Page 68 of King Luna

I groan. “It’s just for fun. It doesn’t matter—”

Noah’s words come out pleading and breathy. “Aliya, I can’t help it. I’m going to knot you, hard.”

“Please,” I gasp. “Please do, Alpha—”

As if he can’t help himself, Noah lets out a strangled groan, his hips restarting. I choke out a gasp as his budding knot stretches me wider at the base of his cock, applying tingling pressure on my clit—all while his tip rubs the deepest part of me. Noah’s hand drops my ponytail in a frenzy, grasping my thighs. He drops his weight over me, rocking into me with my ass pressed tight to his hips.

I feel so full with his pleasure in our bond that my moans escalate beyond my control, rising until a flood of fluid gushes from me. Noah’s resulting heavy, sated moans send me over the edge, my pussy fluttering hard over his forming knot as I come. My knees jerk inwards, every limb squirming at the delightful, full-body buzzing Noah creates within me. He pumps faster and faster, his hard breath beating against my shoulder. He draws out every second of my orgasm, massaging it out of me until I’m liquified on the countertop.

But as Noah cinches us together tight, releasing a flood of warmth in my lower belly as he comes, I’m startled by how good it feels—the pleasure flowing throughout my abdomen strong enough to build another orgasm. What’s even more shocking is that I don’t seem to be alone. I gape in the mirror as Noah’s incisors stretch, his hands roaming over my breasts. He clings to me tighter, his hips rocking us as we remain tied.

Noah moans hard and loud against my neck, sending a thrill racing down my spine. “Fuck, Aliya, I don’t know what it is about your scent, but I— I’m—”

My eyes widen. He wanted to make me come twice, but I’m about to makehimcome twice.

As Noah’s fangs whisper over my neck, I cry out, pushing myself from the counter to smash my ass hard into Noah’s pelvis. He responds with a throaty growl, nudging inside me the best he can with his thick, heavy knot wedging us in place. So I bounce my ass up and down, rubbing him back and forth inside me. As Noah’s pleasure triples in our bond, my eyelids flutter at the beautiful, desperate sounds he makes against my neck, his drool slipping down my collarbone until I shiver.

“Do it—” I moan, bouncing faster. I fawn for him, tilting my head to reveal his old mark on my scent gland. “Follow your instincts too.”

Cuddling me tight to him, Noah presses his tongue into my scent gland, slathering me in its heat. The pressure of his tongue echoes down my torso until my pussy pulses hard over his knot. Noah’s eyelids flutter as he groans against my neck, his breath frantic. I slow my bouncing, opting to circle my ass over his pelvis until Noah’s breath deepens into moans, the blissful sounds keeping time with each circular motion. I gasp for air with him, pleasure rising in my chest just before he clamps down—his fangs piercing my skin as he floods my core with his cum. I cry out, the pain replaced by an earth-shattering bliss as I flex over his knot, coming hard alongside him.

Our bond warps as a new flood of emotions crosses through our reformed connection, Noah’s fresh mark stunning me speechless with how much gratitude and pride he carries for me—as well as the raw, tender Omega side of him. I’ve never witnessed Noah’s wolf feeling this nurtured. Through his eyes, I can finally see the strength I hold; Noah views me as his beacon of hope for survival.

Our inner world blooms before my awareness. Flowers are replaced by turning leaves, a soothing rainfall pittering acrosstheir reds and browns. In the center of the field, our wolves snuggle up in the warmth of each other. At the mere sight of Noah’s silky, midnight fur, I love him deeper than I ever have.

As I come back into awareness with Noah’s slow, soothing touches down my breasts, sides, and belly, my heart aches with how much joy I contain. Noah seems to feel the same, his eyelids blinking ever-so-slowly as he unlatches from my neck, giving me thorough, tender licks to stop the bleeding.

Urging Noah closer over my shoulder, I nuzzle deep into his hair.You were telling me the truth of how you see me.

Tears cloud Noah’s eyes as he smiles, still washing me with pleasure as he strokes my fresh mark.So were you.

But when I glance at us in the mirror, I’m met with a horror scene: sweat and streaky makeup cake my face, and that’s not the worst of it. Blood coats my breasts, splashed down the right half of my dress.

I sputter into laughter, gripping Noah’s arms as he groans.

“Oh, Goddess—” Noah lifts his head, prying open heavy eyelids. “What’s so funny—”

Noah genuinely gasps. I laugh even harder at his gaping jaw, groaning along with Noah as my inner muscles squeeze his knot.

“I don’t think this dress is going to work out,” I whisper.

“Fuck.” Low, rumbling laughter buzzes over my back, Noah burying his forehead against my stinging shoulder. “No, no it won’t—pretty much ever again. I’m so sorry.”

Giggling, I comb his hair. “I’m not. I’ll never forget this.”

Meeting my eyes, Noah’s puppy-dog eyes overpower his expression, a touched shyness flickering through our bond. Judging by how Noah first described marking to me, I’m certain the true depths of my comment lands; not only did I choose Noah as my mate, but each time I allow him to mark me, I’m choosing him again, vowing to bear his mark to the worldas evidence of our bond. I kiss his reddening cheek, my heart fluttering as he huddles closer.

As we snuggle in the bathroom, allowing Noah’s body to settle, he lets out a rumbling sigh against my cheek. “I wish we could skip this dinner, but I might also be more prepared for it than ever now. I feel like nothing can stop us.”

A smile creases my cheeks as I look at us in the mirror, my heart full to the brim. “Me too. Let’s do this.”

Chapter 16

After cleaning ourselves up, we rearrange my ponytail in a bun behind my head, pinning back any stray hairs. I’m forced to use a dress I had set aside for later this week, but it matches Noah’s outfit well enough, a halter dress with a ruched skirt draping over my bump in a classic Luna white. With a touch of mascara and lipstick, I decide I look fine enough, considering the fresh, hot red bite mark on my neck; it’ll draw far more attention than anything else about me. Noah eyes his bite pattern with pride when he thinks I’m not looking, his wolf’s chest puffing in our bond. I stifle my amusement, grabbing my scent blocker vial on the way out the door.

Thankfully, Annika and Viktor stumble out of their room upstairs a few minutes after us. Their outfits are even more rumpled than ours, Viktor yanking his suit jacket back into place as Annika’s thumb scrubs off her red lipstick from his bottom lip in an emergency spit bath.

We take one whiff of one another, the hallway’s air suddenly reeking of deodorized sweat and relieved lust, and we all laugh.

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