Page 27 of Luna Rising

“Then point me toward this present.”

Duty, Stop Calling

Ewan waited in the living room while I went upstairs to retrieve my present from the bathroom. As it turned out, it was really a gift for him. Red lace lingerie that conveniently exposed all the naughty parts. Considering how much time I spent naked in front of others, the outfit wasn’t terribly risqué. The matching heels added a touch of sensuality and really upped the likelihood I would take an embarrassing tumble.

I stood at the top of the spiral staircase and stared down at Ewan on the couch, feeling powerful in the lingerie. I knew I looked good, sexy, naughty, and I liked it. For Ewan, I would be whatever he wanted, which was why I had put on the lacy outfit to begin with. But I was rethinking yet again who would enjoy this gift more.

Ewan’s phone was out, his thumbs flying across the screen. Even now, at close to midnight, the pack demanded his attention. It wasn’t like I hadn’t witnessed this firsthand with my father, yet all the times he’d left during dinner to deal with something didn’t compare to this moment.

He’ll never be all mine, I thought.

Ewan’s head shot up as if I’d spoken aloud. He took one look at me and tossed the cell aside, his undivided attention now mine. Having an alpha devour me with his hungry stare did all wonderful things to my lady parts. He could persuade an entire pack with a single thought, and yet only I could capture his entire focus with a single glance. It was a heady, addictive sensation.

I danced my fingers along the railing as I made my way down the stairs, slowing every few steps to stroke the metal and draw out the foreplay. And this little show was most definitely foreplay. The scent of arousal was so thick in the air that I nearly choked on the heavenly aroma.

When I reached the first floor, Ewan beckoned me over with the crook of his finger. I held his gaze and sauntered toward the back of the couch, purposely rubbing my nipple across his cheek when I bent to kiss the top of his head. Ewan tried to capture it between his teeth, but I darted away before he had the chance.

I strode confidently toward the fireplace and stood directly opposite Ewan, enjoying the control I had over him at that moment. I dominated his thoughts and his attention. The gold overshadowed the crimson again in his irises, the wolf in him responding to the one in me.

“Turn around.” He made a circle with his finger.

I turned slowly, letting him admire me from every angle.

“Come here.” He gestured with his hand. “I want to touch you.”

I took a step forward and then reconsidered. Ever since waking up, I’d depended on him. I obeyed him, not because he was my alpha, but because I was too scared of myself to make decisions. No longer. Tonight, I was in control.

“I bet you do.” Hands on my hips, I looked down at myself. “Who wouldn’t?”

Ewan sat back. Interest sparking in his expression. “Everyone might want to, but I’m the only one who does.” His gaze darkened, his voice dangerously close to alpha-level.

The subtle challenge emboldened me. I sauntered forward, stepping up on the coffee table instead of walking around it, and perched on the edge. I crossed my legs and leaned back on my hands, loving the way his eyes blazed trails of flames on every inch of my exposed skin. Hunger burned in his gaze as a fresh burst of desire shot through the bond. He wanted me so badly he could taste me on his tongue.

He parted his lips, and his fangs peeked over his bottom lips. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over my own pointy teeth and moved one hand to my thigh.

“Not the only one.” I slowly uncrossed my legs, giving him VIP access to my members only show. A thin strip of satin with snaps prevented him from seeing everything yet. The heat of his gaze triggered a rush of warmth to my core. I reached between my legs and rubbed myself through the silky fabric. “I can touch myself whenever I want.”

I’d always been confident in the bedroom, but this felt like leveling up big time. Until this moment, I’d relied on my instincts. Now I wondered if they’d led me astray. Was I really ready to be this vulnerable?

“I’m happy to take over, Zara. Don’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

His concern bolstered my confidence. I had started us down this road to assert my independence, to remind him and myself that he didn’t control me. But I found the way he looked at me when I took the reins too enticing to turn back. This wasn’t about vulnerability, or maybe it was. I didn’t really care.

All that mattered was that we were both enjoying ourselves, sharing equally in pleasure. That was one of the many great things about Ewan—he’d never left me disappointed.

I placed the red spiked heel against his chest and pressed against the flannel as I shook my head. “No, sir. Keep your hands to yourself until I’m ready for you.”

Fresh challenge danced in his eyes. “Say it again.”

I pressed the heel harder against him. Ewan leaned into the pointy object like he enjoyed the pain, and then wrapped his fingers around my ankle and lowered my foot to the edge of the couch. I increased the pressure as I rubbed between my thighs, watching him as he watched me and letting that glorious ache build inside of me.

His gaze never strayed from my face, like he found the sight of my parted lips and half-open eyes way more arousing than the main event. I moaned his name and loved the way he practically unraveled in front of me.

“Fuck, Zara,” he growled, free hand going for the button on his jeans.

I shook my head as my fingers found my clit. “No. You made me wait. Now you can wait. Only I touch you tonight.”

He took a deep, unnecessary breath. “Only because this is totally worth it.”

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