Lunas Wildfire

The Distraction

Carter stood outside Emmaline’s house, his hand raised to knock on the door. He hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Ever since last night, the bond between them had been thrumming with energy, pulling him toward her like a magnetic force he couldn’t resist.

Finally, he knocked.

The door opened almost immediately, and there she was—dressed in a loose tank top that clung to her curves and a pair of shorts that left little to the imagination. Her hair was a wild halo of curls, and her skin glowed under the soft afternoon light.

“Alpha,” she teased, leaning casually against the doorframe. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Carter’s jaw tightened as his wolf growled in approval. “I came to help you pack,” he said, stepping inside before she could get too far into her teasing.

“Packing, huh?” she said, closing the door behind him. Her voice dripped with mischief as she trailed after him. “Sure that’s all you came here for?”

Carter turned to face her, his eyes locking onto hers. “Don’t start, Emmy. We both know how this ends.”

She smirked, taking a step closer. “Do we? Because I’m not so sure.”

His restraint wavered as her scent filled the air, intoxicating and impossible to ignore. She was testing him—again. She loved to see how far she could push him, how much control he could muster before the inevitable happened.

“Where should we start?” she asked, walking past him toward the living room. She bent slightly to pick up a box, her movements deliberate and slow. Carter’s eyes darkened as he watched her, his wolf clawing at the surface.

“Emmaline,” he growled, his voice low and warning.

She straightened, turning to face him with a wicked smile. “What? I’m just trying to be helpful.”

In two long strides, Carter was in front of her, his hand gripping her waist as he pulled her flush against him. “You’re not helping,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “You’re distracting.”

Her breath hitched, but her smirk never wavered. “Maybe I like being a distraction.”

Carter’s control snapped. He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, his hands roaming her body as he pressed her back against the nearest wall. Emmaline responded instantly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss.

The boxes, the packing, everything else faded away as their bond flared to life. Carter’s lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing over the mark he’d left on her just nights ago. Emmaline gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as the intensity of the bond overwhelmed her.

“You drive me crazy,” he muttered against her skin, his voice a mix of frustration and adoration.

She laughed softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Good. That’s exactly what I was going for.”

Carter growled low in his throat, lifting her effortlessly as her legs wrapped around his waist. He carried her to the couch, their movements hurried and desperate. The fire between them burned hotter with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.

Hours seemed to pass in the span of moments, their connection consuming them entirely. Emmaline had always been a force of nature, but now, as his mate, she was unstoppable—and Carter wouldn’t have it any other way.

When they finally lay tangled together, the sunlight filtering through the windows, Carter let out a soft chuckle.

“So much for packing,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Emmaline grinned, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “We’ve got time. The pack isn’t going anywhere.”

He kissed her forehead, pulling her closer. “Neither am I.”

And for now, that was enough.