Chapter FifteenLuna
Chapter Fifteen
Luna
My body was on fire, every part of me burning with a seductive energy that left a pulse beating between my legs. A craving thrummed deep in my stomach, seeking a fulfilment that I never fully achieved in this dream state.
A pleasured pain ached on my left shoulder, spreading throughout me, whispering that I desperately needed to find who it connected to. I fought through the layers of sleep until I finally broke through and into the waking world. The room was in darkness, moonlight highlighting the furniture in the bedroom.
I swung my legs out of the bed, trying to remember what had happened, but everything else was background noise to the need that pulsated deep inside me. I dragged my clothes off one item at a time as my flesh burned with an intensity that left me dizzy. All my senses focused on a delicious scent that made my mouth water.
My legs felt shaky as I staggered across the room, my fingers grasping the doorframe when I reached the other side. I pressed my head against the wall, trying to clear my thoughts and gain clarity. A wave of vertigo washed over me, and a hunger gnawed deep in my stomach. I followed the scent that tempted me, my hands bunching at my sides, and my nails digging into my palms.
A figure stood framed in the window in the living room at the back of the house. He stood dressed only in a pair of jeans, his muscles accentuated by the rays of moonlight, his messy black hair curling at the ends. I was drawn to him with a magnetism that kept me walking forward because I couldn’t even look away.
Salvator turned when he heard me behind him, his brow creased in confusion. “Luna?”
My teeth bit into my bottom lip, and I dropped to crawl toward him on my hands and knees, my instinct guiding me. His fingers trailed through my hair as I sat back on my knees to stare up at him. The heat in my body escalated further, my skin craving his touch.
Salvator crouched in front of me, clasping my face in his hands to stare into my eyes. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “Your body is burning up because of my venom. I thought we could have gotten away with mating without the intimacy associated with it.” His thumb caressed over my bottom lip.
I sucked his thumb into my mouth, biting down slightly. His eyes began to glow a soft amber in the dim lighting.
“You’ll never forgive me if we have sex when you’re not in control of your senses,” Salvator groaned. “Let me get you something to eat.”
He tried to stand up, but I grabbed the waistband of his jeans, tugging him toward me.
“Luna,” he growled. “I only have so much control.”
I didn’t care about control or my senses because right now those senses were telling me that I needed this man more than my next breath. I moved closer to him, resting my head against his stomach.
“Please,” I begged. “I need you.”
His growl vibrated on the airwaves around me, his hands clenching at his sides.
I popped the button on his jeans, tugging the zip down while peering up at him. Salvator didn’t look away, his glowing eyes never once looking away from me. He didn’t stop me pushing his jeans down his legs, his cock bouncing out, already erect.
I licked the tip, my hand circling the base to slowly pump it. His eyes glowed more brightly, igniting a desire deep in my stomach. He was the only man I had ever been with, no man piquing my interest after he had left his imprint on my soul. I sucked him into my mouth, deliberately bobbing my head up and down, allowing my tongue to caress the underside of his cock.
He groaned, lifting his clenched fist to his mouth to bite down on it.
“Please,” I repeated, removing his cock from my mouth. “I feel like I’m going to explode.” I returned to teasing him with my mouth and tongue.
He watched me, statue-still for several moments while I sucked and licked.
“Fuck!” his shout echoed around the room and startled me into sitting back to stare at him. “I can’t do this, Luna. You crawl over me and drug me with your kisses every night and forget about me every morning. Your scent covers me, driving me fucking insane. There’s nothing more that I want to do than to sink into your body and find my way home, but I don’t think I can live with you staring at me tomorrow as if I’m a monster who has stolen your favourite toy.”
I had believed those moments of passion were dreams. It had never occurred to me that I was actually rolling about in the bed with Salvator, stopping just short of having sex. He had never forced the issue, letting me set the pace for our passion.
Sucking in a deep breath, I pushed myself to my feet to stand in front of Salvator. The expression in his eyes was tormented, strain showing on the muscles of his face.
“We are mated,” I said in a low tone, my fingers racing over the hard muscles of his stomach. “Nothing can undo what your bite has done. We are linked in the way we had both needed all those years ago, the way I wanted to link with you that last night we were together. Our lives are tethered together, which means our bodies must do the same.”
My hand circled his cock and I slowly moved my fingers up and down, watching the play of emotions in his amber gaze.
His hand came up to grip the front of my throat, tipping my head back. “There is no backing out from this, Luna. The bond is only half formed to allow me to heal you. If you open your body to me, then you belong to me, and only me.”
I had only ever belonged to him. Every time I tried to be intimate with someone else, his ghost materialised and reminded me of who owned my heart.
The possessive gleam in his eyes should have me running in the opposite direction. Instead, I found myself leaning into him, my teeth scraping against his chest.
“I need you,” I said in a low tone.
He was trying to save me, but there was nothing left to save because I was willing to sacrifice myself to him, to risk everything just to be with him. I had believed it was the passion of youth, but that flame still burned hot inside me.
Without saying another word, I turned and walked slowly across the room, stopping at the doorway to meet his heated gaze. I returned to the room I had woken in earlier, climbing into the middle of the bed, and opening my legs. It felt wanton and lustful, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was Salvator and the feel of his body on mine.
He appeared a few moments later in the doorway, his amber gaze leaving heated trails on my skin, his erect cock pointing at me as if it had led the way.
The moment to escape had passed, but I was tired putting barriers up to protect myself. I lay bare and open to Salvator, the expression in his eyes giving me confidence.
“We only ever saw each other in the moonlight,” he said, his voice containing a lisp since his canines had enlarged. “It was as if we were creatures of the darkness.”
He moved to the bottom of the bed, and the man who stood there was the fantasy lover who had lived in my imagination for four hundred years as I replayed every moment we had experienced together until the colour began to fade from the memories. I held my hand out and he crawled onto the bed, coming to rest between my legs.
“This has to be a dream,” he said, shaking his head, his fingers trailing down over my stomach to come to a halt between my legs. “Because you only look at me like this in my dreams.”
I sat up so that our faces were close together, my hands landing on his muscular thighs. “Does this feel like a dream?” I asked, leaning forward until my lips hovered over his. “Because when you make an appearance in mine it always ends before I can feel that ultimate release.”
He closed the gap between us, our noses and foreheads touching. “There’s no walking away if we complete this mating. You’re mine. Forever.”
“I’ve always been yours.” I pressed a kiss to his full, sensual lips. “Always.”
He took that as permission, his lips coming down with a possessive energy that pushed all thoughts from my head as he intoxicated me. All that mattered was that Salvator was here with me right now. When he first reappeared in my life, I kept waiting for the clause, for him to be taken away again, or to meet the woman who had taken my place in his life.
I had always loved the sensation of his lips on mine, even in stolen moments in the darkness when we were nothing more than kids. His tongue warred with mine, our mouths saying the words that neither of us could speak.
Salvator’s mouth opened wide, his eyes golden amber as he stared at me when I trailed my nails down his back in assured possession. He pressed me back into the bed, his hands wrapping around my wrists to pin them above my head.
“I love that my mate has claws,” he said against my throat. “I want to feel them embedded in me when I’m balls-deep and ready to explode.”
When had the quiet boy learned to talk dirty?
I turned my head to flick my tongue against his pulse. “Only if you bite me properly this time. A mating mark is created from passion that can’t be contained, not gently so you don’t hurt me.”
His teeth grazed my skin and I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through my body. Tonight, I didn’t need a gentle lover, a creature of darkness had awakened inside me and she needed a monster to play with her. I wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing myself on his long, hard length in the search for friction.
“Fuck!” Salvator groaned, grinding his hips into mine, making me moan in response.
I bit his shoulder, struggling against his hands holding me prisoner. The growl that rumbled in his chest was an aphrodisiac to my soul, especially since it reverberated all the way down to his cock that I was still rubbing myself against.
I grasped his shoulders with my now free hands, my nails digging into his flesh.
His mouth fell open, his back arching, and his fingers moving between us to widen my legs. Without warning, he thrust hard and deep into me, his gaze locked with mine. I’d forgotten the pinch of the stretch, the uncomfortable fullness as my body struggled to adjust to his size.
“Did you get bigger in the past four centuries?” I gasped, wiggling my hips. “Maybe your cock lifts weights to increase his girth?”
His lazy grin made my heart skip a beat. “He’s waited a long time to find his way home.” He pulled back and thrust deeper, settling himself fully.
I had thought I was ready since I woke up already horny, but lubricated did not equate to warmed up and ready for exercise.
My hands slid down his back to rest on his ass, my thumb trailing down the ravine between his two cheeks. “I replayed our time together so many times that some of the details faded. Help me remember our first time together.”
Salvator had been my first lover, the two of us fumbling together in the forest, neither of us experienced enough to understand the intricacies of intercourse or how to achieve pleasure.
He chuckled, the sound echoing down his body to that huge cock embedded in me. “The part where it took me several times to actually insert my dick, or when we were as awkward as fuck and you got a splinter in your ass?”
“I’d forgotten about that! Mother priestess wanted to know what happened and I told her I fell while out collecting herbs…” There was no way she would believe that story, but she had just nodded and used a needle to pick the splinter out. “I was thinking about the part when you banged me so hard that I could hardly stand the next day.”
My eyes met his, and my nails dug into his ass.
“I guess there are no hazards this time since we have a bed,” Salvator conceded.
“We never tried sex in a bed before,” I replied, my right foot rubbing the back of his leg. “We were more al fresco in the past.”
He planted his hands on either side of me, our gazes locked together as he slowly started to pull back and thrust forward in a sensual rhythm that left me clinging to him. My hips tilted up and my legs widened to allow Salvator to thrust hard and deep, shoving me up the bed with every movements of his hips.
All the thoughts and memories that had accosted me fell out of my head as I surrendered to sensation, the divine friction stoking the fire deep in my womb.
Salvator’s head lowered until his lips brushed my ear. “This sensation, the feel of your body enveloping mine, is why I never wanted anyone else. We fit together since we were made for each other.”
Every thrust of his hips was like a needle sewing our souls together.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing his lips to mine. We writhed on the bed together, our bodies dancing together as we finally stopped fighting what existed between us. A layer of perspiration coated my skin, my long hair sticking to my shoulders.
Salvator’s cock had felt too big when he first penetrated me, but now it slid in and out with ease, my muscles clenching him when he thrust to his deepest point, my breathing turning into panting.
“I need—” he broke off, but I already knew what he needed. What we both needed.
He had bitten me to heal me, but technically it should have been as the wild wolves of the past. I pushed his shoulders, rolling onto my stomach when he pulled out of me. I settled myself on my knees, stretching my arms out in front of me in submission.
His body covered mine, and my teeth bit into my lip when he thrust into me with a force that would bruise a mortal. The tip of his tongue traced a path up my spine until he reached the back of my neck.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in any lifetime,” he said, his fingers caressing over me. “Perfect in every way imaginable.”
“Show me your wolf,” I whispered, resting my head on my arms.
Only once had he completely lost control at a full moon, neither man nor beast, but something in between. That night he showed me his true self, the illusion of human traits falling away to reveal the power of the dire wolves.
“You’re still healing,” Salvator said against my throat.
“To complete the bond, I have to mate with you and your wolf.”
I felt his hesitation, which was replaced by a quiver of excitement, his cock thickening inside me, almost as if there were two there instead of one. His body weight increased as his form shifted to his hybrid.
Salvator’s hand slid along my stomach and then between my breasts as he tugged me tight against him. “Do you have any idea how long I craved this?” he asked. “To have you willingly under me, ready to become mine in every sense of the word?” His voice was deep and growly, meaning his wolf was making an appearance tonight.
I arched my back, slowly moving my hips back and forth to feel him stretch me. “I’ve always been yours, we were just unable to complete the bond between us. It didn’t mean that what we had wasn’t real.”
He kissed the place he had bitten me on the back of my shoulder, and a moan escaped when a jolt of pleasure joined that mark to my clitoris, making me squirm. His cock throbbed in my core, and a strange noise emerged from me that sounded suspiciously like a purr.
Salvator sucked that sensitive area at my shoulder and my core contracted around his length. He groaned, pushing himself up to grab my hips. His pace was hard and fast, thrusting deep and pulling out. I felt the divine friction against my g-spot as he tilted his hips on every upstroke, pushing me forward.
I closed my eyes because some moments should only be experienced through sensation and feeling alone. His body slammed into mine, reminding me what it felt like to be alive, and finally experiencing life again. For so long I had existed in the shadows, living my life through others and never allowing myself to feel. Every thrust of his hips against mine broke the shackles of the past to release me, every movement of his body over mine reminded me why I had never been interested in any other man. The fates had given me a mate, and this sense of completeness and belonging was the reason why I had waited many lifetimes to find him again.
Pressure built deep in my stomach, stoked by the friction of his cock against my g-spot. I allowed myself to be vocal, to finally let my voice be heard. The rough pads of Salvator’s fingertips moved over my ass and waist, touching me in a way only he ever had. His right hand slid from my waist, over my stomach, to between my legs, finding my sensitive clit and rubbing circles over it until I bucked forward when a wave of pleasure pulsed from my womb.
“Mine,” he growled, his hips, fingers, and lips working in tandem to make me pant. “Mine,” he repeated, kissing a trail up my spine, claiming every part of me. “Mine.”
My fingers desperately gripped the sheet to try and ground myself, my body moving in time with his, and my breathing ragged. Another twinge of pleasure made my stomach clench and my body spasm.
His teeth scraped the mark on my neck, and my head fell forward in submission. We had both wanted this for so long that my breath caught. All those nights we had met secretly, this had been what I both wanted and feared the most.
Salvator’s canines broke through the delicate skin at the back of my shoulder, my body going rigid for several moments, my head and shoulders slumping forward. His jaw clamped into position, his pelvis moving at a punishing pace against mine, powered by the connection that was forging between us. At this moment, his body felt bigger and heavier, the girth of his cock rubbing furiously against the walls of my core.
This was both man and beast, his dire wolf making an appearance to this mating ceremony.
A burning sensation started in my shoulder to cascade through my body, setting fire to all my synapses until I felt ready to explode. His cock slamming into me had created another fire, one that built pressure in my womb, and made my legs wobble.
“Salvator,” I gasped, another spike of pleasure making me clench around him.
His jaw tightened further, and more of that delicious heat infused into me, making my eyes roll back in my head. Slow, and so deep that I would still feel him days from now, Salvator thrust until he could barely move because he had thickened so much inside me. Waves of pleasure radiated from my womb into my body, and an ethereal scream echoed around the room as I lost myself to sensation. His hips still moved, but his cock was lodged deep inside me, pulsating against my g-spot to make me orgasm again.
He collapsed on top of me, his cock continuing to create vibrations that reverberated through me until I was almost delirious with pleasure overload.
“What’s happening?” I panted, my fingers clutching the bedclothes as another wave of pleasure exploded from my stomach.
“It sometimes happens when our wolves get involved in the mating,” Salvator replied, kissing the side of my throat. “We knot inside our mates to try and procreate.”
I arched back, trying to see his face. “Babies?” I queried, trying to stop my body from responding to whatever his cock was doing inside me.
“Hmmm.” He kissed me again. “Wolves tend to know when their mates are fertile, and increase the chance of pregnancy.”
I tried to free myself in shock, but he was stuck inside me, his cock swollen to ensure he stayed there.
“Try not to move,” Salvator instructed. “My dick is really sensitive right now. This hasn’t happened to me before and I didn’t plan it, but if any of the stories I heard are true, it should wear off in a few hours.”
“A few hours?” My voice emerged in a high-pitched scream. “Is it going to keep vibrating and making me come?” Orgasms were great, but one after the other with a huge cock stuck in you was a little daunting.
He chuckled against the mark on my shoulder, and I felt that kiss on my clit. “Then stay still and stop wiggling your ass against me.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands splaying across my stomach. “Relax.”
“You don’t have a massive cock vibrating inside you,” I huffed, but rested my head back against his shoulder.
“No, but my dick is currently lodged inside you doing I don’t know what while you try to rip him from my groin as you move around.”
I stilled, realising we were both in this situation, and at least I was getting orgasms out of it. I threaded my fingers through his and stared at the silver colour of the moonlight as it stretched fingers of light across the room to touch the contents.
If I closed my eyes, the years of loneliness could disappear, and it would just be Salvator and me on a hillside before we realised that death was just around the corner and stalking all of us.