The Alpha's Done. Rucas Fanfiction.

Chapter 8. Angel Delight.

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Chapter 8 – Angel Delight

Lucas' Point of View

Content Warning: Language

Chapter Song – What Ifs by Kane Brown ft. Lauren Alaina or 'I Need You' by Tim McGraw ft. Faith Hill  (I'm using this song again for a reason, I hope you understand.)

Chapter Quote: 'I didn't need your approval darling. That's for insecure people.' – Unknown

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Her scent surrounded me like a soft cloud. In any other situation, my entire body could be lulled to sleep with just how relaxed I felt in this moment. It was a contradicting statement, because in any other scenario I would be at peace. In this situation, my muscles were tense and despite my normal can-do attitude, that trepidation still stood out.

The fact that I could potentially ruin our first kiss. Was my breath okay? Should I keep my hands in her grasp? Fuck, I'd kissed one woman in my entire life – whenever I was eight years old, so I don't have a lot of experience in this department. How many men had she fucking kissed? My wolf growled at the mere thought, I'd fucking kill any asshole who had touched her. Shaking my head clear, my mind began to focus in on the situation at hand.

Kiss my mate now. Kill any male that touched her later. Yes, that's what I'll do.

Despite my hesitation and nerves, Riley continued to wait patiently on me. Her eyes were still closed, and my heart swelled at the amount of patience she had with me. Gulping, my hand that was threaded with her own gently removed itself to run through her long locks. Riley's mouth fell open with a gasp whenever the thumb on my other hand began to stroke her cheek. Working up the little amount of courage – which is an odd feeling considering I'm an alpha – my lips pressed against a closed eyelid.

Once again, she gasped. My wolf growled, pleased that we were making our mate happy with the small show of affection. Without fully removing my lips from her – now – flushed skin, I pecked her blushing cheek. Mint from her mouth became more apparent as my lips hovered over her nose so I could kiss her there. When Riley giggled, my heart seized and Gabriel howled. My chest rumbled in pure pleasure and before I could even think twice about it, I finally kissed her.

God damn it.

I'm in trouble. So much trouble.

It was a light touch. But within that light touch was a drug that had no cure. Warmth surged through my veins, the sparks that accompany every mated pair exploded and the taste that was so uniquely her, was like a needle that had just found its favorite vein. "Was it okay?" I asked quietly, my lips brushing against her own as I spoke. Maybe if I hadn't spoke, then I would have better heard the small whimper of protest when I stopped.

Riley's barn wood brown eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated with what I hope to Goddess is lust. "Uh-huh," she whispered. With that reassurance, and the fact we were alone in our own tent I slammed my mouth against hers once more. The hand that was threading through her hair cupped the nape of her neck to ensure she wouldn't move away.

A pair of delicate hands trail down my chest, growling in pure pleasure I hoisted her up to straddle my lap when they began to curl into the ends of my cotton shirt. Riley pulled away much to my displeasure, but when I heard her giggle, I couldn't help my heart lurching forward. "Stop laughing." My female tucks her lips in to try and suppress the giggles bubbling out from her chest. Rolling my eyes, I kiss her once more and for the first time – as if on instinct – my tongue makes a move. She was absolutely tantalizing, the sweetest kind of torture as my mouth began to envelop her own. My tongue worked the caverns of her own, the ability to please my mate was second nature – even with no experience.