The Spirit Luna: Fragmented Soul

An Apparation

Regan POV

I felt a rare, unrestrained satisfaction as Cadence agreed to stay. My wolf purred beneath my skin, vibrating with exhilaration, sensing the closeness, the subtle connection that had been building since the mall attack. She trusted me — even in this small way — and that alone was intoxicating.

Driving her to her dorm to pick up her belongings, I kept my tone casual, though my mind buzzed. I was aware of every glance she threw my way, every small gesture, and I fought the urge to reach out, to brush a strand of hair from her face, to remind her she was mine to protect.

When we arrived at her room, I watched her as she packed quickly, methodically and independent as always. Her small room was modest — lived-in but cosy. Everything she owned fit into a few boxes, but the way she moved, precise and careful, revealed someone used to relying on herself, used to managing the world without much help.

I felt a pang, wishing she were moving in next to me, in my bed, not just my guest room. My wolf growled softly in protest, not entirely happy with the boundary of propriety I maintained for now.

By the time she finished, I had arranged transport, carrying her boxes myself. The ride back to my home was quiet, filled with unspoken awareness between us.

Once inside, I showed her to the guest room. “You’ll be comfortable here,” I said, though every fibre of me wished she’d sleep beside me. Her scent lingered in the air, fresh cut grass and something sharper, and I had to steel myself to leave her alone.

She didn’t protest, and I left her with a small smile, though my wolf growled at the injustice.

Later, when she joined me in the lounge, something shifted.

I hadn’t expected her to curl up next to me on the sofa to rest her head against my chest while we watched television, but she did. Innocently, naturally, trusting, and exhausted. Her weight was light, but her closeness made my wolf bristle, and my restraint almost crumble.

"Regan..."

She lifted her head up from my chest, I almost growled in protest, but then she locked gazes with me. "I don't think I want to be alone...and you..you feel safe - like -"

Before she could finish her sentence, I leaned forward and captured her lips, hungry. I undid her messy bun and ran my fingers through her wild curls and cupped her cheeks in my hands. Delving my toungue into her mouth, I explored, wanting to taste all of her. I needed more.

Cadence responded by shifting, swinging her leg over my lap- straddling me.

She fiercely met my kiss with her own urges. She was in need, too.

My wolf howled, mate, mate her.

The fire burning through me was hard to fight against, my c**k was erect and Cadence was rocking back and forth across it with maddening vigor.

"Regan," She whined.

My last teather connecting me to rationality snapped. My mate was in need and who was I to refuse her?

Undoing her jeans button, I slid my hand in and touched her wet p***y. She groaned into my mouth and then bit down on my lip. My c**k twitched with anticipation.

I slipped one finger in and began to pump her, then two. She broke our kiss and flung her head back in pleasure, arching her p***y towards my pumping fingers, trying the swallow them in deeper.

I lifted her shirt up with my other hand and pulled her bra down, releasing her beautiful breasts. I licked her pert n*****s and then began sucking on one while I continued to pump her relentlessly.

She began to shudder, and I knew her climax was close.

"c*m for me, Cadence," And as if my voice finished her off, she came all over my fingers.

I put them to my mouth and tasted her. Delicious. I wanted more.

I laid her spent form down, she covered her face as if embarrassed, so cute, and I pulled her panties down, exposing her cunt.Leaning forward, I inhaled deeply, and began the pleasurable task of lapping up her sweet juices.

Her sharp, intake of breath told me she was still riding the wave of her orgasm and I was not quite ready to let it end until I heard a moan so sultry I came in my pants.

Satisfied with my work and her pleasure, I grinned at her triumphantly.

"Come on, little one, I'll take you to bed,"

"Your bed?" Her hopeful question made me grin from ear to ear.

"Whatever you want, my love,"

I settled back carefully on the bed, letting her sleep against me. She must have been exhausted, and I had relieved her pent-up tension. I was aware of every breath, every soft movement, every sigh.

Cadence POV

Morning light crept through the blinds, painting the room in soft gold. I stirred, half-asleep, aware of the warmth behind me.

Regan was curled up behind me, his arms tightly hugging me.

My cheeks blazed with embarrassment at last night. I had left him feast on my p***y like I was an appetising dessert. It had been sensual and hot. If I hadn't almost passed out with pleasure, we may have gone all the way. Part of me wanted it...but it would be my first time and I wanted it to be special - not a moment of comfort.

I wriggled, trying to break free of Regans arms, only to find his large c**k was now pressed into my naked butt.

"Little one, do you want more?" His voice was husky and suggestive.

My ears burned bright red...but I know I wanted to feel him.

I pushed my butt into his prlvis and used my hand to slide his c**k between my legs, letting the tip of his penish brush my folds.

Regan stilled behind me. Possibly from shock due to my lewd antics.

"Just don't put it in...I'm not quite ready for that...but I..I want to make you feel good..."

Regans cleared his throat gruffly and nuzzled my neck, peppering it with kisses. Then he began to pump his c**k back and forty, teasing my p***y with the tip of his c**k, not fully entering. I began yo feel heat pull between my legs. I was getting better and wetter. The noise of my slick s*x embarrassing but erotic.

I used my hand to stroke Regans c**k and balls. He hissed in satisfaction. His hand pulled and pinched my n*****s, making me arch my arse further into him.

I don't know how long we kept up this deliciously slow torture. All I knew was I couldn't wait to be fully taken by him. His large c**k pulsates between my legs and I could only imagine how satisfying it would to stroke the walls of my virgina.

Regan began to breathe heavier, I could tell he was close. I stroked his head, and he came all over my hand and thighs.

Seeming to know instinctively, he thrust his fingers into me and began pumping until I came as well. It took seconds for the orgamlsm to crash over me.

Regan turned me face and kissed me, hard, "Go wash up, I'll cook you breakfast."

I nodded and headed to the shower.

The faint scent of something cooking — eggs, toast, coffee — greeted me as I left the shower and dressed.

I felt a tiny flutter of nervousness. I was used to independence, used to making my own meals, scraping by, and being self-reliant. Now… someone else was taking care of me.

He appeared at the doorway, tray in hand, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Breakfastbis seeved,” he said softly.

I swallowed, suddenly aware of how utterly odd this felt, being looked after, being safe. I nodded, accepting the plate without words. It smelled perfect.

Breakfast passed quietly. I tried to steady myself, balancing nerves and gratitude. There was an undercurrent of something more — awareness, tension, and warmth I couldn’t name.

Later, Regan drove me to campus. I could tell he regretted leaving me alone for even a moment, the faint tension in his jaw betraying his control. The city streets blurred past, and I noticed the subtle protective aura he carried, even in the mundane act of driving.

As I passed the student centre, I overheard fragments of conversation — hushed whispers about a “wolf attack” near town, speculation about missing animals, and panicked reactions. My pulse quickened. The threads of mystery tugged at me. My dream to be like Sherlock Holmes sparked again. I had to investigate.

I returned to the supposed scene, the location my classmates had mentioned, heart hammering with anticipation. But once again, there was nothing. No signs of chaos, no traces of struggle — only stillness.

And then… I saw her.

A figure, faint and almost translucent, glided across the clearing. A woman, long hair flowing, eyes filled with sorrow, a soft, haunting presence. She didn’t approach me or threaten me; she simply lingered, a ghost of sadness suspended in the fading light.

I froze, heart pounding, unsure what I was seeing. The air hummed faintly, and the wolf inside me stirred, alert, curious. Then, almost as quietly as she appeared, the figure vanished, leaving only the soft scent of forest and sorrow in the air.

I exhaled slowly, shivering despite the mild evening. Could it be… a spirit wolf? A manifestation of grief, loss, or something tied to the supernatural I was only beginning to understand?

I clenched my fists. Questions tumbled through my mind: Why was she here? What message was this? And why did my wolf respond as if recognizing something familiar?

Something told me this was only the beginning.