Page 81 of King Luna

Noah pauses, joining me in glancing around the room to see if anyone noticed.

But the conversation carries on as usual, and I shudder: Noah’s thumb glides beneath my hair, pleasure trickling down my spine as his touch ghosts over my mark. With his thumb’sgentle pet on the sensitive gland, Noah turns my panties from wet to soaked, my pussy flexing with each circle he runs over me.

I cross my legs, hoping to hide the scent. We reapplied my topical scent blocker before dinner, but my scent glands erupt with pleasure—enough for me to smellmyself. With a few slow, focused breaths, I stifle all scent seeping from me once more.

Noah grins, his eyes flashing brighter. When he leans in, just his hot breath against my neck makes my heart race. “You really want to be called a good girl later, don’t you, Luna?”

I stiffen.That wasn’t a mindlink!

But I don’t have to tell Noah; with one look into his supercharged eyes, he knows exactly what he’s doing, and his glimmering smile couldn’t look more smug. I shiver, my crossed legs squeezing my clit with the movement.

My breath hitches in delight.

The Luna next to me perks up, and I freeze in place.

Noah straightens.Shit. Sorry, I took it too far.

Wrapping his palm around the back of my neck, Noah covers my gushing scent glands at my jugulars with his wide hand, allowing me to enjoy a gentle massage as my groin pulses faster.

But that doesn’t stop Noah’s scent from erupting into desire.

I clear my throat.Noah, I can smell your rut forming.

I know. Give me a second to stifle it before—

A clatter of dishes toppling to our left snaps Noah from his trance, his yellow eyes zipping straight to the source.

A few seats down, an Alpha’s tongue is deep in her Luna’s mouth, purring against her open lips in a heavy makeout.

My eyes widen.Oh, shit! Did we cause that?

Noah shrugs, clearing his throat as he turns back to his food.I-it’s hard to say. This... happens too.

Ah, okay.

I glance at the other wolves around us for any signs of distress. My shoulders relax as most wolves dig back in—laughing, talking, and eating from one end of the table to the other.

But with every few breaths, my core still flexes with desire.Noah, I... I still want you. It’s starting to hurt.

He squirms in his seat. I try my best not to feed into his fire, reining back my wolf as tightly as I can.

But Noah’s heels bounce.Fuck. We might have to leave, Omega. I've held my wolf back all day, and he wants to pick you up and mate you on the table.

My eyes widen as they catch on Noah’s tense hand on his thigh, barely hiding his flexing bulge.

Alpha, you’re so...My whisper comes out shaky. “...thick tonight.”

When his focus lands back on my breathy lips, a burst of his Alpha musk burns my eyes.

Swallowing hard, Noah readjusts his hot fingers on my scent gland. Tingles swirl throughout my pelvis, and I can’t help it; the horniest whimper I can imagine escapes my lips.

I clamp my hand over my mouth, muffling my words. “Oh, Goddess. I failed the challenge.”

“Shit. Fuck, I—” Noah can’t continue his thoughts, his focus consumed by the crash of dishes across the table.

After hoisting the New York Luna onto the table, flooding the white tablecloth with red wine, the New York Alpha licks his mate's innermost thigh—a clear sign he’s preparing her to mate.

All I can do is stare.

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