Page 82 of King Luna

But he’s not the only one.

Over half the room is kissing. The other half have reverted from just making out to foreplay and beyond, moans erupting from every corner of the room.

“Noah, is this normal too?” I hiss, clutching Noah’s suit jacket.

A low, growling purr tickles my ear. “No. It’s not.”

I gasp, finding myself face to face with Noah’s primal mind. With his wolf in charge, his hands roam my extra-sensitive breasts, applying just enough pressure to send a jolt up my aching core.

“O-oh! Ah—” With my cries, wolves burst into heavier touch all around us.

The Lunas we protected earlier occupy their mates’ lips, diving into their Alphas' laps—if their thighs aren’t already wrapped around their mate on the floor, against the wall, or on the table. Tane hoists Waimarie into his arms, carrying her with handfuls of her ass resting in his palms—the couple struggling to find their way out the door between heavy kisses.

“O-oh, my God,” I breathe. “This isnotthe polite dinner I expected—”

As I fawn for Noah’s eager tongue on my mark, my thighs shake with pleasure.

At the head of the table, Annika and Viktor’s full-body makeout grinds deeper with every growling breath. My body pulses with Annika’s every whimper, her dress barely disguising Viktor’s flexing arm beneath her skirt as he pins her chest to her dinner plate.

But then he very clearly enters her from behind, the sound of her mating whines digging straight into my groin.

My hips raise in need, drawing Noah's attention. Within seconds, his hand is up my skirt too. “O-oh, my— Um, Noah—”

Viktor purrs into Annika's neck, licking her mark as she squirms over his cock. My knees spread wider for Noah, aching for him to do the same as he rubs soft moans from me.

“I want another pup—” Annika gasps from the head of the banquet table.

Viktor chuckles. “Greedy Luna.”

His pace quickens until he plows into her, igniting the entire room into a musk so strong that my eyes water. As an orgasmbuilds low in my belly, my poor chair creaks in distress from my hips rocking into Noah’s hand. But my lungs tighten into panic: Noah’s incisors are on full display, my mate ready to drop into a heavy rut. Knowing Noah, he’dhateexperiencing a rut in a crowd of potentially unsafe wolves.

But as he drools, opening his jaws to nibble at my mark, I grip his tie tight, holding him in place. “O-oh, my God, Noah! We really have to go!”

Dashing from my chair, I keep my hips far from Noah’s reach. Latching onto both his arms, I figure I’ll have to physically force him from the room, taking a few slow breaths to sober myself.

But with a gentle tug, Noah pops to his feet. I blink a few times, testing out what happens if I let go of him, backing up a few steps. Noah takes a few steps too, his wolf’s tail pointing to the sky in our bond.

Biting back my smile, I speed-walk backward. His wolf happily chases me out the doors, purring into my cheeks with courting caresses down my torso as we rush down the hallway.

I sputter out a laugh. “Alpha, you’re so sweet, even when you're rutting.”

Noah purrs, grabbing hold of my hips from behind. With one lick on my mark, my knees dip in the hallway, desire pulsing through me so strong that my thighs quiver. I can hardly blink through the musky haze Noah drowns me in, his scent begging me to drop to the floor with my legs spread wide.

But we’re still ten doors down from our suite.

Catching me before I crumble, Noah growls into my mark. “Mate, what do you need? You’re in distress.”

As if weights are tied to my knees, I groan, straining to move my legs. “Either you have to take a few deep breaths, or we’re stuck with solving your rut here. I want you so badly that I can’t walk another step.”

Smushing me against the wall, Noah flicks up my skirt, revealing drenched panties. My moan echoes down the hall as he slips beneath the fabric, twirling his fingers across my throbbing labia.

“You can’t walk, huh? Then tell me, Luna: can I mate you right here, in the hallway? Or should I carry you back to our room?”

“Right here, please.” I shakily unlatch his belt, freeing his bobbing cock.

But before I can drive him wild, Noah stops my hands. He purrs, his nose skating down my neck as he peels my panties from me. “Alright, Luna, we’ve gotta skip a few steps before one of us comes. With how soaked you are, I don’t need to warm you up.”

I whimper, rubbing my clit against his tip until he lets out a hungry hiss.

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