Page 65 of King Luna

“On one hand, I could still do what I wanted to when I first saw you in this.” Sliding the fabric just a touch further, Noah pops my left nipple from my dress. With easier access, his fingertips swirl faster. Sharp bursts of sensation build with each circle he makes, my nerves buzzing strongly enough for me to writhe beneath his teasing—until I can’t take it anymore, gripping his hands to freeze them in place.

As I pant, trembling through each hard breath, Noah’s grin softens into a yearning stare. I swallow hard, my pounding heartpumping heavier blood flow between my thighs. Noah’s shaft prods me in the back, as if in response to my urgency.

Pulling my dress straps back up and over my nipples, Noah exposes the sides of my breasts again. “But now that we’ve tested out this quick fix, there’s a lot more I could do without overstimulating you. I don’t even have to undress you.”

All ten of my fingertips grip the marble countertop, anticipation boiling in my core. Noah leans over me, smoothing hot palms around my swollen belly before swooping back up my hips.

On instinct, I bend over. Stretching up on my toes, I try my best to reach his throbbing shaft through his slacks, my ass rubbing up against him as my wolf begs me to present myself for mating. Losing his calm coolness, Noah huffs out a harsh breath, his hips jerking against me as one wide palm grips my lower back.

Noah hugs me around my shoulders, lifting my chest. One hand holds my hips tight to his as the other releases my shoulders, dragging down my sternum—until he scoops my breast into his palm.

Dragging his lips down my shoulder, Noah exhales his hot breath over my exposed skin. I let out a soft moan, urging his cupping hand to squeeze my breast a little tighter. When he gives in to my request, my skin plump between his thick fingers, I tremble at the heavy, massaging pleasure he pulses through my torso with each soft squeeze.

As Noah plants soft kisses over the outer curve of my breast, licking and nipping my side boob, I can’t help but let out a needy whine. By this point, he’s drowning me in his horny scent, and I can hardly stand how heavily my clit has swollen—aroused until it aches.

And Noah hasn’t even touched me below my waist. My mouth parts through my airy breaths as my pussy flexesurgently; I can’t stop picturing how heavily we’ll mate in mere minutes, loving the spontaneity of this moment.

Noah’s gaze zips to mine in the mirror, his wolf shining through their focused intensity. “I’ve got you, sweet Omega. Back up so your cute little belly doesn’t bump the countertop while we have our fun.”

“Like this?” Grinning, I shimmy back until my ass falls flush against his hips.

Noah chuckles. “That’s my good girl. Now lean your weight against the counter and relax, please.”

Easing onto my forearms, I flinch as my exposed breasts bump the chilly marble. But my focus is quickly brought lower; my thigh muscles flex as Noah grasps handfuls of my skirt, pooling it up and over my waist. He shoves my skirt far up my back, his hands smoothing over my skin as I bend over deeper in a wolflike stretch.

“Beautiful,” Noah whispers, his hands limbering up my muscles with luxurious, deep massages along my arched spine. “That’s my girl. Keep feeling into your instincts for me.”

My claws extend on their own, urged out by Noah’s purred praise. I’m overwhelmed by how pleased my wolf is; I don’t think I’ve felt this taken by Noah in a while—not with how sick I’ve felt lately—but now I can’t seem to stop letting him see more of my primal, wolf-y behaviors. Especially when he reacts to them. Notices them, and encourages me to be more like me.

Nuzzling my face in my folded arms on the countertop, I flush red hot as I purr along with him. Noah drops his slacks to the floor with a clatter of his belt. My back arches at the sound, lifting my ass higher in the air.

Kissing up my spine, Noah purrs between my shoulder blades. “Gorgeous, gorgeous Omega. You smell so beautiful, my love.”

“Noah,” I breathe beneath the cover of my arms. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Good,” he whispers, caressing me all over.

By now, I can hardly stand him hovering behind me without rubbing up on me. But I don’t know how to reach him in this position—not unless he stoops low for me, like he does when he’s rutting. If he wasn’t so tall, it’d be easier to have sex like this without him having to bend so deeply, and while I’m also forced to lift myself higher on my toes.

But as I prod him with my ass, his boxers work in my favor today, pinning his cock at the perfect height to nudge my core. I suck in a tight breath, loving how warm he feels between my legs. When I push myself back a little heavier, rubbing the soaked core of my panties against his tip through his tented boxers, Noah hisses.

“Fuck— Hang on, I was about to—” Noah’s hands roam up and down my sides, his hips bucking against my urgent rubbing until his shaft glides between my labia through our underwear.

Noah lets out a genuine growl this time, but to my dismay, his hips disappear from behind my raised ass.

Lifting my head, I try to control the disappointment in my expression, but I can’t; I watch in the mirror as my eyebrows contort in distress, my lips parting in complaint.

But in the reflection, Noah’s devious grin returns behind me. I don’t have time to contemplate why; thick fingers shove the clingy, soaked core of my panties to the side. They rub wide, slick circles through my wet labia, blurring my head with the pleasure he swirls up my abdomen. I let out a louder moan than I mean to, my hips rocking in time with the wet sounds he’s producing between us.

Embarrassment seeps through me before I can prevent it from flooding our bond; my volume caught my attention in the mirror. I take a better look at myself quivering over Noah’sfingers, quieting myself in the process from how raw it feels to watch myself enjoy his touch.

But Noah growls through his purr. “Don’t think. Keep letting yourself be all instinct.”

Huffing out sharp breaths, I settle my burning forehead against the marble countertop, spreading my knees wider to allow Noah easier, deeper access to my pussy. To my delight, Noah’s fingers slip in and out of me, gathering lubrication to lather every inch of the sensitive skin between my legs.

I don’t care if he’s making a mess of me; I let out a shuddering moan, unable to fully process how loving of a deep massage he’s already giving me. With each swoop in and out of me, thick fingers splay my pussy wider, opening me up before sliding back out, treating my clit with wet, focused swirls of his fingertips. Each time he repeats this cycle, my pleasure heightens. By the time his fingers push far enough inside me to knead against my G-spot, Noah pressing slow and deep against the front wall of my pussy, I’m a sputtering, gasping mess, my calves aching with my desperation to stretch higher on my toes.

But my wolf growls through me.

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