The Jilted Luna

This is what it means to mate

Carlisle’s POV

I didn’t stop.

I kept thrusting into her from behind. Into Tori. Relentless and commanding, never changing our position. One hand wrapped firmly around her neck, tilting her chin upward so she was forced to stare at the ceiling, while the other cupped her breast. My fingers digging into her soft skin, leaving behind possessive marks that bloomed like bruised petals across her flesh.

My movements were rough, almost punishing, every snap of my hips fueled by frustration, need, and something deeper. Something raw and wordless. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room, hoarse and breathless, but I no longer begged her to stay. I let my body speak instead, each thrust an unspoken vow, a claim.

My ragged breaths burned against her shoulder, my chest pressed against her back as I drove into her with such fervor she felt like she was splintering apart under the pleasure. Her legs trembled, her body barely able to keep up with the force of my rhythm.

My mouth roamed across her skin, leaving hickeys marking her neck, her shoulders, the side of her throat. Evidence. Proof. No one would doubt what happened between us, not after tonight.

"Ugh... ha... ha–hah," I growled near her ear, my voice deep and ragged with exertion.

And then she felt it. My c**k swelling, thickening, the crown locking inside her like an anchor. Her breath hitched as I pushed impossibly deeper, until I was nudging the entrance of her womb.

Her entire body convulsed, a sharp cry tearing from her lips. Heat flooded her core, and she gasped as her release spilled over, trickling down to where we were still joined. My knot holding us in place.

I couldn’t tell if she was crying, cumming, or both. But one thing was certain: she’d never forget this moment.

“You came, huh?" I murmured with a low, guttural growl against her ear, my warm breath fanning over her damp hair, sending a shiver down her spine. Her body was still trembling from her c****x, breath ragged and chest heaving, when she felt a sudden tightness. My c**k swelling, locking deep inside her.

My arms wrapped around her waist, possessive and unyielding. One arm curled firmly beneath her breasts, the other braced against her shoulder, holding her perfectly still. I felt the moment it clicked in her mind.

Tori’s POV

“Shit... is he knotting inside me?“

My body tensed.

A sudden flash of panic ran through me, sharp and cold.

Carlisle’s POV

I sensed her fear. If I spilled inside her now… she knew what that meant.

She started to push against my arms, trying to pry herself free.

I held her tighter.

"Shhh... don’t move," I murmured against her ear, my voice low and steady. "You might hurt yourself."

She froze.

I felt everything. Every tremor, every pulse, every reaction of her body wrapped around mine. My knot swelled thicker inside her, stretching her, filling her completely.

The pressure built and then her body shattered again.

She trembled violently as a second o****m tore through her, crashing like lightning. She gasped, arching back into me, her head falling against my chest as her limbs quivered helplessly. Her eyes fluttered, rolling back as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

A growl rumbled from my chest.

"Cumming again, huh?" I whispered against her skin, my voice thick with heat and possession. "Then let’s c*m together."

And then I bit down. Right on the mark I had left on her neck. my mark. My claim.

A whimper escaped her lips, pain and pleasure tangling together until neither of us could tell the difference. She was mine and in that moment, there was no escaping it.

And then we broke.

Everything crashed at once. My knot swelling inside her, my bite sinking deeper, her body tightening around me. She arched, completely undone as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. I felt it too. It was overwhelming. Blinding.

Her body clenched around me, pulling me deeper, locking me in place as every nerve in my body lit up like fire.This wasn’t just physical. It was something else. Something binding.

"Ugh..." I groaned, my voice rough and hoarse as release tore through me.

"Ah..." she whimpered beneath me, barely able to breathe.

And then

I came.

Hot, deep, spilling everything inside her.

Her body clenched tighter, drawing me in, sealing it sealing us.

We collapsed together.

I dragged her down with me onto the bed, both of us trembling, slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and uneven. My heart pounded violently against my ribs, matching hers.

She lay beneath me, completely spent, her body weak, barely conscious.

I wasn’t much better.

My muscles twitched, my breath uneven as aftershocks of pleasure still rippled through me, from my scalp down to my fingertips.

We stayed like that for a long moment.

Still joined.

Still locked.

I was still buried deep inside her, my knot slowly beginning to shrink, though I could still feel my release pulsing out in slow, warm waves. Her body stayed warm beneath me.

Soft.Yielding.

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer.

This is what it means to mate.

I knew it.

Every instinct in me recognized it.

In our world, a male doesn’t knot his partner unless he intends something more, something permanent. Something final.

This wasn’t just sex.This was a claim. A decision.

Most males hold back. Even when they finish, they don’t fully knot. The chances of pregnancy stay low.

But this?

This was different.

This was deliberate. Primal. Binding.

And I had made my choice. Whether she realized it or not…My body already had.

I was ready.

Ready to claim her fully.

Ready to make her mine in every way that mattered.

And beneath me, as she slowly began to regain herself, I could feel the shift in her too.

Confusion.

Conflict.

She didn’t understand.

One moment, I treated her like something I hated—pushing her, breaking her, testing her limits.

The next…

I held her like she was everything.

Like she was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely.

She didn’t understand it.

Hell

Neither did I.