My Rouge Luna

Chapter 12 marked

Christa’s P.O.V.

The Pull

I continued up the steps lost in my thoughts and emotions I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even notice him until it was too late. That scent—rich cedarwood mixed with smoke and rain—hit me like a wave, distracting me enough that I walked straight into what I thought was a wall. Except it wasn’t a wall.

It was him.

All six feet ten inches of raw dominance, broad shoulders cutting a silhouette against the light, that tanned skin, and those eyes that never seemed to let me breathe. My so-called mate, standing in my way as always. Heat surged through me, unwelcome and undeniable. I rolled my eyes, brushed past him, and muttered, “Not now.”

“Christa, wait.”

The sound of his voice stopped me cold. I hated that it did. We were standing just outside the great oak doors, the night air cool against my skin. I should have kept walking, but something in his tone—pleading, stripped of pride—made me pause.

“Please, baby.” His voice cracked on the word. “I just want to talk. Give me one hour, that’s all I’m asking. I never meant to hurt you. I’m blindsided here, just like you are. Please, mi amor. You could’ve rejected me already, but you didn’t. That means something. It has to.”

My heart betrayed me before my mind could shut it down. I wanted to resist him—gods, I needed to—but when I turned and looked into those dark, earnest eyes, my resolve wavered.

“Fine,” I said, crossing my arms. “But I’m not your baby.”

He smirked at that, as though victory tasted sweet on his tongue, and followed me inside.

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In my room, I kicked off my heels, loosened my hair, and sat on the bed while he stood over me like a storm waiting to break. He shed his jacket, shoes, and belt, his fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt until I raised a hand.

“Slow your roll, lover boy.”

He laughed softly, and the sound ignited something low in my belly. His eyes flashed black before he reined himself back in.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing to me?” His voice was low, husky. “I can smell your need, Christa. You want me as much as I want you. Just let me in… let me prove it.”

My pulse thundered in my ears. Every instinct screamed at me to shut him down, to remind myself who I was and why I was here. But another part—the traitorous part—ached for him. For his touch. For the bond we both kept pretending wasn’t real.

“Carlos…” His name slipped from my lips before I could stop it, breathy, charged.

In two strides he was kneeling before me, his hands firm on my waist as he pulled me closer. His touch was fire and possession all at once. My body betrayed me, leaning into him, craving more. His lips brushed mine—tentative at first, then deeper, desperate. A kiss that wasn’t just want, but need. A kiss that said you’re mine even when my mind screamed otherwise.

I should have pushed him away. I should have reminded him—and myself—of all the reasons this couldn’t happen. Instead, I let him kiss me like I was air and he was drowning. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer when I should have shoved him back.

When we finally broke apart, we were both gasping, foreheads pressed together, fighting for control.

“Mi reina,” he whispered, his voice shaking with restraint. “Say the word, and I’ll stop. But if you don’t… if you let me, I’ll never let you go.”

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Carlos’s P.O.V.

The Edge of Control

She was fire in my arms—wild, dangerous, intoxicating. My wolf howled inside me, demanding I take her, mark her, claim her before the bond consumed us both. But even as desire threatened to undo me, my humanity fought back.

If you mark her against her will, you’ll lose her forever.

I looked into her eyes, searching for the truth. And what I saw there nearly undid me: hesitation, yes, but also longing. Fear, but also need. She didn’t have to say it—I could feel it. She wanted me. Maybe even loved me, though she’d never admit it.

“Christa,” I murmured, brushing her hair back from her face. “Can I have you?” “Christa can i have you”

She nodded dropping the tought act for just for a moment i could see something in her eyes she didn’t have to say it i could feel it she loved me I slammed into she cried out in pleasure I started bouncing her up and down on my d**k she was so wet and so tight I could feel her walls caressing every inch of me she wrapped her arms around my neck as she kissed my ears and neck she moaned my name pushing me over the edge I pumped faster and harder squeezing and smacking her ass she screamed in pleasure

“YES CARLOS I made sure to pull out as far as I could before slamming into her again I wanted her to feel every single inch of me gliding in and out of her over and over again

I kissed and licked her marking spot then I whispered “your such s good girl can you c*m for daddy”

“Yes yes daddy I’m right there I’m about to c*m” it was now or never cause I was about to c*m as well

I bared my canines preparing to mark her all the while still f*****g her brains out I felt her dig her nails into my back loosing control as her p***y began throbbing the sweet nectar of her flower overflowing she gave into her wolf and I knew what was coming next she bit down on my shoulder as she came marking me sealing her own fate the feeling of my her marking me as well as being as deep inside her as my d**k would allow and the smell of her sweet sweet flower drove me right over the edge

“FUCKKKKKK” I screamed as I exploded into her I bit down on her marking spot causing her so much ecstasy I could feel her c*m again she screamed her legs shaking she squirted and made a beautiful mess then fell limp in my arms. For a moment, there was no war, no betrayal, no questions about the past. Just us. Two souls colliding, fighting and surrendering all at once.

And I knew—whether she admitted it or not—there was no turning back.