Ch. 296..300: The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy Chapter 296-300

Chapter 0296I just narrow my eyes, still pissed. Because I mean – I’ve done stuff by myself before – and never, ever have I finished that fast.

Damn, but he thinks highly of himself in these regards.

“You’re exaggerating to get what you want,” I growl, even though it turns into a gasp when Luca tightens his hand on my neck, holding me still as he lets his other hand inch closer to the center of me. “There’s no way you could ever make me come in thirty seconds.”

Luca turns his head to the side a little, considering. “Probably right about that,” he murmurs, nodding.

I smirk, smug.

“More like…two minutes.”

My jaw drops before I snap it shut, livid. “You arrogant little –“

He laughs, low and pleased, liking me all worked up and feisty like this. “Wanna bet, Princess?” His mouth is so close that I can feel is breath on my lips.

I go still, staring at him, realizing that he’s offering…

Luca’s smile deepens. “If I win,” he says softly, “I get a weekend with you. All to myself. Before we go back to the Academy.”

Yes! My wolf howls, dancing around inside of me, her paws skittering delightedly in my soul. Sweeten the pot! Give him money! Give him your crown – that’s worth something, right? Give him the PALACE!

I loose a shaky breath as Luca’s fingers start to trace circles around edges of my panties, dipping inwards, slow and distracting and maddening and wonderful.

“And if I win?” I whisper.

“Whatever you want,” he murmurs, lowering his mouth to brush against mine. “A blank cheque. Anything.”

He pulls back for a second, looking deep into my eyes, and I consider – just incrementally – that this might be stupid. But god, the way he’s looking at me, the way he smells –

God, fuck, I don’t care – my wolf wins, I give in –

“Fine,” I say, giving a half-hearted little shrug, still trying to play it cool even though I can barely think. “Do your worst, Grant.”

“So, it’s a bet? A weekend, against a blank cheque that you’re absolutely never going to cash?”

“Why wouldn’t I cash it?” I ask, frowning, confused.

“Because you’re never going to win,” he says, laughing a little, grinning at me.

“It’s a bet,” I growl, pissed again, newly determined –

But there’s no time to think on it, because faster than I can wrap my mind around anything new Luca closes the final few inches between us and fastens his mouth to mine like he can’t wait another second.

The kiss absolutely sweeps through me and I forget any determination that I had as Luca parts my lips with his, as his tongue presses against mine, as he licks me and presses me hard back against the lockers. I’m panting already, my heartrate so high I can feel it pounding in my ears.

As Luca lines every inch of his torso up with mine, I can feel that he wants me too – can feel it in the way that he pants into my mouth, in the intensity with which he clings to me, in the hardness of his cock, which is pressed between us, thick and ready. I slide my hand down towards it, wanting to –

“Absolutely not,” he growls, snatching my hand away and pinning it to the locker above my head with the hand that was around my neck a moment ago. “You’re not distracting me with that, Ariel – not when I’m on a time limit.”

But I just moan, and press my body closer to him, grinding my hips forward – wanting him, wanting my mate, wanting to feel his body, every piece of it –

“No,” he murmurs, shaking his head at me. “This is about you.”

And then he moves his hand from my backside, sliding it around towards my stomach. Luca shifts his body to make room, still pinning one of my hands above my head. My other hand smacks flat against the lockers behind me like they’re some sort of anchor to the world as I concentrate on his touch, on the way his hand moves all the way around so that it’s pressed flat against my navel, his fingers pointing down towards the floor.

And then, as I pant, my eyes half shut, my focus on his face, Luca slides his hand lower and slips it into my panties.

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I moan again, hard, as Luca touches me, his hand moving slowly lower, sliding his fingers against the slick skin he finds there. Subtly, moving without even thinking about it, I shift my feet further apart, wanting him to touch me deeper, wanting more.

“Good girl,” Luca murmurs, his voice a purr in my ear. I shift my eyes upwards towards him, my vision hazy, not understanding because – because what’s good – what did I –

But Luca just shakes his head and kisses me again, passing words down our bond. Don’t think, he instructs, his voice a tender purr. Just feel.

And so I do as he says – I give myself over to the sensations as Luca gently strokes me, his fingers nimble as he expertly finds just the precise spot where I want him to press. And then, slowly, he begins to stroke and tease me there, his movements a steady rhythm that builds something in me – a heat, and a need, and a desperate flame that seeks to burn – to destroy everything in its path and wipe everything out with it.

I tear my mouth to the side, unable to handle the intensity of it, his name a breath on my lips. He shifts again then, moving his hand away from that spot, and the building intensity inside of me wanes in a way that makes me gasp in protest, my eyes opening, seeking his, wanting to know why –

Luca just smiles at me, and shakes his head, and shifts his hand lower so that his fingers press at my entrance. His thumb takes their place higher up, turning in slow circles that make me shiver.

But now that I feel him there, at my entrance, his fingers teasing, just barely pressing in – it’s all I want. My hips buck forward on their own, urging him onward, wanting him to feel him fill me. But Luca just pulls back, denying me what I want. I groan, and shiver, and stare up at him, not understanding, my mind absolutely blank with anything but want for him.

My entire body now is tense with wanting it, my knees shaking, because I’m close – I’m so close – and he’s deliberately holding back now. I shake my head at him, not understanding, my panting moans coming with almost every breath.

Luca smiles at me, delicious and wicked, and he drops the hand that’s pinning my wrist to the lockers above me. He wraps that hand in the hair that grows at the base of my neck instead, pulling gently, just enough to make me moan so loud at the intensity of it that I’m not sure the entire gym outside doesn’t hear.

Not that I care. Not that I care about anything right now, except –

“Beg me,” he breathes into my ear, before his tongue licks me, just once, across my earlobe and then down the length of my neck. “Beg me for it, Ariel.”

I resist for just a moment, but then god – fuck – I give in.

“Please,” I groan, eager to obey, eager to give him anything he wants, if he’ll just… “Please, Luca,” I say again, shaking my head, hardly able to bear it.

My mate instantly obeys, turning my head back to his and capturing my mouth with his lips as his hand shifts lower, as two of his fingers press inside of me, as his thumb flicks harder against that point at the crest of me that makes me shiver and gasp. Luca’s fingers pulse once, twice, and then they curl deliciously forward –

The moan that tumbles from my mouth is intense as I spill over, as whatever dam within me breaks and the sensation races through my body. Luca holds me tight, kissing me through it as his fingers continue to curl in that way that shatters me, that sends sparks through my blood, that feels like a living flame consuming me from the inside out. I groan, and shudder, shaking against him as little sobs break from my lips. I barely notice, can barely describe it, but somehow it feels like wind rushes through the room – raising the hair off my sweaty neck, carrying sparks with it.

And then it subsides, and I’m panting, and Luca’s got one arm tight around my back, the other withdrawing from me and slipping around to the back of my leg as I gasp against him, my knees going weak, completely unable to hold myself up anymore.

But Luca’s there, shushing softly to me, holding me tight. He quickly steps back to sit down on the bench and takes me with him, gathering me up into his lap as I go to puddy in his arms, resting my head against him as the feeling echoes through me, pounding and then fading, less and less, until I can breathe again, until I can come back to myself.

 

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And when I do, Luca’s right there, holding me tight.

I tilt my head up, looking into his eyes, and he cups my cheek in his hand, looking seriously down into my face.

“You win,” I murmur, and he bursts into laughter as I tuck my head under his chin, and press my flushed cheek against his chest, and try to catch my breath.

Luca gives me a moment, rocking me back and forth, until I think he can feel me come back to myself more completely. He kisses me softly on the side of the head. “You okay?” he murmurs, curious and a little concerned.

I raise my head to glare at him a little, and then pass all of my emotions down our bond to him so I don’t have to bother putting it all into words. He grins as he feels them – figures out that it felt amazing, and overpowering, and delicious, and wonderful, and scary. All at once.

I just sigh and murmur that I’m fine, shaking my head at the understatement.

Luca tightens his arms around me and, and I can feel his own joy pulsing through him. “Wait till you see what I can do with my tongue,” he murmurs.

My head whips up, my eyes a little wide, because if that wasn’t the full extent of it…

Luca just laughs, and traces the shape of my bottom lip with his thumb, and shakes his head, staring at me like he could never look at me long enough. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, making me smile. “And very sexy.”

This just makes me blush, and laugh, and look away from him a little bit, down at the floor, because that I find hard to believe.

“What?” he says, brushing his hand along my jaw and turning my head to look back up at him. “You don’t think so?”

“Luca,” I groan, tucking myself closer to him and looking away, blushing a bit. Because, I mean, I’ve gotten used to the idea that I’m pretty, but sexy!? No, Daphne’s sexy, with her curves and her smirks. But me? I’m just cute at best.

“What?” he protests, laughing again.

But I shake my head, sighing and looking up at him. “I just went to pieces in front of you in under two minutes, and made the most ridiculous assortment of obscene sounds, and you want me to believe I was sexy!?”

“Really sexy obscene sounds,” he murmurs, nudging me playfully with his nose, and I groan and cover my face with his hands. “I’m serious, Ariel!” he says, laughing more and tightening his arms around me, making me listen to him. “I could very happily spend a few happy days laid up in bed with you, making you make those noises.”

“Oh my god,” I moan, laughing a little against his chest, but…not hating the idea. Not at all.

“I am not at all kidding,” he murmurs, but I’m immediately more at ease. Luca, he really does know me – knows what I like, knows what will make me laugh, knows what I need emotionally and, clearly, physically.

I sigh happily, dropping my hands and looking into his eyes, believing him just a little bit. Because, I mean, the emotions that are coming down the bond to me match what he’s saying – he was very turned on by it all. Luca simply nods, smiling at me, and I wind my arms around his neck. “And when do I get a chance to wring some embarrassing sounds out of you?”

“Oh, five to six years,” he murmurs, grinning and giving me a quick kiss, “after I’ve had a chance to lick every inch of you over and over again.” He quickly dips his head then, demonstrating his meaning by giving me a long, languid lick up the length of my neck, making me shudder all over. I laugh, unable to help it, every nerve in my body still tender from what he just did to me. I swat him away, and he complies.

Luca’s face drops into more serious lines as he contemplates me. “I’m sorry,” he says, looking into my eyes. “If that was…too much, with the bet and…pressing you up against the lockers. You’re just very sexy when you’re all worked up, and I have trouble not…stoking the fire.”

“No,” I whisper, tightening my arms around him and pulling him a little closer. “I liked it too. I kind of…” I hesitate, biting my lip.

“What?” he prods, smiling his pleasure.

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“No,” I laugh, wrinkling my nose at him and smacking him playfully on the chest. “I don’t want to give you any encouragement.”

Luca growls, snatching me closer, willing me to tell what I’m thinking. And I can’t help it – I just laugh and lean back against his arm. “I kind of like it when you’re bossy with me,” I whisper, blushing a little because I’m not sure I even knew I liked that. And I’m sure I wouldn’t like it with anyone else, not at all.

But with Luca?

He just groans, his eyes fluttering half shut, tugging me closer and taking a long languid sniff of my scent. “I’ll boss you around all you want, Princess,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I’ll even –“

“Not in real life,” I say, pointing my finger into his face and narrowing my eyes. “Just in bed. Or… locker room. As it were.”

Luca grins, and nods once, and snaps his teeth just millimeters from the edge of my finger, making me jump and laugh again.

But then we both jump, and then go still, at the pounding at Luca’s locker room door.

“Your grandmother is waiting for you, Luca!” his uncle’s voice shouts from the other side.

And I gasp and press my hands to my mouth because – oh my god, because I completely forgot. Completely lost entire track of the world outside of this room, if I’m being honest.

“Yup,” Luca says, glancing up at the clock with a grimace. “We’d better go.” Hastily he stands up, setting me on my wobbly feet, and I frantically spin for the mirror, wanting to make sure I at least look like I haven’t been making out with my boyfriend in his private the locker room.

“Coming!” Luca calls when his uncle knocks again. Then Luca moves to the little pile of clothes that we knocked to the floor a few minutes ago, grabbing his undershirt and pulling it over his head. He turns to me and grins as the shirt pulls over his face, ruffling his wet hair.

And everything is just so perfect in this moment I can’t help but grin right back at my mate before I turn to the mirror and fix my hair. Because I’m a Princess, after all, about to meet my mate’s family. And the least I can do is be presentable.

A huge cheer erupts when we walk into Luca’s house, hand-in-hand, and I gasp, completely undone by it.

“Sorry,” Luca says, giving me a grimace even though he can’t stop smiling. “I told them that not everyone could come and meet you today – just the essentials. But I guess they…didn’t listen.”

I flick my eyes up at him, grinning like crazy, but there’s no time to respond before Luca’s family swarms forward, reaching out their hands to me, eager to make me welcome. So, I just pass all of my feelings down our bond, letting him know that I love it, and I feel so warm and loved already, and I’m thrilled to meet all of them – every single one.

Luca introduces me as his girlfriend, telling me a lot of names I unfortunately won’t remember as I shake hands with his family members, saying my hellos and giving everyone my best Princess smile. But then I find myself facing a woman who holds both hands out to me, a beautiful smile on her face. I take her hands in mine, and as I look up into her warm brown eyes, and take in her own set of perfect dimples, I know instantly that it’s Luca’s mom. “Welcome, Ariel,” she says, beaming at me. “It’s so nice to meet you –“

“It’s so nice to meet you too!” I say, eager, walking with her as she leads me forward – but we don’t get far before a very tiny, very eager little woman steps towards us, both of her hands out, smiling so hard that her eyes are two little half moons on her face. “La Principessa!” she shouts, thrilled, and then before I know it I’m wrapped up in her arms.

I laugh, hugging her back, letting her rock me back and forth. Behind me, I hear Luca laugh goodheartedly.

“Ariel, this is my grandmother,” he says, and I turn my head to smile at him before pulling away from the old woman a little bit and beaming down into her face. She shakes her head at me like she can’t believe I’m real. But then she blinks and looks around behind me. She murmurs something in words I don’t understand, and I turn with real surprise when Luca responds in the same language.

 

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I stare at him, shocked, and Luca just grins at me. “Do you – do you speak Itablio?” I ask.

“I mean, just a little,” he says with a shrug as his family moves eagerly around us, setting out food and drinks, turning on music.

“Of course he speaks Itablio, it’s his native tongue!” his mother says, laughing and coming to press a fizzy orange drink into my hand.

“It is?” I gasp, still staring at Luca. He just laughs and looks away, maybe a little bashful.

“Where!” his Gran says suddenly, pulling my attention back to her. “Where…Rafe!”

“What?” I ask, baffled but bursting into a grin.

“Where…Rafe!” she repeats, looking around the room eagerly.

Luca’s mom laughs and slips an arm around her mother’s shoulder, grinning and speaking quietly to her in their language. I look to Luca, curious.

“Yeah,” Luca says, stepping closer and running a coy hand through his hair. “I kind of forgot to mention that Gran is…kind of obsessed with the royal family.” He lifts his chin towards the corner of the room, and I turn to see a picture of my mom on the wall, looking saintly and smiling beatifically, holding a little baby Rafe in her arms, their cheeks pressed together. A candle burns beneath the painting, and it’s clear that it’s very well cared for.

My mouth drops open in shock and delight.

“Rafe is her favorite,” Luca continues, and I burst out laughing, turning my face back up to his. “She is going to be bummed when she found out that it’s just the Princess today, and not her precious Prince.”

“Principe Rafe!” Gran says again, clapping her hands. “He so…handsome!” Luca’s mom laughs, picking up the end of our conversation.

“Don’t listen to Luca,” she says to me, rolling her eyes at her son. “Gran is, of course, thrilled to meet you, Ariel. We all are.” She opens her arms to me now, and I go to her, letting her wrap me up in her arms too. “I always prayed he had a mate,” Luca’s mom whispers to me, holding me tight, and a true warmth rushes through me at her words. “I didn’t realize he’d be lucky enough to get you.”

She pulls back a little, and cups my cheek in her palm, her eyes filled with tears.

“Mommm,” Luca groans, reaching for me. “I’ve been telling her that our family is fun –“

She laughs, pulling away and shaking her head. “You’re right, you’re right!” she says. “Call me Linda, Ariel – and please, yes, eat! Drink! Have fun! You’re partying with the Grant’s now, and Luca is right – we are a good time.”

Over the next few hours, I learn that this is absolutely true. Luca’s family instantly makes everything easy, pulling me into the cozy, well-worn living room and sweeping me up in their conversation like I’ve been there a hundred times – like I’ve always been there, honestly. I mean, they ask me about my life as Princess, of course, but his family works hard to ensure that I am instantly comfortable in Luca’s home, immediately included in all of the jokes. As time slips by I don’t all feel the revered Princess – which I don’t like, anyway, if I’m being honest – but instead like Luca’s new girlfriend, accepted and loved.

Or at least, I’m feeling quite accepted and loved by everyone in the room except Luca’s uncle, who stands in the corner nursing a beer and frowning, staring into space. He doesn’t make it clear that I’m the source of his dissatisfaction, but he doesn’t look at me.

And the way he scowls down at his drink and refuses any food – man, but anxiety twists in my gut. What possible reason have I given him to not like me?