I guide Mason into my room, shutting the door behind us. We make our way to my bed, and I draw him close, pressing my lips to his in a gentle kiss. I begin to undress, slowly, under his watchful gaze. His eyes, now a deep gold, are fixed on me.
I remove my shirt and let my skirt drop to the floor, leaving me in my black lace thong, fishnets, and heels. He takes in the sight of me, then spins me around to get a better look at my backside.
He unties my hair, letting it cascade down to the middle of my back, then delivers a firm spank. His hand is at my neck, pulling me into his side as he does so.
His lips meet mine in a fierce kiss, followed by another spank. I’ve never been treated this roughly before, but I find myself enjoying it.
I look at him, my eyes filled with desire, as he continues to spank me. I can feel my skin growing tender under his touch. His hand lightly chokes me as he nips at my ears and face.
He spins me around and removes his shirt. I immediately start kissing his neck and chest. As he unbuckles his belt, I kneel down and help him slide his pants off, revealing his arousal—prominent against his thigh.
I take him in my hand and give the tip a lick, glancing up at him. He holds my hair back as I take him into my mouth. He’s larger than anyone I’ve been with recently, probably since Leo. The man is well-endowed.
I try to take as much of him as I can, but it’s too much. He takes over, thrusting into my mouth. He starts slow, then gradually increases his pace. I look up at him, and he smirks before letting out a moan.
He pushes deeper than I can handle, making me choke. My eyes water as he pulls out completely. I gasp for breath as he lifts me up and lays me on the bed.
He kisses me passionately, his hand moving over my center. He gives it a light smack, drawing a moan from me.
“Tell me if I get too rough,” he says, smacking me again.
“Okay,” I manage to say, my voice barely a whisper.
He moves my thong aside and runs his fingers over me, then delivers a hard smack to my bare center. He then starts to pleasure me with his tongue, focusing on my clit. I clutch the blankets, moaning loudly.
He slides two fingers inside me, moving them as fast as he can, hitting just the right spots. I can feel an orgasm building and tighten around his fingers.
Without giving me a chance to recover, he continues his ministrations. Within minutes, I’m a mess.
“Fuck, I’m going to squirt,” I warn him.
He doesn’t stop. Instead, he laps up every drop, savoring my taste. When he’s finished, he wipes his face and leans in close, his hand on my neck.
“You taste so good, Angel.” He positions himself at my entrance. I buck my hips, but he pulls back.
“Don’t,” he warns. Then, gripping my neck tighter, he enters me slowly. I grab his hand, my nails digging into his skin, and gasp as he fills me. He pulls out and pushes in again, going deeper this time.
After a minute or so, he starts to move faster, but he’s still not fully inside me. His hands are on my hips, holding me down, and my moans are becoming louder and more desperate.
“You’re so big. You feel so good,” I tell him, my hands gripping his thighs.
“How big, Angel?” he asks, his voice strained.
I run a hand through my hair, keeping the other on his thigh.
“The biggest I’ve had,” I admit, struggling to catch my breath.
“You’re so damn tight.” He grunts and quickens his pace. I try to lift my hips, but he’s holding me down.
“I’m going to squirt again,” I warn him as he thrusts into me, now stimulating my clit. I lift my hips as he pulls out, and my juices flow onto his thighs.
“Show me how much you like it,” he encourages, then kisses my knees as my legs tremble.
I pull him down to me, kissing him fiercely, then flip him onto his back. I straddle him, slowly taking him inside me again. He sits up, and I throw my head back as he bites my breast.
My hands find their way around his neck as I gently rock against him. A moan escapes my lips, unbidden and uncontrollable. As I try to take more of him, my moans escalate into near screams.
He lets go of my breast and, gripping my hips, leans back. After a few more attempts, he’s finally fully inside me. I rest one hand on his stomach.
“That’s it, just like that,” he encourages as I quicken my rhythm, rocking back and forth.
Almost instantly, I feel the waves of an orgasm wash over me and my body tightens around him. My moan is so loud that he smirks at me, lifting me by my waist to thrust into me from below. His gaze never leaves me as he quickens his pace.
“Yes...yes...yes. Fuck me,” I moan, and he flips me onto my stomach, forcing my ass up. He thrusts into me, causing me to clutch the sheets and scream into the bed.
He’s relentless, pounding into me, and then he starts to spank me again. “Fuck, Angel, you’re so damn wet and tight. You’re creaming all over me,” he growls, his voice dark and raspy, and oh so sexy.
He slows his pace but continues to thrust hard, and I feel him climax inside me as I reach my own orgasm. He thrusts a few more times, bringing us both to completion.
I feel him pull out, and he lies down beside me, turning me to face him. He strokes my cheek and smiles at me.
“I bet everyone heard you screaming my name and how much you loved my dick,” he teases, tracing my lips with his finger.
I bite his finger playfully and laugh. “Everyone talks anyway. Those girls saw you leave the office with me and head up here, so they would’ve gossiped anyway.”
He looks at me, trying to decipher my expression but failing. I find it endearing. It’s been a long time since I found someone as intriguing as him. The last one was Aiden, years ago.
Everyone since then has barely satisfied me and didn’t last long. That’s why I seldom take lovers anymore.
“It’s been a while since anyone’s heard me. Years, actually,” I confess, tucking his hair behind his ear.
He pulls me closer to him, our faces inches apart, our bodies entwined. “Does no one satisfy you anymore?” he asks, puzzled.
I can understand his confusion. It must be strange for him to sleep with a mateless luna who has lovers but whose passion is never heard. Wolves are very sexual creatures, after all.
“No. And until now, I haven’t been with men from the coven out of fairness to the women, since most are unmated. I usually only have wolves, and they prioritize their own needs. It’s not enjoyable, honestly,” I admit, shrugging.
He studies me again and sighs. “Why wouldn’t they please you? I understand some men struggle to last, but to make it unpleasant seems harsh,” he says, kissing my forehead.
“It’s not that they intend to, but wolves are typically dominant and quick. They expect submission and just go at it until they climax, and then they’re done.
“It’s only been different a few times, usually with alphas and betas.”
“Is that why there are rumors about you, Beta Travis, and the head hunter being lovers?” he asks, genuinely trying to understand me.
I nod and nuzzle his neck. I’m not usually this affectionate after sex—I typically send them away while I get dressed and return to my duties—but I genuinely want to get to know him better.
“People talk no matter what I do,” I say, my voice low but confident. “I have been luna for eleven years with no mate and no desire for one.
“The pack wants an alpha but won’t challenge me, knowing it would end in their deaths. They expect me to find a suitable mate, but I won’t. I’m eternal, so who could I mate with?
“It can’t be a wolf like they want, because they would either be too weak, die, or have to be turned. Although most understand why I don’t want another mate, knowing that their former alpha was my first.”
“You were luna before becoming mateless?” he asks.
I don’t expect him to know anything about me. No outsider except King Dominic knows the complete story, not even my brother Adrian.
“Leo, the original alpha, was a sweetheart in the beginning. We mated instantly, and my love for him was genuine and deep. I’d heard the whispers about his monstrous side, but I chose not to judge him. That wasn’t my place.
“All I wanted was to be his, to be happy.” I let out a sigh, and he remains silent, giving me space to continue.
“We spent a few weeks with my pack, getting to know each other. He seemed so different from the rumors, so kind.
“But after some time as luna, a little girl revealed to me that Leo was her father. He had rejected her mother and refused to acknowledge her as his daughter because she wasn’t a hybrid or of any rank. I was devastated when I discovered this.”
I pause, taking a deep breath. Mason gently strokes my cheek, his focus entirely on me.
“We had a massive argument, and the next morning, I found out he’d returned to one of his old flames. He took her to his office, and she emerged with hickeys and swollen lips.
“He didn’t sleep with her, but she did satisfy him.” I take another deep breath. “As luna, I had to plaster on a fake smile and pretend everything was fine.
“Later that morning, I trained with the men and playfully challenged the beta. We were just fooling around, especially since my mate’s child was present. But Leo publicly humiliated me in front of the entire pack.
“And when I tried to leave, he grabbed my wrists, leaving bruises, and started to hurt me. No one intervened, though the beta watched in horror. Then Alpha Carson, his father, pulled me away, shielding me.
“I barricaded myself in my room, terrified he’d beat me again. And he did, twice a day for a week, until I managed to escape. Alpha Carson aided me, and I fled to the Blood Moon Pack.
“They took excellent care of me, even when I discovered I was pregnant. Everyone was gearing up for war against my mate, given that I’m both an alpha wolf and a royal by blood.
“But I wanted to keep everyone safe, to find an alternative plan to avoid war. That meant I had to approach King Dominic, my mother’s ex-mate, my siblings’ father, and someone who despised me for my birth.
“I’m stronger than his own children—my father was his cousin, the only threat to his rule. But he started to accept me, and together we devised a plan to avert war and ensure everyone’s safety.
“But it came at a cost. My cost. I would have to be his lover. You see, I’m the last pureblood immortal female, and many covens need me to bear children.
“I tried to discuss this with my brother, but he wouldn’t hear it. He was livid that I was willing to be his father’s lover. A fight broke out, and I ran. Until my mate found me two years later.
“The damn mate bond wouldn’t break, and he met our son.
“The next day, we attended a barbeque so my son could play, and Leo showed up uninvited. I was Aiden’s girl. We both had mates, so we never did more than make out, but we enjoyed each other’s company.
“They ended up fighting over me, and I had to intervene or they would’ve killed each other. My mate tried to hit me, so I had no choice but to challenge him. I killed him that day in front of everyone.
“Including my son, who saw me covered in blood—and the man who had just been introduced to him as his father, dead.”
He doesn’t react with shock, just listens. He seems to understand what I’ve been through.
“I lost my son ten years ago when he was two, in a rogue attack orchestrated by the luna of Blood Moon. She was upset that her mate wanted to reject her so I could be his again.
“I tortured her for months, after killing her baby the same day she took my son’s life. She was pregnant by my brother, and I revoked all alliances and deals and declared both packs enemies, as did most packs after finding out.”
“Why would your pack expect you to mate after that?” he asks, his voice filled with anger.
“That’s just the way wolves are. The coven has accepted that I won’t have a mate, but the women in the coven love to gossip about me with the wolves, about why I need lovers and who I’m currently sleeping with.
“The guys aren’t bothered by it. And as I mentioned before, I’ve kept my hands off the vampire guys. I did it out of respect for the women, giving them a fair shot since they don’t typically have mates,” I explain, my tone dripping with innocence.
He grins at me, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. I return his kiss as he wraps his arms around me, and we drift off to sleep.
