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Chapter Ten

Lucien knew what they were doing was wrong. Utterly shameless and filthy.

But God. God.

He whimpered, spreading his legs wider to accommodate Aksel's head between them. Aksel hummed in approval, his tongue pushing even deeper. Lucien bit his own hand, gripping the edge of the stone bench with the other. God, they needed to stop, anyone might come across them here. They weren't far from the house, and it was broad daylight! Dinner would be served soon. What if the maids looked for them and saw them?They needed to stop. They needed—

One of Aksel's hands snaked up Lucien's body and squeezed his breast.

Lucien let out a long moan, grabbing Aksel's hair, his hips involuntarily moving forward, trying to get that tongue even deeper. God, he was sloppy wet, his cock leaking precome and his hole leaking slick all over Aksel's marvelous, talented tongue. But as always lately, Lucien couldn't help wanting more. Something more solid. Something thicker. Something that could reach him deeper .

The image of Aksel's thick, veiny cock flashed through his mind, and Lucien whined, wanting . He didn't care anymore how wrong and inadvisable it was. He wanted it. He wanted to be filled up. To quench the thirst inside of him.

"Darling," he murmured breathlessly. "Do you want to put it in?"

Aksel went still, his body suddenly rigid with tension. "Put it in?" he said hoarsely, lifting his intense, feverish eyes to him. "My cock?"

"Yes," Lucien said, his face warming. What if... What if Aksel didn't want to do it? Even though rationally Lucien had known that they shouldn't go all the way, he'd been expecting Aksel to push for it for weeks, but Aksel hadn't even attemptedto.

Maybe he didn't want to.

What if he was repelled by the idea of putting his cock where—

Lucien squashed the insecure thought down. Aksel wasn't like that. He wasn't. Or he wouldn't put his mouth there, either.

"Forget it," Lucien said awkwardly, suppressing the urge to avert his gaze when Aksel just continued looking at him in that strange way.

Aksel's hands on his hips tightened. "Do you want it?"

Lucien glared at him, feeling embarrassed and put on the spot. Why did Aksel have to ask? He would hardly offer if he didn't want it.

"Lucien," Aksel said, his eyes intent on him.

"I thought to give it a try, maybe," Lucien said with as much dignity as he could muster, which wasn't a lot, given the position he was in: with his legs spread shamelessly and his stepson's mouth still pressed against his wet, throbbing hole. Now that Aksel had pulled his tongue out, he was even more aware of the deep, needy ache inside him, the need to be filled up. Lucien said stiffly, "I'm not sure I'd like that, but it's rather embarrassing not to have the experience—the experience I remember—at my age."

Aksel's nostrils flared. "You want to give it a try because you're embarrassed by being a virgin at your age," he stated flatly.

Lucien opened his mouth to correct him on the virgin part, but he knew it would just piss Aksel off more. He shrugged. "It was just a thought," he said nonchalantly, as if his hole wasn't still throbbing and clenching around nothing. "We don't have to do it—"

Aksel yanked his fly open and pulled out his thick, rock-hard cock.

Lucien wet his lips with his tongue, his heart beating faster.

Shrugging out of his jacket, Aksel spread it out on the grass and deposited Lucien on it.

Blushing, Lucien looked around self-consciously. Was he really going to allow Aksel to fuck him in broad daylight, so close to the house? This was madness. But God, he wanted it. He wanted to be filled up so badly. He wanted to be filled up by Aksel. Wanted to feel him as deep as possible.

"We don't have time to take it slow," Aksel said, spreading Lucien's legs and settling between them. His voice was so deep and guttural, there was something animal about it. His scent became thicker and richer too, and Lucien whined in impatience, feeling another trickle of slick dribble down his thigh. Aksel smiled, his teeth looking sharper than usual. "But I don't think you want it slow anyway." And without further preamble, he lined up and pushed into him.

Lucien cried out, his eyes going wide.

"Quiet," Aksel bit off as he finally bottomed out.

God. He was so big. So thick.

It felt marvelous, the fullness, the stretch, the deep, animal satisfaction of finally being taken by his—by an alpha. So full. He was so damn full.

"Fuck, you're loving it," Aksel said, looking at him with glazed, crazed eyes. "I knew you would. Your cunt is twitching and sucking my cock like a hungry mouth. You're hungry, aren't you? You were fucking born to have cock in you every minute of the day."

"Aksel!" Lucien spluttered, but the filthy words only made him burn hotter. His hole was throbbing around Aksel's cock, needing the friction, the act of being taken, used, filled up and bred. Lucien arched a brow. "I believe you said we didn't have time for going slow."

Laughing, Aksel buried his face against his throat and murmured, "As you wish."

And he started thrusting, hard and fast. Lucien could only take it, going cross-eyed from the pleasure. Oh God, this must be what the word bliss meant. It felt so good, the way the hard, hot cock in him seemed to mold his insides into something else. Lucien couldn't stop broken, wanton moans from leaving his mouth on every thrust of that thick, wonderful cock.

He clung to Aksel's large body, his hands roaming all over his wide back before finally settling on his firm buttocks and pulling him deeper inside him. Deeper, more, yes, yes! The pressure in his belly thumped frantically alongside his racing heart, every muscle drawing up tighter and tighter with each thrust. He felt a sob catch in his throat as he arched up, trying to meet Aksel's thrusts and fuck himself on his cock, chasing that addictive feeling. Almost, almost there—

Lucien shouted out as he came, clenching around the cock in him. The pleasure was explosive, almost too much, he couldn't stand it, it felt like he was dying.

Aksel growled, gave a few hard, uneven thrusts, and came too, hastily pullingout as his knot started catching inside him.

Panting, Lucien stared at the cloudless sky above them, unable to think.

All he could feel was bliss. And fear.

They had barely finished but he already craved more.

Fuck.

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