The Banished Luna

Chapter 12

"Just...go slowly" Georgia whispered, afraid Geneva would panic again.

Avi didn't reply. He leaned in and kissed her lips, his fingers gently stroking her velvety inner walls.

"Ah, yes. Like that" She moaned. "Ohhhh..."

He kissed her again, then moved downwards, kissing her neck, breast, belly, and thigh. Then, without removing his fingers, he dove between her folds, nibbling and tonguing. There was still a slight stiffness to her body language, but she was obviously enjoying his touch.

He briefly raised his head to plan his next move, and noticed the silvery scars that peeked through her black curls.

"Did he do this to you?" He asked, loathe to ruin the mood, but instantly concerned for his mate. He slowly withdrew his fingers to examine her more carefully. A long straight scar ran from her entrance downwards, with more ragged ones radiating out around it. It was like nothing he'd ever seen.

Georgia tried to close her legs, but he stopped her. He traced a gentle finger along the biggest scar. She looked up at the ceiling of the hut and exhaled deeply. Avi was her fated mate and deserved to know what happened.

"Geneva had taken control. She was in heat and desperate for the power the Alpha's seed could provide. The Alpha was under the control of a synthetic pheromone....that I gave him."

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to banish the memory and the shame assiciated with it. "Something about that stuff made him crazy. And horny. But more crazy. At first, I wanted him, but then I didn't. His wolf was...too big for Geneva, but he pinned her down and forced himself into her. Then he got bigger and bigger, and couldn't get it out."

Her voice became flat and clinical. Half of what she knew about that night was pieced together from her own traumatized memory, and the other half had been told to her. "By the time the doctor got there, Geneva was already ripped and bloody, but she had to cut us so that the Alpha could pull out."

Avi listened, wide-eyed with awe, to the details. No wonder she'd had such a reaction to him.

Our mate is very strong to have lived through this horror. Aarni was aghast, but impressed at her resilience.

Georgia's body relaxed, as if telling the story had purged the stress from her. She smiled a little and looked up at the stunning man still positioned between her legs. His formidable erection had softened somewhat, but he still looked at her with love and lust, with one hand resting easily on each of her thighs. He squeezed them affectionately.

"My beloved, you are a warrior. These scars are proof of your strength. They are as beautiful to me as the rest of you. And the rest of you is so beautiful." He slid a hand under the small of her back and lifted her to a sitting position.

"Your face is beautiful." He kissed her lips.

"Your breasts are beautiful." He nuzzled her breast before kissing the soft, supple skin and nipping at a perky n****e. Georgia giggled.

He laid her back down onto the bench. "And this is beautiful too." He kissed the curls on her mound. "And I will not do anything to you that you do not absolutely want. And if you say 'stop', I will stop. I swear this to you."

If you want him, I won't stop you this time. Geneva's voice was small and fearful in the back of Georgia's mind, but she trusted that this gentle Nordic man would never harm her.

"I want you..." Georgia whispered. She wanted him desperately. She wanted to feel the kind of union that only destined mates were privvy to.

Those simple words were enough for Avi. His semi-flaccid member sprang to attention.

"Are you certain, love?" He caressed her cheek. We don't have to."

"Why don't you see how ready I am?" She smiled.

"I don't understand..." Avi c****d a head to the side like an inquizzitive puppy.

She flicked her gaze downwards for just an instant, then opened her inner lips with two fingers. Avi was greeted with a sopping wet p***y, clearly begging to be filled. "It's ready for you, do you see?"

Avi saw. And smelled. A delicately musky scent wafted upward and enraptured his senses in anticipation of the pleasure that was about to happen. He groaned and stuck his face right up into it, breathing deeply. When he reappeared, his face was moist with her juices and jubilantly happy.

"I will be gentle." He positioned himself, ready to enter her. Then pushed just the tip in.

Georgia gasped with mingled pleasure and apprehension. She prayed that Geneva would stay silent.

"You you ok? Can I keep going?" He leaned over her, analyzing her face for any signs of displeasure .

"I think so." Georgia took his face in her hands and kissed him, deeply, passionately, as he entered her, inch by slow inch. A tiny whimper bubbled up through her lips as his girth stretched painfully at the scar tissue. He instantly froze and broke away from the kiss.

"Is it too much? Should I stop?"

"No, no. It's just the scars. They hurt a little. I can keep going. Please, don't stop." Georgia panted.

He nodded and kept going until he was sunk to the hilt, then paused, watching his mate for any changes. Her expression showed nothing but pure pleasure, so he started sliding in and out, slowly and carefully.

Georgia felt every vein, every ripple of Avi's throbbing length. After the first few strokes, she started lifting her hips to meet him, pushing him deeper.

The two lovers moaned together as they found their rhythm. He pressed his body into hers, holding her close as their slow and steady strokes brought them to perfect mutual climax.

With Rhys, it was just s*x. Georgia thought, this is making love. It sounded corny, even in her mind, but she didn't care.

Even awkwardly perched on a wooden bench, in a dimly lit sauna billowing with steam, and, most likely, nosy packmates listening outside, it was perfect.