Chapter 33
Luna
The hotel room door clicks shut, cutting off the muted hum of the hallway. Ash tosses the keycard onto the desk, picking up the silver ice bucket and bottle of champagne room service left by the door.
“We actually did it,” I say, the adrenaline of the play still buzzing under my skin.
Ash pops the cork with a muted thump, catching the overflow before it spills. He pours the champagne into two water glasses from the bathroom and hands me one, his eyes bright and fiercely alive. “You did it, gorgeous. I just stood there and looked pretty.”
“Please,” I snort, taking the glass. “You looked terrifying. Holt didn’t even see the train coming.”
He laughs, a low, loose rumble that vibrates in the narrow space between us.
Setting his glass down, he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out the literal bar napkin.
Two million dollars, an eight percent revenue share, and a December deadline, all scribbled in smeared blue ink.
He stares at it for a second, a quiet awe washing over his features, before he places it securely on the nightstand.
He steps closer, wrapping his free arm around my waist, and pulls me flush against his chest.
“You’re a menace, you know that?” he murmurs, playfully nipping at my jaw right as I take a sip of champagne. A bolt of heat shoots straight down my spine at the contact, making me shiver.
“And you smell incredible,” I groan, my nose skimming over his throat. His scent rolls over me in response, completely unguarded. I haven’t known him for very long, but every time I’m with him, my omega screams “Safe.”
I tilt my head back, offering him more access, and add: “You know, I do feel like I owe you for that night.”
He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, and the playful edge in his darkening gaze melts into something far more dangerous.
And when I bite his lip, his control snaps.
He lowers his face to mine, his mouth covering my lips in a devouring kiss. A soft sound escapes my throat as his tongue sweeps inside, tasting like champagne. Our mouths move together seamlessly, his grip angling my jaw right where he wants me.
“I need your words, Luna,” he rasps against my mouth, his chest heaving. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I breathe frantically. “I want you, Ash.”
His eyes blaze. In one smooth motion, he sweeps me off my feet and sets me gently on the edge of the mattress. “You look stunning in this dress,” he growls, pulling the fabric over my head, “but I need you out of it.”
The cool air of the room hits my bare skin for only a second before Ash drops to his knees between my thighs. My breath hitches in my throat. My alpha... looking at me like I’m an absolute feast.
“Ash—”
“Shh,” he soothes, sliding his hands under my thighs to pull me closer. “Let me.”
A keening cry escapes me the second his tongue swipes over my clit. Electricity lights up my veins, sending a violent shockwave of pleasure straight to my core. He groans, his mouth settling over me, swirling and sucking with a precision that makes my back arch off the mattress.
The blood in my veins turns to liquid fire.
I grip his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands as he spreads my legs wider.
The pleasure builds too fast, cresting and teetering me right on the edge of a cliff.
When he slides two thick fingers inside me, stretching me open, I come undone.
My body shatters around his fingers, my loud, breathless cry echoing in the quiet room.
He rides out the wave with me, his tongue soothing the hypersensitive folds with slow, lazy licks before he finally stands, his chest heaving and his eyes dark with lust.
“That was...” I gasp, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “That was amazing. I came so fast.”
He smirks, wiping a stray drop of my slick from his jaw. But the smirk fades after a beat, his brow furrowing. “Have you never had anyone do that for you before you met me that night?”
I shake my head, suddenly feeling entirely too exposed. “No... I mean... my past relationships weren’t exactly focused on my pleasure.”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. The phantom shadow of Derek hovers in the room for a split second, but Ash physically shoves it away, his scent spiking with protective warmth.
“Well,” he says, his voice thick and rough as he unbuckles his belt, his heavy cock springing free. “I’m going to make sure you never forget what it feels like to be taken care of.”
“Not yet,” I murmur, my hand reaching out to wrap around his erection. I drop to my knees, taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the broad ridge and sucking hard.
“Fuck,” he curses, his fingers tangling in my hair as his hips instinctively buck forward.
I take him deep, tracing a heavy vein, but within two minutes, his control breaks.
He hauls me up, his chest heaving, and pushes me back onto the mattress, his heavy frame blanketing mine.
The slick dousing my thighs makes everything effortless as he lines up his thick length at my entrance.
I angle my hips, desperate for him, and he sinks into me with one smooth, powerful thrust.
The sheer width of him stretching my inner walls steals the breath from my lungs. I gasp, my nails digging half-moons into his broad shoulders. He fills every aching, empty space inside of me, seating himself perfectly to the hilt.
“Ash,” I whine, my hips instinctively lifting to meet his.
He pulls back and hammers into me, establishing a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against mine, the thick base of his cock grinding right against my swollen clit. The friction is blinding. My omega howls as he drives me closer to the edge all over again.
“Look at me,” he orders, his voice entirely wrecked.
I meet his eyes. The shifting seas of longing and devotion are completely laid bare.
He grinds his groin against mine, his pace stuttering as the base of his cock begins to swell. Thick and heavy, pressing exactly where my body is begging for him.
A lifetime of waiting for the right pack, of running and pushing them away out of sheer panic, all funnels into this one singular point of agonizing pressure.
“Fuck, Luna,” he groans, his knot swelling impossibly thick.
A sharp cry tears out of my throat as my walls stretch to their absolute limit, clamping fiercely around his thickness. Ash roars, his back bowing as his entire body seizes. He goes over the edge, and I shatter right along with him, my pussy milking his massive knot as he fills me with his cum.
For a long time, the only sound in the room is the ragged drag of our breathing.
He collapses onto his elbows, burying his face in the crook of my neck, before rolling us over together until he’s spooning me from behind. His knot still locks us together as his scent softens into warm chocolate, grounding me.
“Mm,” he hums, pressing a tender kiss to my pulse. “Sweetest fucking thing.”
I laugh, a weak, breathless sound, tangling my fingers in his hair. I feel wrapped in total, absolute safety.
“What time are we leaving tomorrow?” I ask, pouting at the sudden unwelcome thought.
Ash shifts, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against his side. “We have a late checkout. So...” His voice is lazy, warm.
“Yesss,” I say, trailing a finger down his thigh. “Because I can think of a few excellent ways to tire each other out before then...”