Small Town Love

Chapter 27

Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting.

Napoleon Hill

He woke up with his mate in his arms, their bond thrumming with her amusement and arousal.

Luke spooned her, pressing hard against Daphne's back and she pressed back against him, something that resulted in a groan leaving his throat.

"You are playing a dangerous game," he told her drily, not wanting her to stop but also needing her to do that if he was supposed to have any brain cells left that morning.

"We could try it like that," Daphne suggested to him, arching back against him and offering her a grin that was equal parts lovely and scary.

There was a part of him that wanted to mount her. That wanted to have her in that way before they left their home before they saw her father again.

He brushed his fingers against the bite, the skin now deep purple. That would be unable to be missed. Daphne would smell like she had rolled around in his scent as well, but he wanted to make it even more obvious than that.

Was he a complete asshole when he wanted to make Cyril Randall see that his daughter was Luke's in every sense that he could get away from it?

Probably .

But Cyril Randall was also a complete asshole so Luke didn't feel that bad about it.

So he slipped his fingers down her body, her legs opening for him without another word and finding her wet and ready for him without even anything else he needed to do. She was drenched, a soft moan escaping her as he pressed a kiss against her claiming bite.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked her because he needed to know that before he allowed himself to even think about anything else.

"Yes, I...I feel like we need to if that makes sense," she admitted with a shiver and he hummed his agreement. He could understand that.

She rolled on her hands and knees, looking at him over her shoulder and for a moment he was overwhelmed at the submissive position she had put herself into for him.

Especially for Daphne...For Daphne, whose scars marked her back extensively, this was more of a show of trust than anything else.

He slipped behind her, sliding down her spine with one flat hand that resulted in a shiver running through him.

Luke had her shuddering underneath him before he even thought about taking her, but when he finally pushed inside Daphne, he was overwhelmed by the wet heat that gripped him tightly and was unable not to groan at the way she arched against him.

He was the one in control at the moment, Daphne didn't fight him at all, giving him an obvious display of submission and suddenly he realised why they both needed that.

They were equals in their relationship, they always were but when the times would call for it, she would need to submit to her alpha. And that was Luke.

He thrust inside her another time, shocking a harsh cry out of her that made him stop.

"Luke," she whined in protest, her voice broken. "More, please," she pleaded desperately.

That was all he needed to say. He trusted her to know how much she could take because once he did allow himself to put more strength behind his thrust, he was gone.

It was...animalistic. Far more than Luke had expected it to be and he knew he was rougher with her than he should be, but Daphne didn't tell him to stop, not even when he forced her down into the mattress, biting her a second time and she cried out sharply.