The Broken Luna

Chapter 7 Mira

Fallon led me up the stairs, his intoxicating scent drifting back to me. When we reached his door, I thought about when I had been in here this morning. Yesterday morning? Time is confusing at midnight. I felt sort of silly for having thought he was hiding his mate from the pack now. To think that we'd be ascending to Alpha and Luna soon.

"What did you want to talk about, Mira?" Fallon asked.

"There's a lot I need to tell you, but before I do, I need to know. Do you only want me because of the mate bond?" I asked.

"Mira, I have been praying to the Moon Goddess that you would be my fated mate for as long as I can remember. Look," he said, turning around the painting of me naked in the tree, "I found you the night of my first shift. You were deep in the woods and I picked up your scent. I followed it just to make sure you were safe. I know you have the gift of forest voices but I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to double check with my own two eyes. And when I got to your scent, I couldn't see you. So I looked up, and there you were. You were gorgeous. You were laying on the branch stomach down, your breast exposed to anyone who'd walk under you, your ass to the Moon Goddess. And I couldn't take my eyes off of your face. Or the way your hair curled around you like a blanket. Or how perfectly your lips matched your n*****s. I couldn't help but think, with your hair being so white, that you must be the Moon Goddess incarnate. I ran home and immediately painted this so that I'd never forget it. I have always thought you were the most beautiful creature I have ever seen."

I let go of the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"Okay, then we need to talk about my father's pack," I said.

"What about it?" He chuckled.

"Apparently, my father was the second-born in the Alpha line of the Northern Moonstone Pack. His brother, my uncle, never sired any heirs. Now that he's passed, I'm the rightful Luna of the lands. But, I don't know anything about being a Luna, or if I even want to claim my birthright. If we did, that would mean combining the two packs, but there's quite a bit of distance between the 2. Wouldn't it just be easier to sell the lands to the surrounding packs?" I rambled out

"You didn't know about your father's rank in his old pack? Or even that you had living relatives?" Fallon asked, skipping over all of the stuff I actually cared about.

"No, but that doesn't really matter. As my Alpha, I need to know what you want to d-" I started, but Fallon interrupted me.

"Mira, it does matter. You could've been raised as a princess. You would've had Luna training. I always assumed that you chose to stay here not that you were unaware that you had choices," he said, looking extremely concerned and… sad?

"I was given the choice to move into the pack house or to try to find family to take me in. My mother was an orphan, too. She always talked fondly about growing up in the pack house. I knew nothing about my father's family or old pack and assumed that was for good reason. I made the decision I thought my family would want me to make. Now can we focus on what's best for the pack?"

"You're right, with the distance between our two packs, it would be very difficult to reign over both. However, the wolves in your pack may not like being forced to swear fealty to an Alpha they've never met if we sell the pack lands to the surrounding packs. It would be best for us to travel to the lands and figure out who is currently ruling in your stead, probably your uncle's Beta, and ask them to hold an election. There's bound to be one or two Sigma's living in the pack lands, and being assimilated would also be a choice on the ballot. You would formally rescind your bid for Luna and transfer the birthright to whomever the pack chose," Fallon explained.

"Okay, that's really smart. Except that there's at least two wolves from my father's pack here. Your father thinks that they plan to kidnap me, " I explained.

"Okay, then our enforcers will track them down and question them while we make our travel plans," he said matter-of-factly. He had answers for everything. That must be what it means to be Alpha trained. Training that I would need now that I was to be Luna of the Crimson Moon Pack.

"My Luna, I've finally found you. And you were here under my nose the whole time," Fallon whispered, stepping closer to me and grabbing my upper arm. I shuddered at his touch.

Fallon leaned down and hungrily kissed me. My lips parted as his mouth worked against mine, allowing his tongue to dart in and out. He pulled away for two seconds and asked,

"May I mark you?"

"Yes, I accept you fully as my mate," I responded.

He kissed me all over my face, making me giggle, before he started sucking on my marking spot on my neck. I moaned, loudly, as I felt myself get wet and tingles erupted all over my body. He shifted his teeth and bit down, making me c*m.

"I'm just getting started, baby. Lay down," he growled out.

"Yes, Master," I breathed, eliciting a pleased growl to escape from Fallon.

I laid down on the huge bed and was blown away by how comfy it was. I didn't have much time to think about it as Fallon pulled my shirt over my head and started sucking on my left n****e. He used the tip of his tongue to tease just the tip of my n****e, making me moan and squirm underneath him.

"I need you still, baby ," he breathed, climbing off of me and reaching in to his nightstand drawer. He pulled out what looked like handcuffs, except instead of being connected to each other, they were each individually attached to leather ties. The cuffs were also made of leather. He cuffed each of my wrists and ankles and then tied them each to one of the four posts.

Then he resumed teasing my left n****e.

"You know, my other boob is starting to feel left out," I whined after five glorious minutes.

"Oh, really?" He asked, slapping my right breast. I cried out at the sting, getting wetter at the same time.

He took my right n****e in his mouth as his hand found the waistband of my leggings. He slipped his hand into my underwear and started gently massaging my c**t in circles. I tried to squirm away from the intense pleasure, but the cuffs on my ankles were tied just tight enough to the post that I couldn't move. All I could do was moan and grind against his hand.

"That's a good girl, dripping wet for me," he mumbled against my breast.

Then, he stuck one exquisitely long finger in me and started pumping. Rubbing that special spot inside until I thought I would explode. He suddenly pulled his hand out of my pants,

"You can't c*m yet, do you understand me, w***e?" He asked.

"Yes, Master," I responded.

"Good girl," Fallon growled, making my already dripping center get even wetter. He tore my leggings and underwear off with one sudden jerk.

"Hey! I liked those leggings!" I protested, momentarily forgetting our game.

He slapped my breast again.

"I'll buy you more, w***e," he growled.

"Sorry, Master," I whispered.

"Louder!" He said, slapping my breasts again, one after the other, harder.

"Sorry, Master!" I cried out, desperately trying to hold back my o****m.

"Don't move. I've got some more straps," he said before untying my legs from the post. He put a leather cuff around each knee, tying the connecting strap to the rail at the top of the posts before retying the ankle straps so that my legs were stuck at a bent and spread position. Then, he lowered his head between my thighs. He swirled his tongue around my c**t, tracing methodical patterns against the sensitive button, making me buck but getting held down from the straps on my ankles. My brain was already getting fuzzy when he plunged his tongue into my hole, tongue f*****g me quick and deep. Before I could help myself, I squirted on his face.

"God, you are so f*****g hot," he breathed, "Now that I've tasted you, it's your turn to taste me," he said, pulling his massive length out of his pants.

He pulled my chin up with his free hand and pushed the head of his c**k against my mouth. I liked the tip before taking it in my mouth and sucking, moving my tongue up and down the head, tasting him. He was salty and smooth. I was shocked how good he felt in my mouth, I was salivating just thinking of him filling me up more. He must have been reading my thoughts because he slowly pushed his full length to the back of my throat, making me splutter and my eyes water. He grabbed my hair into a ponytail and face-f****d me hard but methodically, keeping a steady tempo. I felt my p***y contracting with each thrust he plunged into my throat. Finally, I felt something warm splatter against my throat and flood my mouth as he pulled out. I quickly swallowed down his load and then opened my mouth with my tongue out to show him.

"Good girl," he cooed, "Are you ready? Or would you rather wait for another night to continue?" He asked.

"No, I'm ready. I've been waiting the past two years to turn eighteen and be mated," I responded.

"You really are a desperate little w***e," he growled before lining himself up with my entrance.

He entered me painstakingly slow, letting me feel myself stretch over every vein. When he was finally all the way in, I wiggled to adjust to this new full feeling. I never felt more complete. He started thrusting into me slowly, picking up pace until he was slamming into my swollen p***y. I was screaming and moaning out unintelligible sounds, grinding against his length every time he slammed into me, working up my own orgasms. I felt myself clench and shudder against him as he just kept slamming into me, not giving me time to process. The mattress was wet beneath me from how many times I squirted. Finally, when I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, I shifted my teeth and bit into his marking spot on his neck. He howled as he painted my insides with his c*m. He shuddered and collapsed on top of me as I felt his c**k pulsing the last of his load into me. I felt full and content for the first time in my life. Just after Fallon took the cuffs off my limbs, I heard Damien raging up the stairs.

"FALLON! MOTHER FUCKER, I WILL KILL YOU!" I heard Damien shouting from down the hall until he threw open the door, his face red with anger.

"Damien! What the f**k!" I roared, pulling the covers over my exposed breasts.