Page 77 of Vicious Luna
He moves closer, reaching out to take my face in a hand again, sparks dancing between our skin. “Tell me what you need,” he rasps, leaning down until his face is hovering right above mine and we’re breathing the same air.
The last shred of my self-control evaporates in an instant. “You,” I whisper.
The tension between us snaps like a rubber band, and before I can even blink, his lips are descending on mine.
Shit, he’s never kissed me before.
We’ve fucked, we’ve rounded all the other bases, but somehow, we always managed to skip first. And thiskiss... it changeseverything.
The way he captures my mouth is dominant and possessive, carnal and claiming. It sets off a chain reaction in my brain that has me winding my arms around his neck and burying my hands in his hair; parting my lips and tilting my head to give him better access to devour me. His hands cruise down the small of my back, dipping to my butt and squeezing my cheeks. Then they travel lower, wrapping around the backs of my thighs to lift me up off the ground.
My legs part to straddle his waist, my nipples hardening beneath my sports bra as they scrape against his firm chest. Our tongues tangle, his rough beard rasping against my chin as he pivots around and carries me over to the nearest wall, slamming my back against it for support as he begins tearing at my clothes.
It all happens in a beautiful, chaotic blur. Our kisses only break long enough for us to strip each other down, and then he’s lifting me to straddle his waist again, lining the thick tip of his cock up at my entrance and shoving inside. He swallows my scream, ravaging me with his lips and tongue as he starts pounding into me hard and fast, stretching and filling me with that glorious cock of his.
Yep, still dicknotized. No regrets.
His lips leave mine to travel down my neck, licking and sucking and nipping at my skin. When he gets to the junction of my neck and shoulder, the sensation is too much- I cry out, and he slaps a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound, the pulsing of his hips increasing in tempo.
“Thisis what you need,” he growls, swiping his tongue up the column of my neck and biting my earlobe. “Admit it.”
My thighs tremble, the coil in my belly winding tighter as the friction of his pelvis does sinful things to my throbbing clit. “Shut up,” I choke out.
“Not until you come for me, Luna.”
“Why do you keep calling me that?” I ask through panted breaths. “You know my name now.”
“Don’t know,” he breathes, gripping me by the hips. His fingertips dig into my skin as he manhandles my body, encouraging me to meet every one of his savage thrusts. “I think my wolf wants me to.”
“Oh.” A blush rises to my cheeks. I guess it makes sense, since he’s an Alpha wolf. But also, that must mean his wolf has accepted me ashis, and that thought makes my own wolf fuckingpreen.
“Fuck, right there,” I rasp, grinding down onto him as I chase release. I’m dangerously close to the edge, my lungs constricting and muscles tensing. He slips a hand between our bodies, his skilled fingers rubbing against my clit, and within minutes, I lose it.
Cam’s mouth slams over mine as my orgasm rockets through me, kissing me within an inch of my life as I ride out the waves of pleasure. A few pumps later, his chest rumbles with a groan as he finds his own release, warmth flooding my insides as he fills me up.
He drags my lower lip between his teeth as he finally breaks our kiss, burying his face in the crook of my neck and panting to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he growls against my skin. “I needed that, too.”
An airy giggle escapes my throat through the blissed-out haze I’m still in. “This is so fucked.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, chest still heaving against my own. He lifts his head, dark eyes colliding with mine. They aren’t shining with regret, like I’ve seen every other time we’ve had sex. There’s something else there; something I’ve never seen before. It scares me, and I almost push him away, tempted to run from it.
Then he kisses me again.
35
Ican’t sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning ever since I crawled into bed, only managing to doze for short stretches. After everything that happened today, my brain just won’t turn off- and as I glance at the bedside clock for what feels like the millionth time, I see it’s almost three in the damn morning.
Great.
We’ve got a meeting with squad leadership set for nine a.m., and if I don’t manage to get at least a couple hours of rest, I’ll be a total zombie. Which isn’t ideal, considering how I plan to propose that we accept Cam’s help in dealing with the hunter situation. The more I reflect on it, the more I know he’s right- and I have a feeling that’s also part of the reason sleep has been evading me. My wolf is restless after the way we left things, and right now, with him sleeping in a guest room just downstairs, he’s so close, yet so far.
I huff out a sigh as I toss the covers off and slide out of bed. Dressed only in a thin camisole and a pair of cotton shorts, I suppress a shiver as I pad across the room toward the door, the hardwood floor chilly beneath my feet. As soon as I reach it, I quietly turn the knob and pull it open, the packhousesilent as I creep down the hall to the stairs. I’m careful to avoid the floorboards that creak as I descend them; the last thing I need is my brother catching me sneaking down to see Cam in the middle of the night. He’s made it abundantly clear how he feels about my fated mate.
Still, that doesn’t stop me from tiptoeing down the hall of the guest wing and approaching the door to my prisoner’s comfortable new cell. As I reach for the knob, I have a fleeting thought that maybe he decided to run off after all, my heart leaping into my throat. Then I feel our bond humming in my chest with the kind of contentment that can only come from close proximity, and my anxiety eases with the knowledge he hasn’t. He’s still here; I can feel him on the other side of this door, the invisible tether of our bond pulling taut.
Slipping into the room, I quietly press the door closed behind me, finding Cam fast asleep in the king-sized bed. He doesn’t even stir as I sneak over and pause at the edge to peer down at him through the dark. The handsome bastard is laying smack dab in the middle of the mattress, the sheets bunched around his waist and his bare, heavily inked chest steadily rising and falling with his breathing. His muscular body looks as if it’s been chiseled from marble, his toned arms stretched overhead and his features softer than I’ve ever seen them, given his peaceful state of rest. Without his jaw clenched and brow creased, he’s even more stunningly gorgeous.Damn him.
Without even fully considering what I’m doing, I reach over to pull back the covers and climb into bed beside him. The sheets are buttery soft against my skin, and I’m careful not to rouse Cam as I slip beneath them and snuggle into his warm body, my wolf immediately settling.Shit, if that’s all it took, I should’ve come down here hours ago.Curling into his side, I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat as I press my eyes closed.