Page 196 of King Luna

Just when goosebumps reach my nipples, Noah’s lips caress my soaked labia, making me jolt with pleasure.

His eyes flit up to mine, green with half-shifted lust. “Too much?”

“It’s good today. So good that I can’t hold still.”

The second I say this, Noah kisses my pussy again. But this time, it’s slow and tender, the crawl of his lips easing over my sensitive skin.

Goosebumps wrack my body, devouring my skin until I’m red-hot.

Oh, my God. My hormones are in full force, almost heat-like. It’s the first time Noah has brought me to heat since I had Ari.

And Noah can certainly smell it, letting out a low, pleased purr. I sputter out a gasp at the vibration against my clit, but Noah doesn’t give me a second to process how good it feels—he cups my ass in one palm, holding my wriggling hips in the other with a firm but loving grasp as he kisses me again and again, dragging more fluid from my core.

I can’t stop the heat from talking. “M-more— Please, please—”

Noah growls, unsatisfied that he's making me beg. But the frustrated glint in his eyes only excites my wolf, lifting my hips to his mouth. His kisses morph into tonguing makeouts with my pussy, his breath colliding against my clit in pumping bursts between each lick. My legs shake beside his cheeks, my body rocking over his face.

I can hardly breathe through pleading moans. “Oh— Oh!”

Noah’s tongue slathers every inch of my pussy, dragging back and forth until I’m soaked. My thighs widen as far as they can stretch. No matter how hard I want to rub my pussy all over his lips, my back keeps arching up off the bed in delight—until I squirt hard, my orgasm surprising me with a vibrant burst of pleasure.

Noah holds my bucking hips in both hands, worshiping me with his tongue as it speeds across my flexing core. He drinks up the entirety of my orgasm, his low, needy growls buzzing my clit so deliciously that I grip his hair harder than I mean to, crying out in delight.

I collapse back onto the mattress, struggling to catch my breath. But when Noah stands, towering over me at the bedside,he’s faring worse than me: the front of sweatpants stretches to its limits, forcing him to wince as he adjusts his eager shaft.

And I want to blow him more than ever.

I grip his hips with my thighs, locking my ankles behind them to draw him closer. Noah swipes his hand over his wet lips, stumbling forward as his chest heaves to catch his breath.

“Can I lick you into lasting longer too?” I ask.

Noah steadies his breath, still licking the taste of me off his lips. “Fuck, I-I’d like that.”

I bite back my smile. Noah freezes, sensing I’m about to pounce.

Hoisting myself up on shaky arms, I flounder on my way to him. We both laugh at my wiggly limbs, still weak with how heavily Noah pleasured me. He helps me reposition myself onto my knees, and I bend to kiss his shaft. Noah’s warm hand skates down my spine, my shirt still hiked over my breasts and leaving my lower back exposed.

I can’t contain my yearning for Noah. I want him to feel how much I cherish him. How connected I feel to him.

But Noah doesn’t expect the fervor in me; his lungs hitch as I drag my tongue over his cock, loving his soft warmth against my lips. I coat all of him in my affection, massaging the sensitive underside of his shaft with my thumbs to hold it in place for what I really want to do—kiss the fluid from his leaking tip.

As I stroke him, I kiss his reddening glans, again and again, until his hips jerk from the sensitivity he must feel, gripping my hips to stabilize himself. I purr, satisfied by how desperate he sounds. But that only makes Noah grip my pelvis tighter.

My pussy clenches, craving more of his reaction. I suckle my lips over his swelling shaft, applying soft pressure over it until his entire tip slips past them. I greet it with soft teases from my tongue. My eyelids flutter shut at the pleasure humming through our bond, Noah’s shaky breath warning of how good hefeels even though I’ve just started. Noah stoops over the bedside, his knees shaking. It only encourages my tongue to work faster. Harder.

I purr around his warm tip, drawing him deeper, and he huffs, jerking further into me. His tip brushes my soft palate on its own accord, forcing me to swallow hard.

Heat pools in my groin, building into a marvelous ache. It only makes me moan around his bulging tip again, spurring Noah into heavy, unrestrained groans.

Noah’s stomach shudders against my head as I pull him as deep as I can. “O-oh, my fucking—”

Let yourself enjoy it, Alpha. I won’t let it hurt me.

He softens his tense abdomen, flexing into my lips as they skate back over the end of his tip to catch my breath, giving him quick kisses.

But when I bob back down this time, I take him as far as I can stretch my jaws, holding him there. I swallow back spit, my eyes watering at how massive he is. But this makes Noah whimper out a moan, his torso squirming on the edge of release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

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