Page 97 of King Luna

He has no idea I plan to tease him until he sees stars.

Sweeping my fingertips down his bare chest, I hum once I reach his waistline. “Let’s free you of your clothes too, gorgeous wolf.”

Noah’s stare locks onto mine with wild intensity, capturing my every minor movement. As I ease his boxers past his hips, his warm grip stations itself on my waist. But he stops me from dropping to my knees; bending over first, he gives my swollen belly a quick nuzzle of affection, flipping my heart.

“Don’t go too wild tonight, feisty Alpha. You’re still doing me the biggest favor of my lifetime.” Noah’s low purr sends tingles down my spine.

When he sits back, allowing me to stare down at his naked, bruised, and clawed body, my jaw hardens. “Don’t worry, I have a burst of energy just thinking about how I’d like to treat you. You better be ready, Alpha-Omega.”

Noah’s breath catches.

Settling on the hardwood floor, I tug the edge of the comforter beneath my knees to cushion myself while I focus on Noah. I don’t meet his fervent stare, but I can feel it burning in my peripherals—tracking me. My stomach flips as his cock twitches to life, swelling between my shaky fingers as I scoot myself between his knees.

Dragging my hands down either side of his plump shaft, I dare to meet Noah’s eyes once more—just as I sweep my nose along his cock, returning Noah’s affectionate nuzzle. His breath hitches, parting his lips alongside mine as I ease my tongue up the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.

Inhaling deep, Noah grips the mattress at his sides. I purr, trailing my lips over his sensitive tip until his cock flexes, popping from my mouth.

I’ve already raised my mate’s breathing rate to a steady huff, but as I spit on his shaft, slipping my hands down it to cover him in lubrication, I can’t hold back a smile; he’s already squirming, and he hasn’t even seen my new idea yet.

Ever since his knot has become a bit more unpredictable, I’ve locked onto its presence whenever it does tie our bodies together, giving me that satiating, stuffed sensation.

But his body isn’t the only one playing a part in forming his knot; every time it grows inside me, my pussy clamps down over it, pulling desperate moans from Noah’s lips as my body encourages his knot to expand.

So when I work my lubricated massage up and down his shaft tonight, I place my lips over his tip, allowing my hands to glide all the way down to the base—where his thick length meets his pelvis. Palpitating there, I feel it; the subtle beginnings of a knot within his shaft. As I bob my head, taking his tip into my mouth, I pulse over his hiding knot with rhythmic, tender squeezes, mimicking my flexing pussy.

Right away, Noah gives a soft, hitching moan, his hips jerking.

My heart flips. Locking eyes with Noah, I find his stare fully shifted—a gleaming golden staring back. I purr, well aware the sound vibrates over his hot shaft between my lips, and Noah moans once more. Keeping one hand around the base of his shaft, I use the other to stroke his thick length where my lips can’t reach, ensuring I’m stimulating every angle of his cock. As I quicken my pace, Noah’s claws prick the mattress, his lusty scent stinging my eyes.

I blink up at him.What do you think, Alpha-Omega? Do you feel good?

Panting through every breath, Noah doesn’t respond; he’s too busy watching his tip disappear behind my lips, writhing ashe struggles to keep from thrusting too deeply as I massage his budding knot.

The second it swells beneath my hands, I pop his tip free from my lips with a gasp for air. Noah groans, so I must’ve assumed right; he was seconds from coming, even though we’ve just started.

But I want him to enjoy this new sensation as long as possible, craving his reaction as his hips continue to rise. Cupping my hands around his shaft, I purr, loving how tightly Noah’s jaw clenches.

“Go ahead, gorgeous—move your hips,” I whisper.

Gripping my shoulders, Noah widens his knees. As his hips jerk into my grip, precum spills from his tip. With how wet he’s become, my palms slip down his shaft with every thrust, ending with a soft squeeze over his forming knot. Noah shudders, his breath racing as he fucks my hands. He can’t seem to hold back, his moans morphing into grunts as he thrusts hard enough to jerk from my grasp.

His chest heaves as he waits for me to reposition my hands around his flexing shaft, filling the silence with soft groans. My stomach flips, each of his deep, throaty sounds burrowing into my pussy until it flutters alongside his undulating body. I stare in adoration as he leans in, pumping his hips faster; his eyes have closed, my mate allowing himself to submit to pleasure before me. His trust in me is so beautiful that my breath quivers alongside his.

And it’s working; Noah’s knot bulges wider, even though he’s not inside me. Deepening my massage around the expanding mass, I keep one hand tight around the base of his shaft, allowing the other to glide against his thrusts. Noah’s grunts dip into moans at the end of each desperate sound, his hips losing their rhythm. Leaning in, I flit my tongue across the base of histip, pulling a needy moan from his lips—just before his hot cum splashes my cheeks.

I always wondered if Noah came harder while knotting me—the unmistakable presence of warm, flooding heat within my belly whenever our bodies lock together.

I have my answer. Fighting his bucking hips to keep my hand tight around his knot, I pulse rapid squeezes over it, leaving Noah sputtering as his claws dig into my shoulders. With every squeeze, another gush of fluid spills from his cock, splashing across my chest and Noah’s thighs until I’m soaked in him.

Noah attempts to cuss, but all that comes out is a grunted whimper, his weight collapsing over me. He grips me in a tight hug—trapping me in his grasp like he can’t bear any distance between us.

With my hands still stationed around his swollen, throbbing knot, I bite back a smile as Noah’s awed emotions in our bond evolve into shock.

“Aliya. How the—” Noah pants, his hips twitching at any subtle movement; I can’t imagine how sensitive his knot must feel between my palms. He grips my hands around his knot, squeezing one last drop of cum from his shaft with a groan. “Thathas never happened— With just your hands? I—”

Giggling, I wriggle my face out of his chest until I can pepper kisses over his sweaty cheek. “Are you too tired to mate me now, my shy Alpha-Omega?”

Chuckling, Noah plops a pleasure-heavy hand over my fuzzy headband. “Oh, no.Youbetter be ready now, Omega-Alpha. You’ve drawn out my horny wolf in full force.”

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