The Discarded Luna of Crestfall

- CARMEN MORRIGAN “Gorgeous," Alpha Justin whispered in my ear. "You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured this after the night I found you.” He pressed his lips to mine a second time, deeper and more intense than the first, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Then he kissed my neck and shoulders again, trailing down my full breasts and my tender, bouncing, sensitive n*****s, kissing his way down my stomach and towards down there. Slowly, he moved his head down between my legs, teasing my skin in the process. I flinched as he eased two large fingers into my wet slit, stroking me gently and sensually as he kissed down toward my c**t. I felt his hot and wet tongue as it lapped at my c**t, swirling it counter-clockwise, sending me to the height of ecstasy. “Oh!” I moaned in pleasure, pulsing through my body in waves, forcing every wild thought from my mind as I was consumed by passion for my alpha. He ran his tongue down my wet slit, slowly circling it, sucking it hard, until I was on the verge of madness. I wanted him inside me. Why was he making me desperately wait like this? Then I heard one zip, the sound of him starting to unzip his pants and show me his pulsing, hard d**k to me. I heard his belt buckle clatter against the floor, then his pants dropped. He stood hovering over me, his shirt off now too, his bare, muscular chest just inches away from my own. I could feel him teasing me for a little longer before the tip of his huge d**k touched my wet cunt. I hesitated. “Justin,” I said, almost out of breath. “What?” “Please,” I whispered as I slipped my fingers through his dark hair. I couldn't ask, but I widened my legs, letting him come near my center. "I need you." Justin growled again, then broke the kiss, only to gasp into the curve of my neck instead. He hitched my leg up around his hip, and gently thrust himself inside me. I moaned with pleasure, then wound my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, as he pressed me deep into the thin mattress. His hands were pinning my wrists above my head, tracing down my waist, pulling my hips flush against his until every breath I took was filled with him. When he slid his hand down my thigh and drove into me one last time, my back arched off the bed with a shuddering gasp ripping from my throat as we hit the crest together. I knew I’d miss this badly. His passionate kiss, his gentle touch, his low growl as he brought me to another gasping orgasm. It was this sudden, breath-stealing heat that was my anchor for three years. With his forehead resting in the hollow of my neck, his weight settling against me, his heart beating furiously against my chest. I lay there with my eyes closed, waiting for him to kiss my forehead just as he always did. Instead, he raised his head and his soft thumb pretended to rub circles on my cheekbone, and he spoke casually in a low voice that made me tense all over. "Look. Just listen to me for two seconds," Justin whispered in the crook of my neck, his warm hands running up my bare chest. His voice was annoyingly quiet, even as he was giving a spreadsheet lesson on a budget. "You know I love you, babe. But it's just a marriage contract. A pure, stupid business deal. Nothing more. The Silverpeak Pack has the border routes we need, and her father won't sign off on the trade agreement unless she gets a ring on her finger. That's literally all this is." I'm lying on my back, gazing up at the water stains on the ceiling of my little room. I pressed my hands against his shoulders, but only hard enough to allow an inch of cold air between us and our chests. “A ring on her finger?” I muttered, my voice deadpan. I finally understood why he was coming to me tonight, I thought. We haven't been seeing each other for months, but you finally f**k me tonight because you want me to give in. But I couldn't get the words out. "Don't do that," he sighed, pulling back to look down at me. He had dark eyes that always had that smooth, polished allure when he needed to deflect blame. “It's two years maximum. After we consolidate the trade routes, and we pay back the pack debt, I declare a formal divorce and marry you officially.” "And what am I supposed to do for two years, Justin?" I asked, looking him dead in the eye. "Be like a dirty little secret in this back room while you're pretending you're playing house with the heiress of Silverpeak?" "You just continue to do what you've been doing," he replied, shifting his weight, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my jawline. He wanted to slip his knee between mine, his fingers fisting in my hair, coiling me into him. "You stay right here with me. Nothing changes between us. I’m still yours, Carmen." I moved my face away so that his lips landed on my cheek instead. I broke out in a cold sweat all over my back. Three years. I'd seen him for three years, sitting in the dark and my hands at ease, keeping his pack's bank accounts in order, running his oracle readings from sunup to sundown to maintain his borders, believing everything he whispered on my pillow. I said quietly, "Get off me, Justin." "Carmen, come on . . ." "I said, get off." I pushed him hard with both hands against his chest. "You can marry her. Don't bother me." He immediately looked up, a bit surprised at my harsh tone, but he sat back down at the edge of the cot. He rubbed his face, taking a deep, frustrated breath. “You are very unreasonable,” he said, picking up his shirt from the floor. "I'm trying to save this pack from bankruptcy, but you're making it feel like I'm leaving you behind. I'm doing this for us!" "For us?" I repeated as bitterness rose in my mouth, and I couldn't help but laugh, breathless. "Right. You're marrying another woman for us. God, you really think you're a martyr, don't you?" "I'm not in the mood for a fight tonight, Carmen," he said, pulling his leather jacket on and zipping it halfway up. He didn't look at me as he buttoned his cuffs. "My decision is final. The announcement will be tomorrow at eight o'clock, and my mother expects all the other staff members to be in the back row. So put on something decent." He didn't wait for an answer. He just walked outside the dark hallway and slammed the thick wood door closed behind him with a loud click. I stood there in the stifling silence. One burning tear broke away from my lashes and ran down my cheek. I closed my eyes and locked my palm over my chest to silence the wretched pain in my heart, and then the static struck. A sudden and intense blast of heat penetrated my temples. In the dark, my eyes flicked open, and my breath caught as the whole world turned grey and cold. The vision ripped through my mind without warning and mercilessly. The Crestfall Pack was burning, the blood had soaked into the snow, and Justin was staring at his severed pack crest. Under the destruction, deep in the shadows of the future, a dark, unfamiliar voice came out straight from my head. “Let him take his fake queen. He’s building his own gallows… and I’m coming to collect.”