Lukas Warwick.
She should have seen it sooner. How could she be so stupid, so careless? She had been so focused on herself that she hadn't even considered his name.
It was an old name, from a time before theirs. There was no symbolism in the name Lukas, unlike the current naming trend. Names were one of the only things that passed through humans, partially because humans generally set the trends. The current trend of names that directly referred to a natural or magical phenomenon had just begun to pass out of style in Alaxia, which meant that it was mostly spent out, so it had been going on for quite a while, likely longer than Lukas had been alive. The reference was just obscure enough for her not to have noticed it the first time.
"And his father?" Luna asked in a shaky voice. She prayed with all her might that she would be wrong...
"My father's father's name..." Lukas began, leaning down even closer as he spoke. Luna felt as though if she moved at all she would touch him.
She stopped breathing.
To touch him now... She was done lying to herself. If she touched him now, she would lose every thought she had gathered together over the past few minutes.
She was trapped. Trapped between her body and her mind. Her body had won when she had decided to take up fencing. Her mind had to win now. She almost knew who he was, if only...
"His name was Lukas. Lukas Warwick."
The voice was so close to her ear that she gulped in a breath of air.
Mistake.
Her breasts brushed against his chest.
The solid muscle made the area behind her eyes go white. Seeing his face as she felt him, it was too much. How could one man be so perfect?
Her hand went up to his shoulder, and the other settled on his side with a grip that was both possessive and needy.
Her hands bunched in his shirt, pulling it into streaks over his body.
As she blew out the breath slowly, attempting to get some distance, he followed her.
Oh, fuck. He wanted her too.
She tried to present that he was using her. A princess from an uncultured nation, separated from the majority of the outside land. Someone he could mold however he wanted.
Someone who was falling for him despite the logic. She tried so hard, but it didn't matter. She couldn't get her body back under control.
The sounds coming from her mouth were wanton and needy, and her hips pressed up against his as he ground down against her.
His growl vibrated through her entire body, the sensation causing a violent twitch in her core, heat throbbing through her.
Her entire body was constantly shivering, her hips jerking against his with an unsteady rhythm. His hand traced up her side, and she could hear the cloth tearing before it even happened.
There was only one place this went.
And Luna wasn't fighting it.
Once he had finished his agonizingly slow path up to her shoulder, he grabbed her dress and tore it off with one savage flick of his arm.
The last conscious thought that Luna had was, A Lycan's strength truly is terrifying.
Then there was nothing but a deafening silence in her mind. She didn't know when she fell asleep, but the next thing she knew, it was morning.
Lukas's body was wrapped around her, and his chest was rumbling with a growl. She could feel as well as see his bare chest, but to her surprise, when she reached down, there was no evidence of anything having happened. To be sure, she lifted her hand up to her nose and sniffed it.
Nothing but her.
Hesitantly, she licked her finger. The taste shocked her.
No iron. That meant no blood.
She hadn't lost her virginity.
Luna looked down at Lukas with a complicated expression. Why hadn't he...
There were too many questions.
She slipped off of the bed carefully, attempting not to disturb him.
It didn't work.
He snarled softly, and she froze.
One of his hands closed around her neck.
"Running away so soon, princess?" Lukas's husky voice said from behind her.
"I didn't mean to offend, my lord," Luna replied in a soft, submissive voice.
"I'm sure you didn't."
Fuck.