Page 31 of King Luna

I try to sputter out a laugh, but a soft gasp follows it, my thighs squeezing together as Noah’s stare lands on mine.

A grin stretches across his face. Noah checks over both shoulders before allowing me to see a quick flash of green in his teal irises. “Naughty girl. You better let me get this scent blocker out, or we’ll both get ourselves into trouble.”

Shit. Maybe I’m more of a mess than I realized. Heat strikes my groin harder, my core clenching from his words. Like clockwork, a yearning scent seeps from my scarf, flooding the space around us.

Noah stifles any outward reaction towards my exploding scent, but he can’t hide his internal response from me; as Noah’s desire builds in our bond, his chest inflates, heightening mybreath. Keeping his hand stationed over my head, he finally digs out the small vial with his free hand, passing it to me.

I shakily screw off the lid. “God, I’m all over the place today. What the hell is going on?”

Stroking my hair back, Noah doesn’t respond. He squats, cupping the back of my neck with one hand as he brings the other to my forehead.

Meeting my eyes, Noah lifts one eyebrow.Do you feel like you’re going into a pregnancy heat? Look at your wolf.

This shocks the horny haze out of me. I blink a few times, gripping Noah’s forearms. Like Noah said, my wolf has rolled over in our bond, begging to be mated.

I grip Noah’s wrists.Wait, do you think? I know pregnancy can really do a number on Omegas and cause all sorts of hormonal waves, but I’ve never understood this one: normally, all I want during my heats is for you to get me pregnant. But I’m already pregnant. Why would I ever need to go into a temporary heat?

The point isn’t only to get pregnant. It’s to bond with a heat partner worthy enough to take proper care of you—and your pups. Which means I need to do my job of cooling you off, as soon as possible.

Tugging my scarf off, Noah reaches for the base of my hoodie. I squirm, my chest rising on instinct to present myself to him, but Noah’s sharp, focused stare lands on mine.

“Behave.” Noah’s growling grumble pins me in place, forcing me to take sharp, quiet breaths: a rabbit freezing beneath a wolf’s stare.

But as Noah’s smile spreads back over his cheeks, mine quickly matches his; he’s both taming me and teasing more reactions out of me, just the way I like it—and we both know it.

I try as hard as I can not to continue wiggling in my seat, loving the thrill racing through my chest as I challenge his wolf back, staring him straight in the eyes.

“Make me,” I whisper.

Noah chuckles, shaking his head. “Be careful what you wish for, little Alpha.”

I frown. “You’re lucky I’m little, and you know it.”

This rouses a rumbling, infectious laugh out of Noah, stirring my heart in absolute delight. I beam up at him, lifting my jaw to flash his mark on my neck—teasing him with a silent invitation to bite me again.

Noah swallows hard. “Not fair.”

Dabbing a bit of the scent blocker onto his wrist, Noah covers up the spot I just scent-marked on his arm. I scowl, and Noah chuckles, bringing it to his nose.

“Hmm. Pretty effective... Sadly.”

My shoulders soften, my wolf perking back up now that she knows her mate hasn’t rejected her doting scent mark.

Noah hovers his wrist in front of my face. “But what does my pregnant Luna’s nose think? You’re way better at this than me.”

Inhaling softly, I’m surprised; I don’t smell a single thing. But gripping his wrist, I sniff a little deeper. Then I frown.It still smells like horny Omega scent at its core.

Noah sniffs it harder this time, and my eyes catch on a passerby behind us. They’re polite enough not to stare, but I bite my lips, staving off laughter as Noah pretends he’s bringing that hand up merely to fix his hair.It’s a bit more natural that way. I think it mainly removes your delicious, sweet pregnancy scent, rather than erasing your scent, as a whole.

As Noah grips the vial, I gather my hair off my neck, holding it up behind my head. Dotting a few drops onto his fingertips, Noah stoops over me, slipping the cool liquid over my burning neck. I suck in a sharp breath, my knees squeezing tight as hegives my scent gland a soft, circling massage, sending a tingling buzz down my torso until pleasure pools between my legs. My pussy flutters with every circle, and Noah’s eyes locked on my reaction only heightens my nerves.

“Breathe through it,” he whispers.

I let out a slow, shaky breath as his hand retracts, hovering over my neck’s opposite side. But as he strokes over the second gland, his swooping, tender pressure drops my jaw. I lean into it, purring at the echoed sensation it stirs between my legs.

“Fuck.” Noah slips both hands over both sides of my neck to block out another wave of my scent creeping through. “You might need more of this stuff, at this rate.”

I blow out a shaky exhale. “It’ll just make it worse if you keep rubbing me with it. It feels so nice.”

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