Page 116 of King Luna

I slap my palms over my heating cheeks. “O-oh, my God, that’s too much solo attention while you’re feeling bad—”

Noah gathers my hands off my cheeks, hugging them to his chest as he kneels beside me. “Hey, hey— Don't worry about me, Luna. I offered this. You're not forcing me.”

“Oh...” I giggle, biting my lips. “I guess you did, yeah.”

Noah’s grin returns for the first time since last night. I didn’t realize how much I craved it until my heart overflows with joy, exciting Noah’s wolf into perking up in our bond.

“So, do you want me to show you what I got you? Or are you not up for it right now?” Noah asks.

I swallow hard. I've never thought to ask Noah to use my toys on me since his body feels so much better than most toys. But now that he's offering, I bet he'd drive me wild.

It burns my cheeks to admit it aloud, but I nod. “Thank you for asking, love. If it’s something you want to do too, I actually think it could be fun.”

Noah bites his lip, but he’s unable to hide his giddy smile. “O-oh. Good. Close your eyes for me, okay?”

I giggle. “Okay.”

Closing my eyes, I slow my shaking breath long enough to notice the aching desire in my core. Without my vision distracting my focus, every sensation heightens as I anticipate his next move.

Noah’s low purr coats me in goosebumps. “I won’t use anything on you that you don’t want, so please, don’t feel obligated. I just thought—”

“No, I—” I sigh. “That’s not why I’m hesitating. I’d like them too much if you were the one in control. That’s why it still feels a bit unfair to be the only one.”

Noah shifts his weight beside me, his breath inching up my neck until his deep voice rumbles beside my ear. “I wasn’t lying when I said this is as much of a treat for me as it would be for you, Luna. I might even enjoy it more.”

I keep my eyes closed, amazed by how much stronger limiting one sense amplifies every other. Noah’s hand on my upper thigh warms my skin with soft, tickling pressure, inching closer to where I want him. His gentle, focused breath brushesmy cheek, gliding over my lips. The warm spot he left behind on the mattress heats my bare back as he sits up, easing my panties off my hips. There’s even more depth to Noah’s voice—his tone soft but deliberate as he purrs through every word. “So, I’ll ask you again: is this what you want right now?”

I swallow hard, my heart picking up the pace as excitement swirls in my core. “Yes. Thank you.”

“You can thank me after I turn you into a happy puddle.”

With my resulting giggles, Noah’s smile is evident in his breathy words.

“Tell me where you want some attention. We’ll start slow.”

Noah’s fingertips ease past my clit, drawing a slow circle around my labia until skating back up again.

I purr alongside him, shimmying into his touch as tingles crawl up my belly. “Mm... Anywhere except my chest. It’s sore today.”

“Anywhere else? Then give me one of your beautiful hands.”

I bite back my smile as I hold out my palm, keeping my eyes closed.

“Alright, Luna, let’s give you a sample of each: pick a letter between A, B, or C to start with.”

I giggle. “Oh, wow. Um— Hmm...”

OCD takes over, at first insisting Imustgo in alphabetical order, then launching into a deeper worry that if I avoid going in alphabetical order in fear of OCD, I’ll be doing a compulsion in fear of doing a compulsion, and, therefore, allowing OCD to ruin my life. Blinking through my rapid-speed catastrophizing, I laugh again, deciding to torture OCD back.

“Then, how about A?”

Noah chuckles with me, but that’s not all my ears lock onto: the soft click of a button whirrs one of the toys to life.

“This is A,” Noah mutters.

I jump as it touches down on my palm, and Noah quickly lifts it off me. “If this is too much—”

“No, it’s—” I squirm a little, the vibrations buzzing through my palm, across my thigh, and echoing to my clit.

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