(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
“What is it, little mate? Tell me what you want.”
The alcohol buzzed through my system, making my inhibitions melt away like ice in summer heat. I reached up, threading my fingers through Lucas’s dark hair, pulling his face closer to mine.
“I want you,” I whispered, my voice huskier than usual. “All of you.”
A wolfish grin spread across his face, a rare sight to see. “You’re drunk, little mate.”
I pouted, pressing my body against his. “Not that drunk. Just… brave.”
Lucas chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. “Is that what we’re calling it?”
“Mmhmm,” I hummed, my hands boldly sliding under his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. The alcohol had given me a confidence I’d never experienced before. “Liquid courage.”
His eyes darkened as my fingers traced the waistband of his shorts. “Hazel…”
