My chest does a funny little squeeze, and I almost lose my breath at the thought that maybe she tried to escape out the window after all. Tucking my towel around my hips, I sneak down the hall and press my ear to her door. When they say “lovesick,” they’ve got it right, because this is an illness I can’t seem to shake.
I can’t hear anything but deep breathing, so she must be asleep. But I have to know for sure, have to see with my own eyes that she’s here, in our home. Slowly, I turn the door handle to her room. It doesn’t make a sound
as it unlatches. I open the door and wait for a shoe to be thrown at me or maybe one of the kitchen knives. When she doesn’t hurl anything my way, I step into the bedroom I set up just for her, knowing she’d want her own space.
“Luna,” I whisper in the darkness, turning over the beautiful word in my mouth, my fingers curling against the urge to touch her soft skin, to make sure she’s real.
I’ve seen she’s here, and I know I should leave, but I can’t seem to go. I have to be near her.
She doesn’t move, just lies there with the sheet over her rising and falling with each breath. I step closer, standing over her and watching her breathe. Her plump lips are parted, her lashes curling against her cheek, a picture of sweet innocence. I pull the sheet up, covering her shoulder. She sighs and gives a sexy little moan, rolling onto her back. The sheet slides from her body, leaving her gloriously naked, the outlines of her curves visible in the faint moonlight streaming in the window.
I swallow hard, trying not to gape at her body, at the way her legs are slightly spread, her shaved pussy bare and scented like the sweetest nectar. My mouth waters, and my cock throbs. I made her come twice today, but I want to taste her now, to lick her until I’ve had my fill of her and she’s
come on my face. I remember how much she liked that the first time we were together.
She was thinner then, with more hair. Why the fuck is her pussy shaved now? Is she fucking the filthy outlaws she’s been living with? That has to be it. How else would she even know to do that? I’ve heard the rumors in town, how they fight the men at the rough bars on that side of town and fuck their way through all the women they can get their dicks in. Rage pulses in my temples. They have no right to touch the likes of my sweet Luna.
Before I can think about it, I step forward and lower myself between her open legs. I just want to see her better. As softly as I can, I press my palms to the tops of her inner thighs and spread her open. My cock throbs, and my wolf growls for more. I can smell her sweet cunt, how wet it smells, like it flows with the nectar of the gods. Closing my eyes, I lean down and take a long, deep breath, inhaling her fragrance that makes my wolf go mad inside me. He still thinks she’s our True Mate.
I wrestle for control as he roars to get free, to have at her. Leaning down, I promise him just a taste. I let the very tip of my tongue touch her. The taste of her invades me, takes me over. Unable to stop myself, I sweep my tongue along her inner folds and circle her clit. Excitement flares in my
belly and cock like I’m on a good hunt, but the reward is a thousand times better than the first bite of fresh blood.
I let my tongue linger at her clit, pressing lightly until I feel it throb in response. She lets out a moan and murmurs sleepily. She’s mine, and when she’s not fighting it tooth and claw, she wants me to claim her. My wolf feels hers calling to him, to us, wanting us as much as we want her.
She shifts her hips, angling her pelvis toward my mouth. That’s all the invitation I need. I slide my tongue as deep as it will go inside her. She moans, and I feast on her sweet pussy, licking her with more insistence, sucking and thrusting my tongue into her snug little hole.
She grips the sheets suddenly, jerking beneath my mouth. “What are you doing?” she hisses.
“I’m making you feel good,” I say, my voice a moan of torment. “Don’t you like it?”
A beat of silence meets my ears, and I hesitate before continuing. “Yes,” she finally whispers, her head falling back on the pillow.
It’s the best word I’ve heard all day-hell, it’s the best word I’ve heard since she ran from my house the first time. I dive back in, determined to give her pleasure until she can’t bear it. I thrust my tongue deep inside her, fucking her tight cunt until she moans and buries her hand in my hair, pulling me in and opening her legs wide to let me go deeper. I want to slam
my cock into her, fuck her until she screams for more. But this isn’t about me.
When her slick coats my tongue and she comes, I can hardly contain myself. She cries out in wordless pleasure, bucking under me. At last, she sinks back to the bed. But I’m just getting started.
I begin again, drawing back and moving to her clit, swirling my tongue around it to build her back up as she pants and whimpers, helpless against the pleasure I can give. I suck and nibble her lovely pearl while sliding a finger into her juicy entrance. After a minute, she starts to buck against me, and I add another finger, feeling the snug but delicious stretch of her cunt. I work a third one in, and she gasps and cries out, her hips writhing as I ease the third finger deeper, until it’s gripped with the others inside her hot, slick entrance.
The sight makes me lightheaded, and I let my other hand roam her body, caressing her silky skin, fondling her breasts, then pinching her nipple between my thumb and finger. She lets out a mewling cry, and I begin to thrust my fingers deep inside her dripping pussy as hard as I can. Then I lean down, licking her slippery clit before latching on and suckling at it. She shrieks as she comes hard, thrashing under me like a wild animal as her walls clench around my fingers and her clit throbs against my tongue over and over.
She falls back with a long moan afterwards. Her body shudders, and her grip on my fingers loosens. I slide my hand from between her legs and lick her cum from my fingers like I did before, licking my lips and savoring the taste and smell of her on my face. The connection of our wolves thrums between us, as if they were never separated, as if they can’t be. I crawl up the bed and lay beside her, wrapping my arms around her. She’s still breathing hard, and her skin is misted with a sheen of sweat.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” I ask, knowing full well that she did. But I want her to admit it aloud, so she has to hear it for herself.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I stroke her silken breasts, fingering her nipples into tight buds and relishing the way she sucks in a breath.
“I’ll make you feel this good every day,” I promise. “I’ll do anything for you, Luna, without asking for anything in return. I just want you to be mine, to give you all the pleasure you deserve. It won’t even be a sacrifice to forgo my own orgasm. Pleasuring you is all I need. Having you here is all I need.”
I wait for her to answer, to say anything, hating that I need her to agree so fucking badly. But I don’t push. As I remain by her side, waiting for her to answer, I continue to massage and caress her breasts, belly, waist, and
hips. My cock is so hard I could explode, but I won’t ask for anything from her. I will only give until she wants to give back.
Finally, she rolls to her side and faces me. “You’ve said that a couple of times-that you’ll do anything for me.”
Soft light glimmers in her eyes as she regards me.
“I did. And I meant every word. What do you want, my love?” I reach for her hand and press her knuckles against my lips.
“Anything at all?” she says. “Anything.”
“What if you don’t like it?”
“I don’t have to like it. I only care that you’re happy and at my side.” “If you want me to be happy…”
“I do,” I say firmly. “What do you need, Luna love?” I scoot closer and kiss her neck, her collarbone, and the top of her breasts.
“I want to go home,” she says. “Back to the triplets.”