Luna Athalia

9. Too Powerful for his Poor, Unmated Mind

Vincent John Reyes

Athalia had disappeared the moment they returned to the pack house. It was expected - especially considering her mate's brazen declaration in front of the Union and the rogues. Vincent wasn't sure how to address it all. He couldn't reject the challenge, especially when they had just lied to the entire pack about their mate pull. Many - like Julian and Wilder - assumed it was a last-ditch effort to become Alpha. They hadn't even considered the idea that Remy was Athalia's true mate.

The Luna suddenly appeared at Julian's door, her hair still wet and her clothes clinging to her barely-dried body, "Vincent."

He got to his feet, heart thudding at the sight of her, "What? What's wrong?"

"I need you right now." She said a bit breathily, disappearing from the door as she practically ran back to her room.

Julian chuckled, rolling his eyes, "Never took the Luna for the begging type. But I guess that's what the mate pull does to the unmarked." 

Vincent shot a glare to his little brother, slightly embarrassed though he didn't try to correct him. Without a word, he followed after her, green eyes glittering with amusement as she stood impatiently by her door. He walked in, turning around as she locked the door behind them.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

She looked hesitant, playing with her bracelets as they stuck to her damp skin. Her chest heaved with a sharp, deep inhale as she took tiny tentative steps towards him.

He kept his eyes on her, growing concerned as his brow furrowed, "Atty?"

"You know I hate it when you call me that." She murmured, her steps quickening as she practically launched onto him. 

Though surprised, he caught her easily - she was so light - her legs wrapping around his waist. He gulped a bit, his head pulled back as he tried to look at her, "What's going on? He-hey!"

Vince practically melted as her lips met his neck, the warmth of her wet mouth felt like it was burning his skin. His hands instinctively tensed around her thighs, egging her on more as she trailed kisses along his neck and towards his jaw, 

His head was swimming as she found his lips hungrily, prying his lips open with ease. Her tongue rolled flat into his mouth, their heads tilting to the side to fit each other better. He stumbled back a bit, knocking roughly against the wall of her room. Her legs tightened around him as his eyelids fell closed, allowing the warmth of her kiss and the soft skin of her thighs to ground him mentally. She wiggled a bit in his grasp, the stiffening rod in his pants beginning to press into her lower abdomen. 

Vincent forced himself to stop, pulling his head away again though he couldn't seem to let go of her. He looked at her sternly and curiously, "What are you doing?"

Her flushed cheeks deepened in color, her gaze drifting down as she murmured, "I-I think this is what we need to do."

"What we need to do?" His grip began to loosen, almost feeling offended, "What do we 'need' to do, Athalia?"

She blinked, nibbling on her bottom lip as she brought her gaze back to him. Those deep brown eyes were drawing him in and he almost regretted stopping their makeout, "I think we should create and complete our mate bond. I can reject Remy and make this...make us real. And we can lead Roaming Ember together."

"Really?" Vincent pursed his lips, shifting his weight as she rocked back and forth in his grip, "Is that what you want?"

"I want what's best for the pack, Vincent..." her voice was low, her tone hesitant and thoughtful, "We are the best leaders the pack could have. Just because Remy is my destined mate does not mean he is destined to be Alpha. This is the right decision."

Vincent paused, "But is this what you want?" He looked at her, his grip beginning to loosen as she hesitated. She bit down on a pink bottom lip, staring at him before reconnecting their kiss. He so desperately wanted to protest, to stop until she said what he wanted to hear. But her lips were far too soft and her tongue far too warm, her arms hooking behind his neck as she drew her damp body closer to his.

Whatever bewitching effect Athalia had on him - on the entire pack really - was too powerful for his poor, unmated mind to reject.

Her legs loosened from around him as she began snaking down, their mouths breaking apart, and a drooping string of saliva falling between them. The look in her eye was hungry, determined as she lowered herself, Remy bracing against the wall as his fingertips felt the soft locks of black hair.

But his mind was muddled, driven with lust for the girl who he had dreamt of for years as she unzipped his pants and delicately rubbed his clothed member from outside of his boxers. 

Her touch was addicting, every inch of him wanting to be blessed by it. And she spent little time in revealing himself to her, pausing as she looked at him. Vince looked down, slightly nervous. Though this was not the first time and his Beta genes were truly nothing to be embarrassed about, there was something about the way she was staring that made his d**k twitch in anticipation.

Athalia seemed to take this as an invitation, opening her mouth and enveloping him with near-instant pleasure. Vince had always thought Lia was innocent and she had never disclosed any sort of s****l activity to him but she maneuvered his d**k with skill.

Has she done this before? She's never had a boyfriend, I think. She-

Her small hand took the side of his shaft, moving along the moistened length and instantly cutting any semblance of reason from his thoughts. Vince's head knocked against the wall as her mouth took as much as it could while her hand massaged the rest. He felt the mounting pre-c*m get licked from the tip of his d**k, her throat wrapping around him and begging for more. 

Vince's chest heaved as he fought from releasing after just a few minutes of pure bliss. She gave him some relief as she drew back, his d**k practically dripping with her saliva. Her tongue prodded the sensitive line beneath his head, digging in just slightly. 

"f**k, Athalia..." he murmured, stroking the top of her head as she returned to throating him slowly and deliberately.

The Luna looked up, her big eyes connecting their gazes in an expression of lust and pure s****l magnetism. In that moment, Vince truly lost all doubt, bending down to lie atop the slender woman. Her back pressed against the cold hardwood floor of their room, Atty groaned quietly as she felt his length press against her once more. She had simply thrown on a pair of sleeping shorts, no underwear in her hurry, and the warmth of her core drew him like moth to flame. 

He ground his head against her, pressing the cloth into the shallows of her entrance as she practically mewled with pleasure. He maneuvered his body to edge her shorts away, feeling the soft p***y lips against his shaft as he began re-wetting the length against her slit. 

His mouth found her throat, kissing and nibbling at the skin, practically tasting her dark chocolate scent on his tongue. Her eyes fluttered, breath hitched in her throat as her lips parted just slightly.

Vince felt his wolf begin to edge out his consciousness, the beast prepared to take the kill. He had been with many women in a desperate attempt to find his mate but this felt different. It almost felt real. Beau - despite all his trepidation and doubt - seemed feral with anticipation. 

But before he could push further, Vince paused, the tip of his head just barely gracing her folds as he hovered above her. His hands lay at either side of her head as her eyes opened just slightly to look at him.

"Athalia, is this what you want?" The Beta needed to know, he wouldn't allow him or Beau any further if she wasn't whole-heartedly giving herself to him.

But the look behind her eye - though dim and barely noticeable - gave him the answer. She was still hovering in a gray realm of "maybe, maybe not" and Vince knew her well enough that something like this would eat at her psyche if he continued.

Instead, he shifted his position to again rub against her lips, his length settling against the warm, soft skin in a way that was still somehow better than any she-wolf he had bedded. The glint in her eye seemed to portray relief as she kissed him again, softer but just as determined.

Thank you...

Her mindlink whispered in his head and he only grumbled a response. They continued to make out, allowing themselves to find peace in their familiar companionship and finally sating an unspoken hunger for each other. Spending every day of their lives together made this urge feel natural, almost fated.

Vince ground into her a bit harder, feeling his release begin to gather. He felt himself stiffen against her sensitive nub, causing her breath to hitch as she sharply inhaled. 

Athalia suddenly pushed him, rolling on top of him before turning so she was faced with his throbbing member. Her drenched shorts hovered above him, his large hands coming up to grasp her rounded bottom and bringing her down onto his tongue. 

His tongue worked inside her expertly, his fingers following suit - giving her the relief from being teased endlessly. Her moan filled his ears as he curled his fingers inside her, stroking her walls while swirling her c**t with his tongue,. 

He paused briefly as her mouth enveloped him once more, her moans muffled by his thick member. 

I want to hear you... he thought lowly, a growl rumbling deep within him as he bit down softly on her c**t. A moan vibrated from her stuffed throat, causing him to twitch with near-release. 

Athalia took this opportunity to force herself down as far as she possibly could, his d**k beginning to throb almost painfully. He bit down on her c**t again, causing her to cry out with sudden release. At that same moment, he allowed himself as well, shooting sticky white c*m into her mouth. She grinded against his tongue as he lapped up her orgasm, drinking down every drop. 

As she came up, she opened her mouth, coating his sensitive length with his own seed. Though he usually preferred a clean swallow, there was something so intensely sexy about the way she looked over her shoulder at him, tongue hanging out of her mouth as the rest of his essence dripped onto the top of her chest. 

Vince breathed heavily as he looked at her, silent as she got up and moved to the bathroom to clean herself up.

If that's what a 'maybe' feels like, I definitely have to know how a 'yes' does.