The Full Moon Speakeasy

CHAPTER SIX: Something Primal

It was something beyond physical, it was deeper than that. Physical attraction would be as simple as liking the feeling of one another’s skin, appreciating the beauty of each other’s forms, and getting turned on by it all. Lucille didn’t have experience in that, but she instinctively knew this was something greater. Her soul felt ignited, perhaps for the first time in her life. 

That was the only way her mind could make sense of it because the moment their lips connected deeply, she needed him. Her body, spirit, and soul craved him. Their lips were crashing into one another like waves upon a rocky shore. Natural but violent, all consuming, leaving nothing untouched. Her thoughts blurred into a singular, low hum. There was no need to think, there was only Noah. 

They stumbled backward and just as Lucille thought they would collide with the couch, he moved them onward. His hands were gliding down her sides, gripping her hips as their tongues intertwined as one flesh. After they passed through the door, Luci’s back soon collided with a soft bed. When her eyes opened, Noah was hovering over her, the same want and desire burning deep in his green eyes. 

“Mi vuoi?” he asked as he began to pepper her neck with sweet, wet kisses. Her body was on fire with yearning, between her legs becoming damp. 

“I don’t know what that means,” she breathed, her cheeks burning bright pink. 

He jerked her downward, positioning so he was right overhead and she felt his own excitement press into her hip. “Do you want me?” he questioned, repeating the question from before. 

“Yes,” she whispered. 

In the next moment, he pulled her dress off. The fabric was lifted over her head and discarded before she could fully register it. As she blinked, he removed his button down shirt. Lucille had a nagging thought in the back of her head, worrying they were moving too fast. But it was the voice of her upbringing and culture, one that told her she was supposed to court, fall in love, and get married before she gave her body to another. Why should she give into that thinking when what she was doing felt so right? 

As soon as his lips were back on hers, her thoughts once again melted away. There was no more worries or overthinking. There was instinct, and she was going to follow it. 

His lips left hers and traveled down her neck and over her chest. A breath escaped her throat. Goosebumps covered her exposed flesh from the excitement and anticipation. She felt his teeth graze her n****e through the cloth of her bra as his hand petted between her legs. A groan sounded from Noah and it made her shudder. There was the ruffling of fabric, Noah removing his pants with his free hand. Her panties were the next to go. His fingers hooked under the thin fabric and slowly shrugged them down her legs. Her heart pounded in her chest, her eyes rounding with nervous excitement. Then, Noah’s eyes found hers and they narrowed slightly. “Lucille,” he began, his voice choked from hormones. “Are… you…” He sighed and leaned down over her, getting close to her face. “Are you a virgin?” 

Her mouth ran dry, her throat tightening around the word yes. She didn’t want to lie, but she also wanted him so badly that she feared telling him the truth would repel him. However, her body made the decision for her and nodded her head yes. Noah sighed and wiped at his mouth. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’m sure,” she breathed. 

His eyes darted around her own, searching for the certainty she spoke of. There was something lingering in his expression that she couldn’t decipher and she wasn’t sure if it was worth trying to solve it. Noah closed the distance between them, kissing her as deeply as ever and relief washed over her. He proceeded to worship her body again, his hands massaging her breasts as he sucked on each of her n*****s. His tongue circled them, his teeth lightly grazed the soft flesh. 

To her surprise, it ended swiftly, his mouth traveling down toward her navel. Interesting, she hadn’t expected that. She didn’t say anything, suspended mid air from all her anticipation and want. He was slinking further and further down the bed the lower he kissed. When his hands pried apart her knees and his arms hugged her thighs, she was slightly alarmed and more than a little confused. 

Noah’s tongue made contact against her lower lips and at first, she retched. It wasn’t that it felt bad, but rather foreign and she worried for his enjoyment of such an action. However, his hands massaged her legs as he licked her again and she allowed herself to relax. As her body adjusted and then welcomed the sensation of his warm, flat tongue against her most sensitive spot, she became aware of the phonograph still whirring in the background. Noah’s tongue seemed to move to the rhythm of the song. It moved in lovely swirls and circles, reminding her of the dancing they had just done. Her fingernails combed through his hair, her eyes closed as she gave herself to this new, magnificently intimate act. 

The sweet strokes then slipped between her seam, delicately rolling along every inch of moist skin. The tip of his tongue prodded at her opening and she gasped, her legs quivering. Never before had she really understood the meaning of the word erotic when it came to a sensation, but now she did. Her body reacted, her hips lifting to press into his wonderful attention. His arms moved from her legs to grip her hips as he teased her in the most sensational way. Her body craved more of him, wanting all of him. 

His delightful torture continued and a new tension built inside of her. Lucille was letting out melodic moans as he danced across her bud. Her hips continued to buck into him, longing more, needing more. He kept a slow rhythm, causing the pleasure to feel almost torturous. But it was a delicious torture, one that she would easily submit to time and time again. As her nails dug into the back of his scalp and her moans mounted in volume, Noah finally increased the speed of his strokes. 

Her body tightened and clamped down upon itself as the pleasure reached a fantastic peak. It was the build up of an orchestra followed by the sweet, harmonious croons of violins to ease the music back into its melody. It was the eye of the storm that passed all so quickly, followed by a break in the clouds. 

Her body tingled and shook as the waves of pleasure coursed through her. He was still licking and it was starting to tickle her. A little giggle escaped her and she moved her hand to turn him away, but his grip tightened on her and his tongue slowed into luxurious laps. Rather quickly, the tickling subsided and was replaced once more with the same burning want as before. As her giggles shifted to breathy moans, he pulled away from her center and crawled back over her. 

Noah peered down at her with eyes so tender, she swore love was shining in their gleams. His hand was still on her s*x, stroking her in gentle little motions. Wanting to reciprocate, she reached down and placed a hand over his member through his undergarment. Through the fabric, she can feel its warmth, its firmness, and how it throbs against her hand. 

He peels her hand away and her brow furrows at him. Noah brushes a few loose hairs from her face and kisses her sweetly. There’s a slight saltiness to the kiss then, and she thinks she should be embarrassed to taste herself… but she finds it sort of… flustering. ‘“Not tonight,” he told her, referring to him removing her hand. “There’s still a lot more for you to experience first.” 

Before she could form the words to ask what he meant, his finger pressed into her and rocked back and forth. Noah leaned down and seized her lips, bringing her back into the moment with him. 

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Noah’s body ached to claim her, but he needed to be patient. She was a virgin, completely untouched except for what he had done with her so far. He could see the want in her eyes, and heard her confirmation she wanted him just the same, but she didn’t know what that would mean for her. 

Lucille was his true mate, that was clear to him. And the moment he claimed her, her life would change forever. Hell, his would too. And there would be Mellie to deal with. Imelda Bianchi, the bride which the pack had decided for him because of his lack of mate and need to produce the strongest, most viable bloodline to keep the pack going. 

That was for another time, another day. That night, it was just him and Lucille Renaud. His fated lover, his soon-to-be best friend. His moon, his sun, his soul.