Scarred By The Moon

CHAPTER 9: A Tangle of Pleasure and Promises

Cole

“Damn it, Cole,” Freya moaned, her nails raking down my back as I drove myself deeper inside her. Her body arched beneath mine, her breath hitching as a rush of heat and wetness enveloped me. Every movement sent a bolt of pleasure down my spine, and the sound of her cries spurred me on.

Her hands pulled my face down, crashing our mouths together in a kiss that was raw and desperate. Our tongues tangled, and the taste of her was addictive, wild and sweet. I gripped her waist tightly, lifting her slightly to hit her deeper. She gasped, her walls tightening around me.

“Do you feel that, Freya?” I whispered, trailing kisses down her throat. My hand slid between us, circling her c**t in slow, deliberate strokes. Her body trembled, slick with sweat. I felt her muscles tense as she tried to meet my rhythm.

“You know I love it when you take control,” she breathed, her voice low and teasing, but her eyes gave her away, hungry, vulnerable. She kissed my jaw, sucking gently at the corner of my mouth, and moaned when my thumb pressed down harder. “Just like that…”

I smirked. “You act like you’re the boss, but you always give in to me, don’t you?”

She bit her lip, unable to answer, her moans growing louder as I picked up the pace. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, making her submit completely. That was rare with Freya. She was always the one calling the shots. But now, right now, she was mine, and I loved every second of it.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, her voice cracking with need.

The sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room—moans, gasps, the rhythm of skin against skin, the creak of the bed. I kissed her again, deeper this time, tasting her breath, feeling the moment build like a storm.

“I’m so close,” she cried out, legs trembling, back arching.

“I’ve got you,” I growled, locking eyes with her as I drove into her with everything I had.

Her release hit her hard, a cry tearing from her throat as her body clamped around me. I let go right after, groaning as the pleasure overtook me, filling her with a final, deep thrust.

For a moment, we just lay there, breathless, tangled, undone.

As I pulled back slightly, she looked up at me, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen.

“Want to taste it?” I asked, brushing a thumb across her mouth.

She nodded, smiling devilishly. “You know I do.”

She moved down, her lips wrapping around me, her eyes locked on mine with wicked delight. I groaned, gripping the sheets, as she licked me clean like I was her favorite dessert. When she finally came back up, she traced her tongue from my stomach to my neck and kissed me again.

“I love you, Cole,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost fragile.

I kissed her forehead. “I love you too, Freya,” I murmured, meaning every word.

She curled into me, her hand resting on my chest. “Are you going to leave?”

“Why would I?” I asked, brushing her hair back from her face.

“You always have some pack emergency. Just stay a little longer. I want to fall asleep in your arms,” she whispered.

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close. “You’ve got me tonight.”

There was a pause. Then she asked the question I’d been dreading.

“When do I become your Luna?”

I froze for a second. Her eyes searched mine, so full of hope and vulnerability that it nearly broke me.

I took her hand and kissed her palm. “Soon. As soon as my father gets back, we’ll talk. I want him to witness it. It has to be done right.”

She looked away, blinking fast. “I’ve waited so long, Cole. I just want to be by your side officially.”

“I know,” I said, gently turning her face back to mine. “And I swear I’ll make it happen.”

Her lips curled into a smile. “Okay… I’m excited.”

But before I could say anything more, a sharp voice echoed in my mind.

"Alpha, I’m sorry to interrupt, but your father just returned. He’s asking for you right now."

It was Recce, my Beta, and he sounded tense.

I shot up in bed, already reaching for my clothes.