Their Barren Luna

3: The First Taste

My first time in history, I was this scared. And a strange ache throbbed between my thighs.

He stared at me from head to toe, slowly, as he kept dragging on his cigarette. Then his eyes dropped to the tray shaking in my hands.

He tilted his head toward the table beside him. That was his way of telling me to set it down.

I started walking toward the table, my heels echoing sharply against the tiled floor. The sound filled the room.

Suddenly, he angrily hurled a spoon from a nearby plate—it clattered right against my shoe. That’s how I understood what he meant. I quickly slipped off my shoes.

I’d heard the rumors—he doesn’t like talking. He hates disturbance.

I reached the table, set the tray down, and stepped back quickly. His eyes swept over me, then down to my clothes. I instinctively glanced down at myself, remembering what Siya had told me: Remove your clothes before he tells you to.

My hands trembled as I reached for my skirt. I thought he would drink first, but no—he just kept looking.

Anything that happened to me now… Ethan caused it. If he hadn’t told me he was rejecting the offer at first, I wouldn’t have begged him to call back.

I finally slid my skirt down, leaving only my panties. His eyes stayed locked on my body while he took another drag of the cigarette.

I took off my vest, left standing in just my bra and panties.

With nothing but a flick of his eyes, he ordered me to remove those too. I wanted to speak, but I held my tongue—I’d only speak if he asked me to. No man had ever seen me naked before. I always lured them, but never let them touch.

I unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts—hard and high—I didn't remove my necklace, I wouldn't want him to find out I'm not a real wolf.

I looked straight at him. He let out a low sigh.

I slipped my panties down, revealing my perfectly shaped v****a. This time, his sigh was heavier. He placed the cigarette on the plate, then crooked a finger at me, telling me to come closer.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Alpha… Alpha Ronan, take the drink first, before anything,” I said, finally mustering the courage.

His reaction was instant. He shot to his feet and slapped me hard.

“How dare you speak here,” he speak at last, his voice husky and deep, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. His tone carried the kind of authority that crushed defiance.

My cheek burned, and rage flared in my chest. No one had ever slapped me before. I wanted to strike him back—but I couldn’t. If I did, I’d never leave this room alive.

But I swore, I would have my revenge. As soon as he took the drink and drifted off to sleep, I would slap him back.

He gripped the back of my hair, yanking me closer. His eyes scanned me again, slowly, then he forced me down onto my knees.

He removed his trouser and free his c**k.

“Suck it, you little she-wolf,” he growled, his voice sharp and low, cutting through the heavy air like a command I couldn’t ignore. His hands gripped my hair, pulling just enough to make me whimper as I felt the thick, veiny length of his c**k press against my lips.

I gasped, my eyes wide as I took in the sight of him. His d**k was massive, hard and throbbing, veins standing out like they were begging for attention. The ache between my thighs pulsed harder, my cunt already wet just from looking at him. He slapped his c**k against my cheek, the heat of it making me shiver before he nudged it against my lips again.

“Open your f*****g mouth,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. I obeyed instantly, parting my lips as he pushed his c**k inside, the tip hitting the back of my throat. My mouth stretched around him, saliva pooling as I struggled to take him deeper. His hands tightened in my hair, guiding my head back and forth as I started to suck.

“suck it harder,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.

I could feel every inch of him, the weight of his d**k on my tongue, the way it pulsed as I worked him. My hands gripped his thighs for balance, my nails digging into his skin as I moaned around him. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty and raw, and I found myself wanting more, wanting to feel him f*****g my mouth harder.

“Nnngh,” he muttered, his hips thrusting forward slightly, making me gag. But I didn’t pull away. Instead, I sucked harder, my tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft as I took him deeper. His groans filled the room, spurring me on as I let myself get lost in the act.

I moaned as he continue f*****g my face, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he thrust deeper and deeper. My throat clenched around him, my body responding to every movement as I let him use me. His c**k hit the back of my throat again and again, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes from the intensity of it.

“ohh,” he panted, his hands tightening in my hair. “You’re such a good little cocksucker. f**k, I’m gonna c*m all over that pretty face.”

My heart raced at his words, my cunt throbbing with need as I imagined what that would feel like. I wanted it—wanted to feel him explode in my mouth, to taste every drop. My hands moved to his ass, pulling him closer as I took him as deep as I could.

I was surprised, like how did I know how to do all this.

I braced myself, my mouth opening wider as I felt his c**k swell. With a final thrust, he released, hot c*m shooting down my throat

“Swallow it” he commanded.

I swallowed greedily. His moans filled the room, his hands holding my head.

He finally placed his hand on the drink, taking it. He drank it all, and I found myself smiling as he keep the cup.