Page 96 of Alpha Brock
I sigh, my lips tipping into a small smile as I roll my eyes. “Yeah, maybe something a little more realistic?”
Brock wraps his arms around me tightly, pulling me into his chest. He buries his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply. “What about the Luna ceremony? We could have one right away. Would you do that for me?”
I pause, drawing my lower lip between my teeth and biting down. His request is completely out of left field. I mean, I expected that we’d have a Luna ceremony at some point, but not this soon. A Luna ceremony is basically like a royal wedding in our world; it’s a huge event, the purpose of which is to officially bind me to both Brock and the pack. Since I’m not from here, I can’t mind-link with his pack when in wolf form yet and won’t be able to until the Luna ceremony is complete.
“Wouldn’t that be a little premature?” I ask, pulling back to look into his eyes again. “I mean, Fallon hasn’t even had hers yet…”
Typically, a Luna ceremony would happen about six months down the line, once I’ve had time to get to know and bond with the pack. It takes a lot of planning to put one together- like I said, in our world, it’s a big deal.
“It’s not as much of a necessity for her, she’s already connected to Gray and the Goldenleaf wolves through the six-pack,” he mumbles.
I suppose he has a valid point there, but still- it seems awfully frivolous to plan a Luna ceremony while we’re preparing for war.
I blow out a breath, tracing my fingertips along the dips and curves in his bicep muscle. “Don’t we have bigger things to worry about right now?”
“Sure, but why wait?” Brock presses.
I search his eyes through the dark, trying to ascertain why it’s so important to him to do this for me. Then it hits me- this isn’t for me, not really.Heneeds this. Not only is it one more way to solidify that we’re bound together and that I’m not going anywhere, but it’ll give us another way to communicate so he can stop obsessing over keeping me safe. It’s obvious that he still blames himself for not preventing my capture, and he’s been dealing with that by overcorrecting, fixating on my safety.
“If that’s what you want, then of course I will,” I say, reaching out to touch his face and staring into his eyes earnestly. “I love you, Brock. I’d do anything for you.”
“I love you too,” he growls, pulling me in close again. He presses a kiss to my hair, stroking his hands up and down my back. “So fucking much. I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t,” I reassure him.
He rolls me onto my back and he slides on top, holding himself up by planting his elbows on either side of my head. “Promise?” he asks, nudging my thighs apart with his knee.
I spread my legs and he settles between them, his head dipping to trail kisses down my neck and along my collarbone.
“I promise,” I whisper, my back arching off of the bed as he nips and sucks my sensitive flesh, licking between my breasts, tugging my little black bralette down until my nipples are exposed to him.
As he attaches his mouth to one, I reach down between our bodies, my hand landing on his cock. It’s already hard again and I wrap my fingers around his girth, pumping it as he groans softly against my chest.
“You wanna get fucked again, baby?” he asks, rolling one of my nipples between his teeth and biting down.
I suck in a gasp, responding by pulling my knees up on either side of his body to give him better access, rubbing the head of his cock against my slick entrance.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, nipping his earlobe.
He doesn’t, though- this time, we make love. He rocks into me slowly, gently, until his pelvis is pressed tightly against mine, filling me completely. Then he eases out halfway, licking and sucking my breasts and neck as he pushes back in. The buildup is excruciatingly erotic, and it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I’ve never felt so connected to another person, so completely in tune with every shift, every movement. Every feeling. My body responds to his like they were made for each other. Heat radiates through me as I come undone beneath him once, twice.
By the time we’re finished, we’re both sweaty and breathless, the black satin sheets sticking to our skin. Even so, Brock pulls me in close, refusing to let me go.
“Thought you said you didn’t do gentle,” I remark as I curl into his side, a smug smile spreading across my lips.
“Don’t get used to it,” he grumbles, tracing his fingers up and down the curve of my spine.
“I won’t,” I smirk against his chest. “Besides, that filthy mouth of yours kinda gets me goin’.”
“Mmm,” he groans, reaching down to squeeze my butt cheek.
I lift my head, looking into his eyes sternly. “Hey now, don’t get any ideas, mister. I need my beauty sleep.”
“Bullshit,” he chuckles. “You’re always beautiful.”
I sigh, dropping my head against his chest again and snuggling in. “Goodnight.”
He traces his fingers along my back soothingly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. My eyes slide closed, and in the safety of Brock’s arms, it doesn’t take long for sleep to claim me again.