Page 100 of King Luna

My mate no longer replies in words, breaking into tender, focused mating thrusts. As our hips collide, wet sounds fill the room, my pussy dripping with every deep, intentional thrust against my G-spot. My thighs quiver in his grasp, torn between wanting to lock themselves around him to keep him cuddled close or to spread wide, allowing him deeper.

But Noah fulfills both desires for me, cinching himself tight over my back as his arms lock below my swollen belly, burrowing himself deeper. I smush my head against his, my blinks slow and sated at how safe I feel—my Omega scent gushing from me in response to his.

Drooling onto my shoulder as he nibbles it, Noah spikes my heart into my throat; he nuzzles my faux, fuzzy ear, confirming my suspicions that this outfit drew out the wild side of him I craved. His instinctual brain is in charge, grumbling in embarrassment once he remembers that my fuzzy ears are fake. His playful nip on my earlobe to make up for it jolts pleasure down my spine, but my focus drops to my clit as Noah’s hand slips between my legs. Primal, pleading moans escape me as he applies steady pressure there, amplifying the pleasure expanding in my core.

I’ve never seen myself like this before. Mewling, I arch my back, leaning into Noah’s thrusts. As his hand slams against the headboard, catching his weight over me as he leans into rapid, urgent thrusts, my claws prick into the wood alongside his, my lips gaping as my fangs extend and eyelids flutter.

The second Noah’s hot breath ghosts over my mark, I come hard around his cock, my hips jerking back. Stabilizing my hips, Noah grunts through each thrust, milking out my orgasm until my moans revert into whines. Growling, Noah loses his pace, his soaked thighs smashing into mine as he comes against my cervix. I sputter out a gasp, every inch of me bristling in sensitivity as his knot swells between my legs.

Shaking, we pant over each other, unable to stop whining as we nuzzle in close. Noah’s sweeping palms down my belly soothe me just as much as his tender kiss. As my arms grow too weak to hold myself up, our heads press against the headboard, but I don’t care one bit; all I want is to snuggle up to this beautiful, trusting soul behind me.

My sweet Omega didn’t leave my side once while we mated. As his blissful, nurturing scent gushes from his scent glands, his eyes are just as bright, his touch just as honest.

Smiling through my watery eyes, I press soft kisses all over his gorgeous face between purring, adoring nuzzles.I love you, Noah.

I love you too.

An hour later—once I’m plastered beneath Noah’s pleasure-exhausted limbs—Noah’s soft snores behind my head squeeze my heart in delight. I’m cupping our baby alongside him, unable to sleep.

After a quick mental calculation of our time zone, I close my eyes in relief; I need to share my thoughts with someone else I trust before they explode from me, and luckily, it’s still early afternoon in Greenfield.

Hi, A! Are you busy?I mindink Amy.

When a whisper of her excited, cheery energy finds mine within our pack bond, I break into a beaming grin.

Amy responds almost instantly.Not for you, babe! Is everything okay?

My heart lodges into my throat. Dammit, I forgot how scary it’s about to be to share this with her. But my anxiety doesn’t sour my smile.

Noah and I figured something out about who I am. I wanted to hear your thoughts before I tell anyone else, but it’s something huge.

And you think my thoughts are going to be anything except for ‘I believe you’ and ‘congratulations?’

Biting back a laugh, I only smile wider.You’re right, I should’ve known better. But I didn’t know this was possible, A. Noah didn’t either.I quiet my shaking breath the best I can, hoping Noah stays asleep despite my booming nerves.I think I’m both an Omega and an Alpha. Noah and I are calling me an Omega-Alpha.

After a few silent seconds, Amy’s energy tightens closer to mine in our pack bond than I’ve ever felt it, stealing my breath; it’s like she’s hugging my soul with hers. Tears cloud my eyes through my gushing smile.

Oh, my God, I didn’t think about it being possible before either, but of course it is! Holy shit, that’s incredible, Aliya! I’m so touched you wanted to share this with me first.

I droop into my pillow in relief.I love you.

I love you too, babe. But what made you come to this conclusion? Those assholes aren’t giving you a hard time for your scent, are they?

How did you guess?

...That was sarcasm, huh.

Tightening my stomach through a laugh, I can’t stop smiling.Yes, it most certainly was. I expected them to be jerks, in general, so their negative opinion on my Alpha-ness surprisingly hasn’t bothered me as much as I expected. But Annika, our Queen Luna, looked so scared of me at one point today when I had to defend Noah. My Alpha side has been coming out to protect us more and more, but it’s far more potent now, so I’m not sure if she was reacting to my scent, or if she was joining the Lycans looking at me like I’m an absolutefreak. Now I’m afraid to see her tomorrow and find out she’s not a new friend after all.

What makes you think she doesn’t accept you? I believe you, of course, but is it possible this is another worst-case scenario taking hold?

Furrowing my brows, I breathe through the ache in my chest as Annika’s wide, frightened eyes come back to mind.

She ran from me.It stings coming out.

You mean like when I bolted after the first time you showed off your Alpha side, scaring Mason away?Amy’s reply spikes my heart rate.

Well, yes. That’s why I wanted to get your opinion on Annika’s reaction too.

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