Page 28 of Luna Rising

The silk between my legs was soaked. I was so close to the edge that I knew as soon as I touched my clit with my bare fingers, it would be over. Ewan’s grip tightened around my ankle, nostrils flaring as he breathed in my scent.

“I want to watch you cum.”

And I desperately wanted to watch him while he watched me. I finally unclasped the snaps. His chest rumbled as his free hand gripped my other knee. He spread my legs wider, never breaking eye contact.

The next moan to escape my lips was louder and longer when my fingers found just the right spot. My fangs sank into my bottom lip as my spine arched and my hips bucked up from the table. I screamed his name and collapsed onto my back, thighs trembling.

Ewan undressed at hyper speed, appearing as nothing more than a blur as the orgasm rocketed through me. Next thing I knew, he hovered over me in all his perfect naked glory. He hiked one of my legs over his hip, planting his free hand beside mine on the table.

“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

He reached between us, stroking me almost tenderly as the aftershocks made my body vibrate. I was so sensitive that it didn’t take his skilled fingers long before the pressure started to build again.

“Ewan,” I gasped.

“You had your fun. Now it’s my turn. This time, I plan to be inside you.”

My head spun with desire. I wanted him inside me too, to feel that wholly consuming sensation of fullness that accompanied these moments when it truly was the joining of two souls more so than two bodies.

He slid his hand in mine and guided himself inside me with the other. He didn’t move right away, letting me adjust to his size before thrusting his hips.

“You really are my queen, you know.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Anything you want, in the bedroom, in life—I will give you.”

My heart was too full to respond. For the first time, I thought I might cry during sex. I had heard about the phenomenon but never experienced it myself. But for those precious moments, everything felt right in the world. I loved him with every part of my being, and I felt those feelings reciprocated through the bond.

He drew his hips back slowly and then snapped them against my thighs, filling me completely. Ewan swallowed my moans with a kiss before burying his face in my neck. He dragged his fangs along the sensitive skin and buried himself inside me again and again.

Ewan had teased me like this before, but had yet to actually bite me. Until now. The instant his pointy teeth sank in, power and pleasure coursed through me in equal measure. All my nerve endings were on fire. Every touch felt more intense. I wanted to cry happy tears with each thrust.

He drank from me, yet I felt full. Our bond felt deeper, my love for him richer somehow. I wondered if this was how he felt when I drank from him. If so, I understood why he liked it. I was so lost in sensation that all he had to do was press a finger to my clit and I came so hard that I saw spots.

He followed a moment later. His fangs pulled free from my neck, but his other appendage remained where it was happiest. When he kissed me, my blood still lingered on his tongue.

“You taste like sin,” he murmured, running his nose along my chin and down my throat. “Even better, you taste like mine.”

Tears filled my eyes. It felt like I had waited centuries to hear him say those words.

“Did I do something wrong? Was all of this not okay?” His alarm made the teardrops well over and trace salty paths down my cheeks.

“No. I mean, yes. Obviously. I wanted to do this. It’s just a lot.”

He smoothed my hair back from forehead and wiped away the tears with hands that smelled like me. “That’s why I didn’t want to have sex right away. I was worried it would be.”

“It’s not the sex. It’s… I love you. So, so much.”

He stood and scooped me into his arms. “I love you, Zara. I am yours. Forever and always. Every time the moon swells and hangs full in the sky, I will be there. Eternally, in this life and every life after.”

Ewan carried me upstairs and into the bathroom, peeling off the lingerie while the shower water heated. I was too tired to wash my hair, so Ewan scrubbed the shampoo and conditioner in while I rested my head against his chest. My eyes closed as he gently scrubbed my back with a loofa, and I was asleep on my feet by the time he wrapped me in a soft robe and led me to bed.

He brushed my hair as I drifted off to sleep, too exhausted and curious to fight the memories.

The dream pulled me into the past immediately. After meeting Tish, I expected her to play a starring role that night. I found myself disappointed when that wasn’t the case.

I walked arm in arm with Zeno down a palace hallway. We’d bonded under the last full moon nearly a month prior, and I was still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship. I loved Zeno very much, though a part of me knew the king had induced the feelings with magic.

The previous day, King Orrin had sent us an invitation for a private audience. Which only meant one thing—it was time to pick our pack.

The other girls and I met up once a week under the guise of a knitting circle to discuss our new lives openly. Those who’d bonded with their mates before I did had mentioned the pack selection. Iliana talked like it was the most thrilling event of her life, outside trying to make an heir for Stavros, which she taunted me with at every chance.

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