Page 24 of King Luna

After scrubbing any remaining bits of myself, I grip Noah’s arm—stopping him just before his hands run over his swelling shaft. Sliding my soapy palm beneath his heavy balls with one hand, I sweep down his plump cock with the other, giving him a gentle rub. Noah’s breath hitches as my fingertips skate down his shaft’s sensitive underside, just before they circle his tip. His erection boosts to full mast, and I can’t help but smile at the heavy flushing I’ve created on his tan cheeks. Cupping my palms, I collect warm water, rinsing every last bubble from his sensitive, swollen shaft. Noah shudders, pressing my wet forehead to his lips and holding me there.

Reaching behind Noah, I shut the shower off. “Let’s get you dry.”

Noah hobbles after me out of the shower, not allowing me out of his range of motion a single inch—his hands dragging over my hips and lower back until my pussy flexes faster.

I laugh, scooting my hips out of his reach to throw one of our fluffy, white bath towels over his broad shoulders. As I quickly scrub him off, Noah growls, pressing our hips back together.

“I have a feeling you’re about to kill me,” he mutters.

Sputtering out a laugh, I scrub my legs dry, gripping Noah’s arm for balance. “Killyou? That wasn’t exactly the plan.”

After a sleepy chuckle, Noah groans. Letting his towel flop to the tile without a single care, he ushers me out of the bathroom with a steady press of his palm on my back.

I have to laugh with him. “We’re still soaked!”

“Yeah, and we’re gonna get soaked again in bed, at this rate. By both of us.”

Letting out a giddy cackle, I chase him to the bedroom, leaving little puddles on the hardwood floor with every step.

Noah drops himself onto the bed first, helping me up after him with eager hands. “How do you want me?”

Biting my lip does nothing to stop my bursting smile—it erupts from me as heavily as my Alpha musk. My heart hammers as I witness the intense reaction my scent spurs in Noah: inhaling hard, Noah’s irises flicker back to their brightest gold, his cock flexing with urgency.

By now, I’m bathing Noah in my scent. It feels miraculous to free this unexplored side of myself, but that doesn’t mean it’s perfectly comfortable; nerves spiral through both of us in our bond, likely the only thing keeping us from caving early and fucking in the shower.

I don’t want to overwhelm Noah. In my heart, I know I don’t.

But a core, unavoidable part of me is taking over my body. My Alpha-like tendencies likely don’t compare to Noah’s full-fledged Alpha side, but I’m filled with empathy for how Noah must feel when he falls into a rut: I’m shocked by how overpowering the urge feels to surround Noah with my Alpha-like scent until he writhes beneath me with pleasure. It takes tremendous effort to focus on anything else.

My voice shakes. “On your back for me, please.”

Noah swallows hard, his eyes sweeping down my bare body. But despite our clear nerves, Noah lays back; he still wants this.

And I want to top him.

Straddling his waist, I kneel above him. My soaked hair has glued itself to my breasts and back, so I fetch the hair claw I left on my nightstand, tossing my hair up behind my head.

With a clear view of all of me, Noah’s palms land on my damp thighs, warming them as his thumb catches a stray water droplet trickling down my inner leg. I suck in a sharp breath at how sensitive it feels, catching his hands before his electric touch jolts me into the air.

Noah’s eyes zip to mine. My heart lurches; it’s the first time his Alpha side has made a true effort to challenge me back all night. I hold his stare, my wolf shivering with excitement in our bond. But as I settle myself down over Noah's lap, pinning his seeping cock against his abdomen, Noah sucks in a tight breath. With gentle circles of my hips, Noah’s eyes roll back as they shut. Another gush of his Omega-like scent hits my nose, and I purr.

Yes, this is what I want.

But I should make sure Noah’s faring okay; a flash of nerves crash through him with this last release of his scent.

It takes everything within me to steady my voice. “You okay?”

With lips parted, Noah simply nods. But when his eyes flutter back open, I freeze.

This is him; Noah’s wolf stares back with those vivid, golden irises. While I intended to draw out his Omega side over time, I didn’t expect him to show up now. Not right away. His scent might still be subdued, afraid to fully present itself, but no matter how many times I draw in another breath, all I smell isa blissed-outOmega. Which means Noah trusts me to witness him at his most vulnerable.

And the emotions laced into Noah’s scent scream as clearly as his heaving chest; he’s craving me.

Yep, this is the last time I’m seeing in full color for the night. Before I can stop her, my wolf takes charge, lacing her fingers with Noah’s. Pressing his hands to the mattress beside his shoulders, I purr over him, dragging the tip of my nose down the mark I left on his jugular’s scent gland. Noah’s breath hitches, his jaw tilting in a near-fawn. I can’t get enough of it, inhaling lungfuls of his delicious, flowery scent.

Prowling over him, I drag my tongue down his sternum, lapping up every water droplet I find. Noah hisses, his cock twitching beneath me and bumping my clit. A growl pushes from my chest, my grip tightening against Noah’s hard squeeze of my hands. My tongue trails the edges of his pecs, cherishing their swell as of late—every day, my poor mate chases Alphas who don’t understand they have no damn chance, bulking Noah out even further by giving him an extra boost of training. But when I slather his left nipple in my attention, giving it a soft suckle, Noah jerks beneath me, letting out the smallest gasp.

It takes everything within me to force myself to sit up, checking in on Noah’s expression. But he eases back into the pillows, his lips parted and cheeks darker than ever as another desperate, saccharine blast of Omega-like scent hits my nose.

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