saturate these sheets, the air, and especially her mate.

Her unmarked mate. Her bite and scar still missing on his taunt muscular shoulder.
Maia bit her lip as her mind flooded with fantasies of the water sliding down his body... down his chest... down his abdomen... and straight over the place she hadn't ever fantasized about in her life.
Except, now she was, and her own stomach twisted.

She remembered how he touched her when she first came, the way his fingers danced over her skin, his lips close to her ear and...

Maia slid down the bed. The fabric against her thighs notified her of the wetness beginning to seep through the clean panties covering her.
Her hands, trembling, slid them over her hips and down her legs.
The shirt she wore, Lucien's, was next.
Maia stood nude, staring at the door separating her from the hints of pineapple and coconut... husky hints of alpha and male...
They didn't speak much when she returned. It had only been three days.

Maia wanted to know what occurred to the pack harboring vampires, and the vampires which had taken her captive. She hadn't been given any answers.
Though, she imagined it was due to the fact that she was viewed as incapable of shouldering such truths... she'd done nothing to gain any credibility.
A fully matured she wolf, and she was as useless as a pup.
Sex was a topic Lucien seemed cautious on, worried about frightening her, even to the point of leaving for periods of time to avoid showing her his own frustration.
She had turned a blind eye to it all. Too caught up in the unimportant.

She wasn't anymore. Why had she ever denied the need which boiled her blood at the littlest thought of him?

Her fear of attachment, rejection, and insecurities she never gave a chance to rise to the surface of her consciousness.
Maia let her hand rest on the door handle, which she knew wasn't locked.
Was it an invitation? Her breathing increased with her heart rate, and she could hear Lucien perfectly.
Standing still as a statue under the water.

He was waiting. Always waiting. Patient and yet she could feel the urgency in his own ragged breathing.
Was he as nervous as she was? Confused and excited? Did he trust her as much as she did him?

So she turned the handle and opened the door.

The marble flooring was littered with his clothing, like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to the gingerbread house... Maia felt her mouth go dry.
It certainly was a different type of treat, but her heating body told her she'd like this more than any sweets.
Lucien stood proud as always, his back straight and chin lifted almost arrogantly.

If it weren't for the way he clenched his fist while he leaned against the shower wall while staring her down, she would've thought him completely calm.
It only served to tighten his arms and expose more bulging biceps to her eyes... which couldn't help but want to burn the image in her mind forever.
The water gliding down his figure was adding fuel to fire.

"Baby girl, you need a lot more rest and time before you shower with me" His words were gentle, but his tone was too dark not to send a shiver of excitement down her spine and straight to her core.
She didn't have to look down to know her own arousal was dripping down her thighs and coating them in an embarrassing amount of sheen.
Just him speaking, his plump full lips, the way his canines sharpened as he grit his teeth... Maia wanted a recorder in her mind for this.

She knew she didn't look the best, especially after her captivity. A few days wasn't enough time to pack on any weight, especially for a werewolf with such a high metabolism.
Yet, the way her mate stared at her like she was a gift from the Goddess...

Her feet moved toward him without thought.

"Maia..." his warning growl did nothing if not make her pick up her pace.
The beautiful glass standing shower was opened up, and she only stopped when her feet felt the textured rock flooring. The spray of cold water misted her, and for once she was grateful for something cold when she felt so hot.

"You need rest" Lucien tipped her head up further, when she realized she had been standing there simply staring and drinking him in silently.
"Doc said you'll be fine in about a week, so till then-" For once, she interrupted him.

"I'm not tired" Her hands were not within her control when they reached up to feel his chest. The vibrations of his quiet rumble was similar to a jungle cat she'd seen on tv.
The touch only furthered her arousal, and she wanted nothing more than the strength to force him down to her level so they could kiss...

She'd have to settle for climbing him though.

"Maia you don't know what you're doing-" Lucien's words contradicted his actions. Maia only had to jump a little for him to catch her and bring her up to his chest.
His large calloused hands holding her ass, and pressing her wet heat straight against his abs.
Maia moaned, wrapping her legs more securely around him while pressing her chest against his own.
Just the feeling of him all over her, was enough to bring her to ecstasy.

Her cheeks moved to rub against his neck, her voice breathy and soft when she spoke.

"What I'm doing is attempting to poke a sleeping bear" her hands slid into his wet dark hair, her lips moving to brush against his neck to his chin.

"Daddy, I need you"

She'd never be able to describe the feeling of being in his arms.

Powerful.

Beautiful.

Everything.

Maia felt the chilling marble against her back the moment the words left her lips. She was crushed against cold stone and a furnace. Lucien had her trapped, and his lips were crushing her own in an instant.
She lost her words, consumed by the taste of heaven ravaging her mouth.

Passionate and nearly too much.
Maia tried to focus on breathing out her nose, but the contradiction of temperatures around her, and the slightly rough and agile tongue of Lucien was driving out any thoughts beyond what he was giving to her.
He pulled away too quickly, leaving her panting as the spray of water became a background noise.

"Maia... I won't hold back if we go any further" His eyes were like steel.

"Mhmm" She could only hum, trying to focus on his words but failing as his slightly swollen lips caught her eye.

Lucien stole back her waining attention. His hand gripped her jaw tightly and forced her eyes to lock with his own.
He looked nearly wild, with his wet hair at odd ends and his cheeks flushed.

"We aren't going to kiss and touch till you fall asleep" His lips pulled back into a snarl, which should've terrified her, but it only made her want to rile him up further.
"I'm going to fuck you until I'm sure you're carrying our pups, and then I'm going to cum in that little mouth for good measure" His thumb danced across her lower lip while he spoke.

"Oh" Her voice cut short, nearly choking on her own saliva while she tried to process the intensity of his words coupled with the confession she hadn't expected.

Maia wasn't completely ignorant. She knew the basics, and her nature knew what to follow... but the way he said it had her wishing he was doing it now.
Her hips twitched, grinding further against him while a moan slipped out.

Lucien growled, pinned her even closer to the wall and himself to halt her movements.

"I need a clear answer baby" He wasn't letting her look away.
Maia whined, her hands gripping his shoulders while begging him silently with her eyes.

"Make me ask again" the grip on her jaw tightened painfully, clearing the fog in her mind slightly.
"I'll keep count of all the times you deserved your little ass spanked for when Doc gives the okay"

"No" she could only freeze in panic.

She didn't want that.

"No? No you don't want me to fuck your dripping wet pussy... or no you don't want a spanking. I need you to say it Maia" His hand slid from her jaw, resting firmly on her throat now. His lips leaned close to her ear, whispering his words.
Her stomach clenched in pure need.

"I-I want you to f-fuck me" She felt embarrassed just saying it, yet it only fueled her desperate need.

"You want who to fuck you, hm?" She wanted to cry in outrage, his teasing nearly malicious.

"I.. I want Daddy to fuck m-my pussy" She could only lick her lips, praying he'd touch her where she needed it.
She was glad he wasn't forcing her to look him in the eye, she might've passed out from the pressure.

"Good girl" She only glanced up for a moment, but her lungs nearly collapsed at the devilish smile he gave her.