The Alpha's Ruthless Luna

Chapter 17

Aiden could barely concentrate.

He kept asking himself what he was doing here when he was supposed to be sitting in his study, figuring out how to deal with his brother for killing his Gammas.

His body wasn't responding to Sheila's advances. And she was certainly trying her best.

Normally, Sheila was his favourite girl because she knew how to take care of a man better than the others.

Actually, he had taught her everything she knew—from how to kiss a man and tease him to the point of making him beg for his soul to be stolen, to how to give and receive pleasure.

And she had learned eagerly, developing refined skills that never failed to impress him.

So why weren't her skills working on him tonight?

Was it because his eyes were fixed solely on Diana, as though she were the only woman in the room? Or was it the guilt that refused to leave him alone?

Whatever the reason, his body simply wouldn't cooperate.

"Alpha... Please let me ease your stress..." Sheila begged seductively, trailing her tongue down the side of his neck, just the way she thought he liked it.

Aiden didn't react. He could barely feel a thing. It was as though his nerve endings had been fried.

He didn't understand Diana's reaction either. Why did she seem so bored?

This wasn't what he wanted!

He wanted her to suffer. To watch him with another woman and go crazy with want, desire, and jealousy.

Sheila's fingers ran over his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt, removed his singlet, and continued running her hands over his bare chest and abs.

Still, Diana didn't react.

She wasn't even looking at him anymore. Her eyes were on Brad, who was passionately kissing one of the other women.

Aiden lost his cool.

"Stop," he commanded.

"What is it now? Trying to be your own party pooper?" Brad asked, his nose scrunching in irritation at Aiden's interruption.

"Forgive me. You guys should get some privacy in the ladies' room. I'll stay here with Sheila and my little guest," Aiden announced.

His tone made it clear that he wasn't giving them another choice.

They seemed happy with the announcement. The ladies led them away without complaint, wide smiles on their faces.

The only person who didn't seem to appreciate the declaration was, of course, Diana.

She gritted her teeth, trying to remain calm.

Once they were alone—Sheila, Aiden, and Diana—he stopped Sheila from touching him.

"Strip."

His order earned him a silent scoff from Diana.

Sheila made Aiden proud with how confidently she removed one piece of clothing after another until all she wore were her heels, making her look elegantly fuckable.

Diana envied Sheila's body. Her perfectly round breasts, round hips, and perfectly proportioned ass. Even her hair seemed to dance around her hips.

As a woman, Diana couldn't help admiring every inch of Sheila's figure.

Aiden must be stunned, she told herself.

But why did the thought make her stomach burn?

Aiden was shocked by her cool, yet he pretended to be smitten by Sheila's body.

"Wow..." he breathed, pulling Sheila onto his lap on the chaise lounge he'd been sitting on.

Diana's breathing became increasingly uneven. Her body burned as she watched him assume a more domineering position.

Sheila's moan made Diana's palms sweat and her eyes strain. She tried not to focus on Aiden's fingers trailing along the outside of Sheila's thighs or wince when he kissed her breasts.

It was too many feelings at once.

She was angry.

Furious.

And experiencing some other very embarrassing sensations in her lower belly, and perhaps even lower.

Or maybe she was simply imagining them.

She clenched her fists, even though she could barely feel them.

"Oh, baby, I love you..." Sheila moaned even louder when Aiden positioned himself between her thighs, still fully clothed.

Diana told herself she didn't like him. That she wasn't attracted to him.

Except the latter was a huge lie, especially considering how she felt at that moment.

Aiden didn't want to go all the way with Sheila. Even if he wanted to, his body wouldn't let him. Or perhaps it was simply a mental block.

He needed to get hard. He needed something to make this feel more real.

This time, he shut his eyes and concentrated on his body, letting thoughts of the other woman flood his mind.

She was right there in the room, yet he'd blocked her out of his head so he wouldn't lose control.

His hands were on Sheila, but now he saw Diana.

Especially because he was secretly looking at her, allowing her strong scent, intensified by her sweat, to flood his senses.

He could smell her wetness from where he was. He let himself become completely absorbed by her presence.

He imagined what it would feel like to have her beneath him, begging...

It worked.

He became so hard that every sensual nerve in his body awakened. It got to the point where he felt embarrassed. Even Sheila was surprised by how suddenly his desire had surged.

"Alpha..." she sighed, pleasure and disbelief mingling in her eyes.

Aiden made sure to adjust himself in a way that caught Diana's attention. Enough for her to see his hardened groin and gasp.

She wanted it to stop.

It was finally getting to her, especially when she saw how much Aiden seemed to want Sheila.

She wasn't sure any man had ever wanted her like that.

So yes, maybe she was even a little jealous that Sheila could make a man like Aiden desire her to such an extent.

"Seriously!?" she finally snapped. "You're cutting off my blood supply for this boring act? I've seen more interesting positions... People have better s*x than this!"

Her voice was the complete opposite of everything she said. She just sounded exasperated.

Aiden was surprised she still had the energy to speak, that she still had her defiance.

This wasn't what he wanted to achieve. Why was it taking so much effort to get so little out of her?

And he really didn't want to go all the way.

"Can I taste you, Daddy?" Sheila asked politely, her voice unusually high-pitched and soft.

Taste him!

No. She wasn't sure she could watch that.

Maybe it wasn't even jealousy. It just didn't make sense.

She was supposed to be his Luna, and yes, she was attracted to him, but this...

It was way too intense for her.

She wasn't sure she wanted to see him like that.

Except it was too late.

He agreed to Sheila's request, sitting back on the couch so he could look directly into Diana's eyes and register every emotion that crossed her face as she watched him.

Sheila got down on her knees regally, yet sluttishly, placing kisses on his inner thighs.

Diana looked back at him with a defiance that enraged him.

She was stubborn, and she was determined to prove her point.

But Aiden wasn't backing down either.

He would let her see the pleasure he could be given.

Sheila played with him, and Diana refused to look away. She kept her eyes fixed on his.

Except she saw it all, how Sheila took him his length in her mouth, sucking on it with an enthusiasm that shocked Diana. It choked her, yet she kept doing it like she was obliged to, like she'd rather be choked to death than deny the Alpha of his pleasure.

Diana swallowed.

In Aiden's head, she was the one that had him in her mouth. And the imagination made him want to explode.

Hold on, he told himself. You don't want her to think you can't last long. Naturally, it took a while for him to reach the height of pleasure, he liked to wait for his woman to be at the brink of pleasure, possibly reaching orgasm before he reached his, if he did eventually.

Even Sheila knew this, which was why she was shocked when he grabbed her hair tightly and violently came in her mouth, his body shuddered violently, yet he maintained eye contact with Diana.

Diana could no longer hide her emotions.

"You bastard! Get me out of here!" she screamed at him, no longer able to bear the humiliation.

She'd rather never show her face in the cottage or anywhere else.

Now, she didn't want anyone to know she was his Luna.

More than ever, she decided she would never be his.

Maybe it was because she wasn't sure she could give him that kind of pleasure, or because he had ridiculed her.

Except she didn't know that Aiden was also in shock.

His plan had actually backfired.

Now, he wanted Diana more than ever.

He wasn't sure he could function properly if he didn't have her for at least one night.

If she could fill him with so much desire without even touching him, what would happen if he actually had her?