Little Luna: ECLIPSE-BOUND

Chapter 6

The cavern training grounds echoed with the fading crackle of shadows as Liora lowered her hands, chest heaving. Sweat slicked her skin, making the thin black training tunic cling to every curve of her breasts and hips. Her silver-blonde hair stuck to her neck and shoulders in damp strands. Across from her, Riven Nightshade stood like a god of night and sin—bare-chested, muscles gleaming under the faint moonlight filtering through the cavern ceiling. His obsidian horns curved back from his temples, and his crimson eyes with golden lycan flecks burned into her with unrestrained hunger.

“You’ve grown stronger,” he rumbled, voice low and rough like distant thunder. He stalked forward, each powerful step closing the distance until his heat enveloped her. “But you still hold back. Let go, little shadow. Let me in.”

Liora’s violet eyes met his, the new mate bond pulsing hot and demanding between them. The poisoned tether to Thorne flickered weakly in protest, sending distant echoes of his frustration, but she pushed it aside. “Show me,” she whispered.

Riven’s control snapped.

He crashed his mouth down on hers in a devouring kiss. His lips were firm and demanding, tongue sweeping in to claim every corner of her mouth with demonic heat. The taste of him—smoke, spice, and raw male power—made her knees weak. One massive hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head for deeper access, while the other gripped her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body. Liora moaned into the kiss, her small hands exploring the ridged muscles of his abdomen, tracing the glowing demonic runes that pulsed under her touch.

Without breaking the kiss, Riven lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her toward the steaming hot spring pool at the cavern’s edge. Steam curled around them like living shadows. He set her down on a smooth, wide rock ledge half-submerged in the warm water, the liquid lapping at her thighs.

“Off,” he growled, tugging at her tunic. Liora raised her arms, letting him strip the fabric away. Cool air kissed her bare breasts, n*****s tightening instantly. Riven’s gaze darkened with pure lust. “Perfect,” he breathed, cupping one breast in his large hand, thumb circling the sensitive peak before pinching lightly. Liora arched with a gasp.

His mouth followed—hot, wet, and relentless. He sucked her n****e deep into his mouth, tongue flicking and teeth grazing just enough to send sharp pleasure-pain shooting to her core. His other hand kneaded her opposite breast, claws pricking delicately against her skin. Liora’s fingers dug into his shoulders, feeling the flex of muscle and the subtle texture of his horns as she gripped one.

Riven pulled back only to strip off his own leather pants. His c**k sprang free—heavy, thick, and long, with a slight upward curve and a demonic ridge encircling the base that promised devastating friction. Veins pulsed along the shaft, the head already glistening. Liora stared, heat flooding between her thighs.

He knelt between her spread legs, water rippling around them. “I want to taste every inch of you.” His voice was gravel and sin. Strong hands parted her thighs wider, exposing her completely. He leaned in, blowing cool air over her slick folds before dragging his tongue in one long, slow stripe from entrance to c**t.

Liora cried out, hips jerking. Riven growled in approval and dove in like a starving beast. His tongue plunged deep inside her, f*****g her with firm strokes while his nose rubbed against her swollen c**t. He alternated between licking broad stripes and sucking her c**t into his mouth with rhythmic pulses. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, curling relentlessly against that sensitive spot inside her. The demonic energy in his touch amplified every sensation, making her nerves sing.

Shadows erupted from Liora uncontrollably, wrapping around Riven’s horns and shoulders, heightening the connection. “Riven—oh goddess—” Her thighs trembled around his head as the first orgasm built like a tidal wave.

He sucked harder, fingers pumping faster. Liora shattered with a scream, her walls clenching around his fingers as pleasure crashed through her in pulsing waves. He didn’t stop, licking her through every aftershock until she was a trembling, oversensitive mess.

Only then did he rise, positioning the thick head of his c**k at her dripping entrance. “Eyes on me,” he commanded. Liora met his glowing crimson gaze. “This is us. No poison. Only fire.”

He pushed forward slowly, the broad head stretching her open. Inch by thick inch, he sank into her tight heat. The demonic ridge dragged along her inner walls, sending sparks of intense pleasure with every movement. Liora moaned loudly, nails digging into his back as she adjusted to his size. He was so deep, filling her completely, the head pressing against her cervix when he finally bottomed out with a shared groan.

“f**k, you feel like heaven and sin,” Riven rasped, forehead pressed to hers. He held still, letting her adjust, hips twitching with the effort of restraint. Then he began to move—long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. The water splashed around them with the force of his thrusts. Each plunge ground the ridge against her most sensitive spots, building unbearable pleasure.

Liora’s legs locked around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. Their bodies slapped together wetly, the sounds echoing obscenely in the cavern. Riven’s mouth claimed hers again, swallowing her cries as he angled his hips to hit that perfect spot inside her with every stroke. One hand slipped between them, thumb circling her c**t in tight, fast motions.

The old bond with Thorne flared violently. Far away, the Eclipse Alpha dropped to his knees in agony, his own c**k hard and leaking but unable to find release. Phantom ecstasy tormented him through the poisoned tether—every thrust Liora took from Riven echoed as weakening torment. His wolf howled in betrayal. Strength drained visibly from his body.

Liora felt it and smiled through her moans. “He’s breaking,” she gasped.

Riven’s pace turned feral. “Let him feel what he lost.” He flipped her onto her hands and knees on the smooth rock, water lapping at her breasts as he mounted her from behind. One clawed hand fisted her silver-blonde hair, arching her back, while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. He drove into her deeper, faster, the new angle making her see stars. His balls slapped against her c**t with every powerful thrust. Demonic energy poured into her, balancing the curse and turning pain into pure ecstasy.

Liora pushed back against him, lost in sensation. “Harder—Riven, please—”

He snarled, hips snapping with bruising force. His free hand reached around to rub her c**t furiously. The second orgasm ripped through her like an eclipse—violent, blinding. Her walls spasmed around his c**k, milking him as she screamed his name. Riven roared, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard. Hot, thick ropes of seed flooded her, demonic essence sealing their bond further. The release seemed endless, his c**k pulsing inside her as shadows and golden threads danced wildly around their joined bodies.

They collapsed together in the shallow water, Riven still buried deep, holding her close as aftershocks rippled through them both. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, whispering praises—“My fierce little shadow… my Luna”—while his hands soothed her trembling form.

But the night was far from over.

After catching their breath, Riven carried her to a bed of soft furs near the pool. He laid her down gently, then worshipped her body with his mouth and hands—licking the mixture of their releases from her thighs, sucking marks into her pale skin. When he was hard again, Liora took control. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him, sinking down slowly onto his massive c**k. The sight of him stretching her, the ridge dragging inside, made her whimper with renewed need.

She rode him with abandon—hips rolling and grinding, breasts bouncing with every movement. Riven’s hands guided her, thumbs teasing her n*****s while his crimson eyes devoured the view. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Take what you want from me.”

Liora leaned forward, her hair forming a curtain around them as she kissed him deeply. His horns brushed her cheeks. He thrust up to meet her, the dual rhythm driving them both higher. When she came again, clenching around him, Riven flipped them once more, pounding into her through her orgasm until he spilled deep inside her a second time.

They made love once more before dawn—slow and intimate this time, face to face, limbs entangled, eyes locked as he moved inside her with deep, rolling thrusts. Whispers of future promises and dark vows filled the space between moans. The new bond solidified into something unbreakable, while the old one frayed dangerously.

By morning, Liora felt reborn—power surging through her veins, the curse balanced and stronger. Riven held her possessively as they dressed, his hand lingering on the curve of her hip.

In the Eclipse Pack, Thorne Blackwood raged in a weakened, broken state. His pack faltered. War was coming.

But in Shadowveil, the Little Luna had found her true fire.