The Alpha's Imported Luna

Chapter 16: Final Night

Stephanie’s POV

I had agreed to spend some time with Chris after work, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.

To most people, our relationship would probably seem inappropriate. He was my employer, after all.

I checked his message again.

Presidential Suite, Room 445.

After working up the courage, I grabbed my bag and headed towards the elevator. Thankfully, I didn't encounter any coworkers along the way.

When Chris opened the door, his warm smile instantly eased some of my anxiety.

After greeting me with a hug, he explained that he was finishing a meeting and would join me shortly.

I was surprised when he mentioned he had bought me clothes.

Inside the bedroom, two dresses were laid neatly on the bed.

One was a flowing white off-the-shoulder maxi dress, while the other was a brown fit-and-flare dress with a soft, feminine silhouette, wing sleeves, and a ruffled hem.

To my surprise, both were my exact size.

Choosing the brown dress, I took a quick shower before changing. A pair of sandals had also been left beside the bed.

When I finished, Chris was still occupied, so I settled onto the bed and turned on the television.

A few minutes later, room service arrived.

Since I was hungry and didn't want the food to get cold, I wheeled the cart into the study area.

Their conversation immediately stopped.

I assumed the discussion was confidential.

"Thanks, babe," Chris said with a smile. "Just leave it there. I'll be done soon."

I then returned to the bedroom and relaxed on the large king-size bed.

I texted my mother to let her know I'd be out for a while and then made myself comfortable.

One of my favourite shows, The Big Bang Theory, happened to be playing, so I watched while I waited.

About thirty minutes later, Chris entered the room.

"Sorry for the delay," he said. "Do you mind if I take a quick shower?"

"Not at all."

The meeting must have been important. Running multiple businesses probably meant dealing with emergencies regularly.

A short while later, his voice drew my attention to the fact that he had exited the bathroom.

My eyes drifted from his face downward. A towel hung low around his waist, leaving little to the imagination. His physique looked as though it had been carved from marble, broad shoulders, defined muscles, and the unmistakable evidence of countless hours spent training. Stretching across his chest and shoulders was a striking tattoo of a stylized world map, intricately detailed with grid lines, a compass rose, and navigational elements. Above it, in elegant cursive script, was the Latin phrase Fortis fortuna adiuvat; Fortune favors the brave. The expert shading gave the artwork remarkable depth, making it appear almost alive. Full sleeve tattoos covered both arms, adding to his commanding presence. Despite managing multiple businesses, he clearly found time to maintain exceptional physical condition. I couldn't help but wonder how he managed it all.

For a moment, I simply stared. There was an effortless confidence about him that made him difficult to look away from. The combination of strength, intelligence, and quiet authority created a presence that was undeniably captivating. Realizing I had been admiring him far longer than I should, I quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed my fascination. Knowing Chris, however, that was probably wishful thinking.

“No need to stop, did you see something you liked?” He said with a smirk.

“Hmm hmm”, no I stammered, feeling a bit embarrassed that I was checking him out. I did see what I like however I surely wasn't going to tell him that. He does not need any more confidence than what he already has.

“You seemed to be enjoying the movie, do you mind if I interrupt?” he said while coming over to me. Obviously it was a rhetorical question.

He sat next to me and removed the pillow propping me up so I could lean back directly on him. While he propped himself up on the headboard.

“Is everything ok at home? The meeting seemed very important.”

“It was important, but everything is ok now” he responded. His answer didn't seem sincere though. Obviously there was more that he was holding back.

“Are you sure? We can always reschedule”.

“No, I need you now. Remember I am leaving tomorrow. Let's focus on us.” Before I could ask any other questions he took my hands in his. He kissed the back of my hand and then turned it around so he could kiss my palm. Everywhere he kissed was replaced by tingles. He kissed up my arm and then settled at the crook of my neck. Kissing it lightly. He seemed especially fascinated with the area between my neck and shoulder. Kissing and sucking on it slowly then intensely. Any questions I had left disappeared from my mind as I got lost in the sensation of his kiss. Before moving from my neck he nibbled a few times then sucked again. This caused a moan to escape from my lips. I slowly removed my neck from his assault and turned around facing him. His fascination with that particular spot was becoming noticeable. Every time we kissed, he seemed drawn back to it. I noticed his eyes were that golden colour. I have never seen anyone who had two coloured eyes like that. “Your eyes are gold, but they normally are blue” I said in a questioning manner.

He did not respond, just squinted and I could see them slowly return to blue. I have never heard or seen anything like that happening before.

“It's a family trait”, he replied hoarsely.

Chris slipped the strap of my dress off my shoulder, pressing soft kisses along my skin. When both straps were down, his lips followed the curve of my cleavage, trailing featherlight kisses before capturing my mouth.

His assault on my mouth began slowly, but as I leaned in, his kiss deepened. Neither of us could get enough, the hunger between us simmered, threatening to combust at any moment.

His kisses grew more intense, claiming me with every touch. He unclasped my bra, seeking better access, and took my n****e into his mouth. It instantly hardened under his tongue, and a moan escaped me as my body tightened in anticipation. He kneaded one breast while sucking the other, sending waves of sensation through me until I spiraled out of control.

Somewhere in the midst of his assault, he eased me onto my back, positioning me for greater access. His free hand slipped down, lifting the edge of my panties. He traced his fingers along the waistband, then lightly circled my c**t, making me ache with need. Soon, he slipped my underwear off, hiked up my dress, and pulled me to the edge of the bed.

He knelt between my thighs, licking me from slit to c**t, eliciting a tremor that rocked my core. He nibbled my folds, intensifying the feeling. I was so close to release that I grabbed his hair, moaning loudly, surrendering all control. As he continued licking and sucking my c**t, he slid a finger inside, working it in and out while his mouth never relented. The combination was overwhelming, my legs shook and my orgasm exploded, a gush of liquid squirting over his face and fingers. He slowed, letting me come down gently from the high. I’d had orgasms before, but never like this.

“Wow, that was incredible. Glad I could make you squirt,” he said, moving up the bed and pulling me to rest against his chest.

“That was amazing, I agree. But now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

I slid off the bed and knelt in front of him, slipping my hand inside his shorts. I froze in surprise at what I found, my hand could barely wrap around him. I’d never seen anything so big.

Sensing my hesitation, he murmured, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” his voice gentle and reassuring.

“I want to,” I replied, tugging down his shorts to reveal his full length. He sprang free, thick and hard, almost intimidating. I doubted I could take all of him in my mouth, let alone anywhere else. Starting with a slow, teasing lick at the tip, I dragged my tongue from top to base, getting acquainted with his impressive girth.

His moans spurred me on as I teased him with my tongue. It took some getting used to, but soon I was moving him deep into my throat, releasing him, then swallowing him down again. I licked the base, then took as much of him as I could, aroused by both the act and his response. I felt him twitch, signaling release. Determined, I massaged the base and his balls with my free hand.

With a sharp jerk, he grabbed my hair, urging me down further. His orgasm hit hard, his whole body tensed, and it went on and on. I tried to swallow everything, but he was relentless, and I eventually had to pull back as he finished.

“That was incredible,” he murmured, pulling me up for a kiss.

“Are you ready to take things to the next level?” Chris asked once our breathing slowed.

“Honestly? Not yet,” I admitted softly.

“Why not?” he asked.

“I want to, but I think it's too soon.”

"I'd be lying if I said I agreed," he murmured. "I want you, and I know you want me too. But if you're not ready, we'll wait."

Maybe timing wasn't important to him, but it was important to me. We'd known each other for less than a week, and that alone made this relationship feel a little scary. There were many things to consider before we got to that point.

His kisses were distracting, dangerously so, but my thoughts remained surprisingly clear. It was better if we stopped here until we figured things out, until I figured things out. Besides, he was leaving in less than 12 hours.

He continued to tease my neck with gentle nips, and I turned to face him.

"You're still overthinking it, babe," he said with a knowing smile. "I can see it all over your face. Pure worry."

"Well, you are going home tomorrow, so technically there is a lot to worry about."

"Hmm. Well, you could always come with me," he replied, brushing his lips against my ear.

A sharp knock at the front door shattered the intimate mood.

I quickly straightened my clothes while Chris grabbed a shirt and placed his shorts back on before heading for the door.

"I've been trying to reach you for the last thirty minutes," I overheard Cameron say to him.

"I've been a little preoccupied," Chris answered dryly. "What's going on?"

Their voices lowered as they moved towards the study, clearly wanting privacy. Whatever was happening, it was important. It could be whatever they discussed earlier, but I could tell this wasn't something he intended to share.

A few minutes later, he returned.

The smile that usually curved his lips was gone, as was the playful smirk I had grown accustomed to over the past few days. Instantly, I knew whatever he had to say wasn't good news.

He sat beside me on the bed, took my hand, and pressed a kiss to it.

"Something's come up, and we have to leave tonight," he said quietly. "I'm sorry our time is being cut short, but I promise I'll make it up to you."

I wasn't sure how he intended to do that. We hadn't even talked about when we'd see each other again, or how we would make a relationship work between us. No promises made, nothing to hold on to.

I considered asking what had happened, but I doubted he would answer. Whatever it was, it clearly demanded immediate attention.

Instead, I simply nodded.

"I'll drop you home on our way to the airport," he said.

For some reason, hearing those words made his departure feel too real and far too daunting.