Page 25 of King Luna

Fuck. He’s a blissed-out puddle of lust, and it’s all my fault.

I can’t get enough of it.

Is this how Noah feels when he melts me into the bed sheets, burying me in his Alpha musk? Just like the day I let Noah mark me, it’s not dominance I’m craving over him; it’s Noah’s buttery, whimpering reaction.I’mdoing this to him. He’s squirming beneath me, and I want more of it.

But Noah knows my weaknesses too: his big palms drag up my rib cage, forcing me to jerk upright with a cry. Gripping his hands around my over-sensitive breasts, I prevent Noah from roaming further.

Noah’s sly grin sinks deep into my core, pulsing wet heat through me until I’m certain I’m more soaked between my legs than on the back of my neck, my hair dripping down my spine.

Chuckling, Noah blinks up at me. “Sorry, little Alpha. I had to tease you back before you made me come in, like, sixty seconds—and with you barely even touching me.”

I huff out a breathy laugh, rolling my hips over his cock. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Does it still feel okay if I touch you here, though? After you acclimate for a second?” Noah brushes my darkened nipples with wide thumbs, pushing hard, heated breaths from my lips. “You seem extra sensitive. More than the other night.”

I grip his hands tight to my chest again, shuddering. “Every part of me is extra sensitive now, but you’re so gentle with me that it’s nice.”

“And you don’t feel sick? Or too tired?”

My shoulders soften. “I’m okay, my love. I’ll tell you if we need to stop.”

With this, Noah seems to finally, fully sink into the pillows. I rest my weight over him too, my thighs squishing over his hips. As I drag my fingernails up and down his stomach, back and forth over his chest hair, Noah purrs. Deepening my touch into a kneading massage, I can’t stop more and more of my Alpha musk from leaking out. How can I, with the sight of my gorgeous mate in front of me, his eyes heavy-lidded and his jaw softened in bliss?

Shimmying my pelvis, I spread my labia over Noah’s hardening shaft. With a groan, Noah grips my thighs, raising both of our hips as he grinds up against me.

I slow my massage, sweeping down his torso. “Relax, my love. Keep letting me treat you.”

Noah smiles, his eyes flickering back open. “You want me to be a pillow prince?”

Giggling, I slip my wet pussy over him faster, delighted by his slow, heavy blinking in reaction. “Yep, you got it.”

Noah chuckles, but he peers at me through his eyelashes—his puppy-dog stare presenting itself.

That’s when the true depths of his scent hits: beneath his usual cinnamon, spicy-yet-sweet scent, a blast of enticing sugar hits my nose. I’ve never smelled Noah like this before. Never so raw, so vulnerable, or so afraid—yet so absolutely daring, as if to say,Fuck it all, I’m showing you this part of me, anyway.

He’s mesmerizing.

My fangs extend beyond my control, a growl escaping my lips as I roll my hips in rapid circles, struggling to stave off the pulsing ache in my jaws—my wolf begging me to mark him again. Noah sucks in a startled breath below me, but it’s a heated one, squirming against my rocking movements. Tilting my weight forward, I slip back and forth over his tip, using my clenching pussy to suckle the sensitive gland. He’s already leaked against his abdomen, so I drag our fluids between us, circling my widening core over his flexing shaft.

Noah’s chest labors beneath my hands, another eruption of his scent escaping him with a hard squeeze of his eyes. But before I can ask if he’s okay, he whispers, “Thankyou. Keep going.Please.”

My heart flips as I realize I just soaked him with another deluge of musk, pushing more of his sweet scent out; he’s not thanking me for using my pussy to give him a sloppy, wet handjob, he’s thanking me for showing this hidden Alpha side of myself, allowing him to do the same with his Omega side.

I can’t believe this is happening to us. A deep part of me questions if it’s okay. If it’s allowed.

But there’s no mistaking that my wolf loves it, courting Noah’s wolf with hard, heavy licks of his neck in our bond. Noah’s eyelids flutter as his breath escapes him in harsh gasps. With that, I can’t hold back anymore, my scent pouring from me.

As I slip my pussy faster over him, his tip dips into my core; I’m aching so badly for him, my body has opened up wide on its own. But I want more. Tilting my hips, I work my gaping core further over his tip before pushing my ass back, immersing him inside me.

When Noah gives out a faint, pleased moan, every inch of my body shivers, delighted by how soft his skin feels inside me. I work him deeper, arching my spine until I can drop my ass back on his lap, massaging my G-spot with his spongy tip. As I let out a purring moan, Noah’s back arches beneath me, his moans amplifying. I pound myself over his cock again and again, craving more of his reaction. His touch sweeps up my body, his breath rapid.

Wild, ravenous eyes meet mine. Gripping the back of my neck, Noah pulls me to his lips. I drape myself over him, moaning into his mouth as I inhale a deep lungful of his hungry scent. His scent’s sweet, desperate cry of arousal flexes my pussy around his shaft. Noah tightens his grip on my ass until his claws poke my skin.

I growl. “You smellsogood, my love. I can’t get enough.”

With this confession, I’m hit with another wave of Noah’s sweet, flowery scent. It jerks my hips over him, my body shuddering with delight. Noah urges me into a heated kiss, his hips writhing beneath my thighs. As we hum through a thorough, tonguing makeout, I smush my ass down in his lap, gripping his cock with soft squeezes of my core to slow my pace.Noah’s fingers tremble over my hips as I roll them in circles, massaging every angle of his shaft inside me.

“A-Aliya—” He breathes.

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