Page 64 of King Luna

I swallow hard. His hands roam low on my waist, skating over my hips before he steps back—his fingers lingering until he can’t reach, like he doesn’t want to let me go.

Except I can feel he really doesn’t. Our bond pulses with heavier desire by the second, spiking higher each time I meet his ravenous stare. Noah and I both know we’re running out of time before dinner, otherwise this pull in our bond would make me ask him if he’d like to drop everything we’ve planned to mate each other senseless. I fist the back of my long skirt, debating if I should turn around, hoist the fabric up and over my hips, and ask Noah to mate me anyway.

No, Aliya. You’re about to meet the top Lycan leaders in the entireworld. We can have sex later.

Forcing myself to flip around and face the mirror, I’m startled by how breathless I look—lips parted beneath rosy cheeks. Noah’s hands station themselves back at my waist, closing the distance between us. But with his presence comes a heavier dose of his scent.

Heat builds in my core, my body calling out in response to his pheromones.

I can’t help it; I rub my knees together, craving his affection.

“Hey.” Noah’s voice is sharp, no matter how quiet.

I grip the icy marble countertop, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Yes, Alpha?”

“We only have twenty minutes, but you’re squirming.”

“I know,” I whisper.

A flash of excitement moves through Noah’s eyes. When he speaks, his voice is even gentler, but it’s far rougher around the edges, morphing into a rumble. “I don’t have time to do what I’ve wanted to do to you the second I saw you in this dress. Which, no, does not fit.”

Staring into his eyes, my Alpha side surges forward, loving Noah’s unspoken dare to squirmmore.

We’ve teased each other back and forth like this more and more lately, mainly when our Alpha sides are both present. And as I tremble with excitement under Noah’s stare, I think I wasright; his Alpha side is even wilder now that I topped his Omega side, his confidence thriving.

So I stand up straighter, removing myself from his arms and making him think I’m cutting our playtime short. Like the sweetheart he is, he silently follows my lead, stepping away to respect my consent.

But I turn side to side, analyzing my swollen chest in the mirror with gentle caresses down my now-exposed side boob.

“Well, this is what I’ll have to wear, then. So you think a little more skin showing on the side is better?”

Noah blinks a few times, his eyes widening as I shove myself back into the halter, propping up my breasts so they’re spilling out the center again.

“And not this, right?” Straining to keep a straight face, I stare Noah dead in the eyes.

Stark, yellow irises stare back.

I break into devious giggles, my chest bubbling with excitement at the sight of his hunting stare. Noah’s cheeks rise with a sly, eager grin, but he doesn’t waste a second as I lift my foot to escape him; just before I dash from the bathroom to tease him further, Noah catches me in a hug.

“Naughtylittle wolf.” Purring against my mark, Noah nips a laughing yelp from me. When he straightens to gaze at me in the mirror again, I snuggle back into his arms, dousing his dress shirt with my scent as delighted pheromones escape my neck from his affections.

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, I soften my voice. “Twenty minutes might be enough for whatIwish I could do with you, my sweet Alpha. I think I could make you squirm much harder than I am.”

Noah’s stare loses its airy playfulness, replaced by a determination that shocks heavy giggles out of me. “Then I’ll make you come twice in thirty.”

I sputter out a laugh. “Noah!”

He chuckles, planting hard, punctuating kisses over my cheeks until I’m laughing even harder. “Oh, I’m not kidding. All my instincts point to pleasing my pregnant Luna, so everyone will just have to meet without us.”

I freeze, startled by the eagerness in his stare. Any second now, I’m expecting him to bend me over the sink for quick, rough sex.

But the next time Noah moves, his touch is slow and calculated. Wide palms skate beneath my arms, Noah’s pointer finger inching up my cleavage until I gasp.

Noah grins wider. “You’re dying to know what I was picturing when you teased me like that, aren’t you?”

I can’t respond; Noah’s fingertips glide over my nipples, sending a tingling shockwave across my torso. I try to moan, but the sound is cut off as I shudder hard, jerking back into Noah’s chest. A hot, solid erection presses against my lower back, and I rub against it, unable to hold still against Noah’s touch.

Noah’s low, purring growl builds a fire in my belly. I reach over my head to cling to his sturdy shoulder, doing my best to hold myself up despite my knees dipping as he teases my breasts faster. Fluid trickles into my panties as my core flutters in preparation for him.

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