A Return to Happiness (The True Luna Series Book 1)

Chapter 8

Lily

“Mate!”

I hear my wolf screaming the word inside of me. Oh, Moon Goddess, is the Alpha King Wolfe my mate? My fated mate? That can’t be true, he’s ten years younger than me. I’m so mystified I can’t hardly think. Everything in that room is electrifying, the Alpha King Wolfe himself is electrifying. He smells way too good, so intoxicating, so warm, so s****l. Sandalwood, definitely sandalwood. I stare at him and I feel hypnotized. Alpha King Wolfe, he’s not himself. He’s being overpowered by his wolf. I can feel it, so vividly, because right now, I’m being overpowered by my wolf myself.

He doesn’t seem like he can’t handle his wolf, I know I can’t handle my wolf either. And when he leaps right towards me, I know that he’s already being taken over by the feral animal inside of him. My wolf whimpers, eagerly waiting. She sends pheromones that makes the Alpha King’s wolf randy and highly aroused.

With one spring the Alpha King Wolfe is already in front of me, he sweeps me off of my feet and carries me to an extremely gigantic four-post bed in the center of the room where he just throws me. It doesn’t hurt, if at all, it’s highly arousing. I’m beyond aroused, but embarrassed all the same. My wolf, though, is far from embarrassed. It seems like, she’s begging even. That horny b***h is actually begging for the Alpha King’s wolf to ravish her right there and then.

“Lemon cake,” the Alpha King Wolfe says, actually growls.

Oh, yes, lemon cake. I look around, try to locate the lemon cake. I too, want lemon cake. But there is no lemon cake even though the smell of it is taking over the whole room.

The Alpha King Wolfe stares, no gawks, no ogles my body as if it’s his last meal. His eyes capture mine as he starts to crawl over towards me. I’m too hypnotized to move, I’m not sure I even want to. The Alpha King Wolfe’s moves are eager, desirous, and extremely, extremely predatory. Before I even blink, he’s already on top of me, caging me with both arms. His eyes stay at mine, but his nose sniffs hungrily. He then dips his head down, searching for my neck, and somehow, of its own volition, my neck extends and bares itself to him. Although, I know that it’s actually my wolf who does that. She is now wholeheartedly submitting herself to his wolf, making me do the same in the process. Submitting myself wholeheartedly to the King.

The Alpha King Wolfe growls, seemingly satisfied with my submission. He licks my neck, sending shivers all over my body, especially down there. My wolf whimpers, or is it me? “It’s time to taste my lemon cake,” he whispers in my ear seductively.

Oh, yes. Lemon cake. I want to eat that too. Yet, I still can’t find it, though. I feel the Alpha King’s mouth go down from my neck to my shoulder, and continue down still. Where is the lemon cake? And down still. Now he reaches my breasts. He holds them both, and squeeze them hard, but so, so good. This time I moan. He seems like he likes the sound of my moan, because with one move, he rips my blouse off of my body, my bra too, is torn, leaving my breasts completely exposed. But not too long. The Alpha King covers one breast with his incredibly huge palm, squeezing it none too gently, while the other breasts he puts in his mouth, sucking it, then his tongue plays with my n****e, making it as hard as a diamond. Now I’m not just moaning, I’m writhing, wanting more.

“The most delicious lemon cake I’ve ever tasted,” he growls, sucking my breast even harder, looking savage, sounding even more so. I’m not afraid, far from it. What I am is falling, so far down I will never be able to come back up. He’s had me body and soul, just like that. In my final attempt to hang on to the last shred of my dignity, I desperately search for the lemon cake. Where is that stupid lemon cake?

Suddenly, I feel cold up there before realizing that the Alpha King has abandoned my breasts in order to continue the journey down south. He snarls and now his eyes are laser-focused on the prize, which is apparently my very core, between my legs. He sniffs, and snarls again. I’m flooding down there, the smell of my slick makes him crazy. He puts one hand firmly on my hip and the other on top of my skirt. And just like that, with the power that no man possesses, he yanks my skirt from my body, leaving me with my granny-panties.

The Alpha King stares at my granny-panties and I die right then and there, out of embarrassment. How was I supposed to know that today I was gonna be ravished by the King? But then again, perhaps I should wear sexy underwear every day. Just in case. Somehow, I feel liquid fall on me, I shyly look up and find that the Alpha King is drooling all over me. My granny-panties make him go nuts. Oh, heavens, imagine that. He starts to howl, then with one sure movement, he tugs my granny-panties out of the way, making my center in direct contact with his vision. Bare for him, like my soul.

“Granny-panties,” he growls. “Gone.” He spreads my legs wide apart as he positions his body right in the middle. And just like that, he dives. His mouth finds my mound and his tongue laps over the length of my p***y then sucks my slick honey greedily. “Liquid lemon cake.”

Liquid lemon cake? Wait, am I the lemon cake? Oh, Moon Goddess, I am. But all thoughts are abandoned when the Alpha King dives into me, into my very core, his thumb finds my c**t and starts to play with the nub while his tongue continues the assault on my inside. He then slides a finger inside me and starts to caress expertly. I’m losing it, writhing hard under him like a mad woman. He’s relentless, putting another finger inside me, moving it in a different direction from the first one. The second finger touches my spot, my oh so sweet spot. I scream, loud.

He realizes that he has reached the spot that makes any woman insane with pleasure. He then smirks, and redirects his other finger to join the one that has reached the spot, putting pressure so good beyond my wildest dream. He keeps hitting the spot, while his thumb pinches and flicks my nub, and his mouth continuous to suck, hard. I pant and writhe until my release makes me scream so loud, I fear of losing my voice.

I die my little death, vaguely aware of the Alpha King greedily sucking me clean before climbing my body to capture my eyes with his. “Do you want some liquid lemon cake?” he asks, a playful smirk on his face. “It’s fuckin delicious.”

I can’t answer, too embarrassed to answer since I know what he’s brazenly talking about. He wants me to taste me. I want to turn away but the Alpha King’s stare entrances me, I’m unable to move even a muscle. Slowly, I nod.

The Alpha King laughs. “Good,” he says before kissing me, hard. His kiss is so out of this world, so electric. I can feel it all over my body, inside my core even though I just had the most spectacular orgasm I’ve ever experienced. His kiss consumes me, every ion, every pulse, every breath, my whole being is taken captive by that single kiss. When he stops the kiss, I feel lost.

But I’m not the only one who suffers from the loss of our raw connection, when the Alpha King’s kiss leaves me so he can look into my eyes, I swear I can see his soul. Bare for me to hold. In his eyes I see desires, and tenderness, and yearnings, and longings, and even love. I don’t know how I can be so sure of that, it’s probably because what I see in his eyes are the mirror of what I feel in my heart. Then he kisses me again, tenderly this time. “Do you like the lemon cake, my love?” he asks, a humor in his voice.

I laugh, shyly I say, “Yes, thank you.”

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Boone

Shyly, she says, yes, thank you. Sooo adorable, my mate. Finally, a woman I can call my own. My Luna. So pretty, as pretty as a picture. How can I be this lucky? After all these years. Thirty-two to be exact, I thought I would never find my one and only, my forever love, my Luna. But now here she is underneath me, ravishing in her naked splendor. I thank Moon Goodness in my heart, she has made me wait this long but it’s all worth it in the end. Good things come to those who wait, and I have, waited.

“I want you,” I say. She doesn’t answer but she smiles and shyly nods. I’m gone, so far gone. “I want you to be my Luna,” I say again. This time her eyes widen, she doesn’t seem to completely believe me. So, I kiss her again, slowly this time, but the effect is just as intoxicating, for me as I know for her too.

“I want you to be my Luna,” I say again. “You will be my one and only. I will be faithful to you. I love you, and will always love you from now until eternity. This I promise you.”

This time she believes me, because she smiles her captivating smile. She takes my breath away. I’m happy, I thought I would never experience happy again. This feeling, the feeling of pure happiness is so foreign to me, I don’t remember the last time I feel happy. It’s too much I thought I might burst. Without even realizing it, I’m crying, tears are actually falling. She reaches out to wipe the tears on my face, by this time, she’s crying too. I do the same, I reach out to wipe the tears on her face. Somehow, we both laugh. We cry and laugh together at the same time. It’s crazy, but it doesn’t matter, I suppose love is crazy.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you,” she says.

“I want to make love to you,” I say.

“Yes,” she says. “I want to make love to you too.”

That’s it. That is my undoing. Her words of love, her permission for me to take her. I kiss her again, slowly, deliberately. I tend to make her lost in my kiss, not realizing me entering her until I’m deep inside her, until I move together with her, in unison. Her eyes go wide when she realizes that her body has welcomed me.

“Ups,” I say, grinning.

She laughs, blushing all over. “Ups,” she says.

“Hold me,” I whisper to her ear. “Hold me tight. Match my rhythm.”

She nods and holds me so tight like she doesn’t want to let go of me. Ever. She matches my rhythm so easily, so beautifully, so naturally as if we have done this millions of times already but still can’t get enough of each other. We are now one, we’re no longer two.

Somehow, I know that she’s not a virgin, and it doesn’t matter. I’m a thirty-two years old man, not twenty-two. I have taken so many women in my life virgins and not, the last thing I am is a hypocrite. My first Luna was a virgin, and so was Camellia. I was not robbed of the experience. It’s no longer about that. It’s no longer about the past. Hers or mine.

It’s about the future now. Ours. In the future, I will only belong to her, and she will only belong to me. In the future, she will carry my children and we will raise them together. Our lives together will be perfect. Because good things come to those who wait.

We stay like that, making love to each other, taking what the other is giving, until everything is building up. Until every fiber in our bodies come to live. Until the electricity that sparks from deep within her ignites me. Until her screams and her holds awaken my very primal instinct as my fangs bite her bare neck, claiming her. Until we both reach nirvana with my last hard thrust.

I hold her tight, giving her the assurance that I will not leave her now that I’m all through. She stays in my embrace as she’s savoring her ripples of the residual climax. Her body is flushed and she couldn’t look more beautiful. Gently I roll over to my side, carrying her with me, positioning her on top of me.

I kiss her crown and caress her hair as we lie in my bed – our bed now, enveloped by our sweet scent of s*x, spent. We stay like that, lost in our own little paradise, until I realize something. I look down, my eyes find hers.

“Who are you?”

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