Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Luna
It’s been two days since Christian reentered my world, and everything is a mess.
I haven’t had any time to sit down and talk to him or even to my guys. All we’ve had time for is planning my half-brother’s demise.
We leave in the morning to head to Miami, and Lark and her men are letting us use their jet. It’ll be the easiest way to get there under my brother’s radar. It won’t be odd for the head of the Ferraro family to fly into Miami.
Even if it was something he’d usually wonder about, we’re counting on Fabian being too distracted to notice.
I’m exhausted. It feels like I’ve gotten no sleep over the last few days. All I want to do is crash out and sleep until we leave, but there’s no way I’m going into this situation with so much left unsaid.
I decide to seek out Christian first. Not because he’s more important to me, but because it’s just him. The other conversation I have to have will involve the rest of the men.
This conversation won’t be easy, but it’ll be easier in the sense that there are fewer people to deal with.
I knock on the door of the room Christian has claimed for himself.
The door swings open, Christian’s eyes going wide as his nose flares. “Luna?”
“Hey, Chris. I was hoping we could talk?”
“Talk? Uh…” He steps back, gesturing for me to come in. “Of course. Door open or closed?”
“Closed, please,” I call over my shoulder as I walk toward the bed. There isn’t really anywhere else to sit, and there’s no way I want to be on my feet for this conversation.
No, I want to be as comfortable as humanly possible.
Which is why I climb into the bed, wrapping the sheets and comforter around myself, sucking in Christian’s sage and sandalwood scent.
It immediately calms my racing thoughts, my body recognizing it for what it is—the scent of home.
“So, umm… What did you want to talk about?” Christian leans against the closed door, and I bite back a smile.
I pat the bed beside me. “I’m not having this conversation from across the room. Come sit. I don’t bite.”
Usually.
Bad Luna. Focus.
He hesitates for a moment before hesitantly joining me. His back is stiff as he settles against the headboard across from me.
“Don’t be so scared,” I admonish. “You had to know this was coming.”
He clears his throat, his head bobbing. “Of course, but I thought it might be after we killed your brother.”
“We’ve waited long enough, Christian. Thirteen years too long.” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. The closeness we once shared is no longer there, and I hate it. “You don’t remember me, and you probably never will.”
His face falls. “I’m sorry.”
I wave him off. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s not your fault you can’t remember.
Look, I’m going to be brutally honest with you.
I’ve never stopped thinking about you, Christian—no matter how hard I tried to forget you—and I never stopped loving you.
I know I come with complications in the form of a scent-matched pack—who I’ll be talking to after you—but I need to know if we have a chance. ”
“I understand if we don’t,” I rush on before he can speak. “And this is completely your choice. I just need to know where we stand and where you see this going.”
“I don’t know.” He looks crestfallen. “No, that’s not true. I’m not the man you once knew, and I don’t remember you. But I feel drawn to you. I don’t know what the future holds, but I can’t see one without you there.”
My breath whooshes out of me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “We can get to know one another as the people we are now. We can take it slowly.”
I wince at the sting of hurt his words cause me. “And what if I don’t want to take it slow?”
I bite my lip, barely believing I blurted that out. That was a thought that should’ve remained inside my head.
“Then I’m yours,” he says simply.
I don’t hesitate as I release my hold on his covers and throw myself into his arms.
I should want to take this slow. I should want to get to know him before we sleep together, but I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
If something goes wrong, I don’t want to leave this world with any regrets, and I know I’ll regret it if I don’t reconnect with Christian like this.
Our lips crash together, and it’s like we’ve spent no time apart as our mouths move together. My body melts into his as I clutch at his shirt as if it’s a lifeline.
When we pull apart, we’re both panting as our eyes meet. “Are you sure, Luna?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I assure him.
His smile lights up his face as he pulls me back in for another kiss.
Our hands wander over each other’s bodies. His body is so familiar, yet different.
When I tug his shirt off, I find scars that weren’t there before. I pull away from the kiss, running my hands over the scars. At least two of them are gunshot wounds. The others are harder to tell, but I know what the life of someone in the cartel is like.
“How many times did you almost die before you found me again?”
“Too many.” His breath is shaky. “But I’m here now.”
I nod. “You are. Make love to me, Christian?”
He doesn’t answer with words as he lays me onto the bed and slowly removes my clothes. He sits back on his heels, taking in my naked form with awe on his face.
It’s a look I’m familiar with, even if he doesn’t remember it. It’s the same look he always wore when he saw me naked.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down to close his lips around my nipple.
My back arches as he sucks on it, his fingers finding the other. His touch is both similar and foreign—reminding me he’s not quite the man I once loved. But I’m okay with that.
What matters is that we’ve found our way back to one another.
“Get naked,” I pant, digging my fingers into his scalp.
He chuckles against me, turning his head so he can stare up at me. “What if I want to taste you first?”
“Later,” I murmur, brushing my fingers through his silky hair—freezing when I feel the scars on the right side of his head.
“That’s from the gunshot and the subsequent surgeries,” he murmurs, starting to pull away, but I cling to him harder. “They’re ugly.”
“I guess it’s a good thing you have a thick head of hair then, huh?”
He snorts, shaking his head. “I guess so.”
I lift my brows, glancing down my body. “Why aren’t you naked?”
“I’m sorry, omega.” He grins as he sits up and unbuttons his pants. He shucks them with ease before removing his snug boxer briefs until he’s just as naked as I am.
My eyes immediately fall to his throbbing cock.
He’s just as big as I remember, and I can’t wait to have it inside me once more.
His knot is already inflating, and I can’t wait to feel it inside me.
We hadn’t tried before I designated as an omega.
Even after that, we held off. He was afraid he might hurt me, and we thought we had the rest of our lives together.
The thought sobers me.
“What’s wrong, Luna?” Christian tilts my chin until I meet his eyes.
I sigh. “I was just thinking about how you never knotted me. You wanted to wait, and we thought we had forever.”
“Shhh,” he hums, a purr starting in his chest. “We do have forever, and we don’t have to wait anymore.”
“No, we don’t, do we?”
“Will you ride me, Luna?” he asks, settling against the headboard once more as he strokes his cock. “I want to see your tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
Heat courses through me, slick spilling down my thighs at his dirty words. I can’t seem to form a response, so I scramble into his lap. Knocking away his hand, I stroke his length twice before lining him up with my entrance.
I hiss as I take him inside me, his cock splitting me open. It’s been so long since I’ve been with an alpha—even if my beta’s cock is big, it still doesn’t quite compare.
Christian leans down to kiss me as I lift onto my knees before sinking down on him once more. It takes a few tries before I can take him fully, my slick making it easier with each pass.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. So wet. So hot,” Christian babbles, and I bite back a grin.
I rest my hands on his shoulders for better leverage before lifting off him and slamming back down. We moan together, neither of us quiet, and I realize the guys are going to know exactly what’s going on in here.
I can’t bring myself to care as I rock on top of him, my head falling back as I move faster. His hands are tight on my hips as he helps me ride him, his hips occasionally thrusting up to hit me deep inside.
Releasing my hold on his shoulders, I bring my hands to my tits and squeeze.
“So fucking good, alpha,” I pant, pleasure building inside me.
“That’s right, omega. Are you going to come on my cock?” Christian nips at my neck as he fucks into me from below, hitting just the right spot to have me keening.
“Yes. Please. So close.” My mind spins when his finger finds my clit, strumming it as we move together.
I cry out, my body trembling as pleasure washes over me. He continues to fuck into me as I stop my up and down movement, grinding down on his knot instead.
“Feels so fucking good, baby. I need you to come. Soak my cock and my knot with your pleasure,” he growls with another nip at my neck.
I imagine his teeth sinking into the flesh there and marking me as his, and it sends me spiraling into my orgasm.
My body undulates against his as he continues to fuck into me, his finger continuing its ministrations on my clit as he works me through my orgasm.
I’m just coming down when his knot slips into me for the first time, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Pressure has me trying to pull away, but there’s no way to escape him as it locks into place, and he continues to fuck me in short, punishing thrusts.
The stretch is almost painful—until it isn’t.
I come a second time as the pressure turns into pleasure.
Christian grunts, grinding against my cunt as his cock twitches. I can feel his cum as it spurts from him and paints my walls.
Now I understand why they say being knotted by an alpha is like nothing else.
“Holy shit,” I mutter, resting my head against his chest.
“No kidding,” he chuckles, and it sends me into another smaller orgasm.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I turn my head to bite his chest, barely managing to keep myself from breaking the skin. “Don’t do that. I still have another conversation to have.”
Christian snorts as he lowers us to the bed, me still resting on his chest. “You mean you still have other men to fuck.”
“That’s not what I said!” I lift my head to glare at him, but he just smiles.
“But it’s what you meant. That’s okay. I understand. They’re yours and you should let them know that.” He sighs. “After all, we’re part of a pack now, aren’t we?”
I sigh, smiling into his chest. “Yeah, I guess we are.”