LITTLE LUNA: Alpha's second chance mate.(THE REDEMPTION SERIES)

CHAPTER SEVEN

CAYENNE’S POV:

Just like there was mating bond between wolves, there was also the inter-mating bond between werewolves and other creatures such as Fae, Djinns, witches and warlocks, etc. The Fae consisted of Fairies, Pixes, Trolls, and Gnomes. While the Djinns were mystical beings known as Genies.

Zeus had long lifted the punishment from the werewolves since they had kept their side of the bargain and thus permitted other creatures to commune with them as long as they kept their existence a secret from the humans. The moon Goddess Selene, being overjoyed, had decided to play matchmaker once more and let werewolves breed with other creatures to form the Hybrids.

I was a hybrid too. Part werewolf, part Demon but stronger than both. My father was the Demon known as Amon, commander of Hell’s forty infernal Leigons. While My mother, Selene, was a daughter of the previous Alpha. They were both mated and had my sister and I.

After losing Ruby and surviving the pain, I’d thrown myself into my Alpha duties. My mom had tried to get me to go on several blind dates with other females hoping I could be mated to one of them. You see, that was one of the pecks of being an Alpha. I could have a second chance to mate with someone else. I would have a second chance mate. But as time went on, I couldn’t feel the bond with anyone else. It was as if a part of me had died with Ruby and there would be no one else.

So why…?

There was no way I was getting an answer here. I had to speak with Morwenna. Also, a part of me wanted to return back to the girl. Dex couldn’t agree more. He didn’t care to know what was happening. All he wanted was to return back to her side.

As I head back to my room, my mind goes back to the vow he’d made earlier to the girl. Dex wasn’t one to make empty vows. He had been emotionless like I was since we’d lost Ruby. He’d never been enthusiastic about anything else either. Sometimes, I couldn’t even reach out to him. He was like a shell of his previous self. Not that I blamed him, he had lost a mate after all, and that was one of the worst things that could happen to any werewolf.

But he wasn’t like that anymore. I could feel his presence stronger than before. His emotions were all over and we could agree on one thing.

We both wanted her.

Morwenna was waiting by the door. She had what was left of the girl’s tattered clothes in her hand. It seemed that she had helped the girl clean up. I was okay with that; I didn’t want her wearing those torn clothes anyways. Morwenna must have found some clothes for her to wear.

She looked right at me and said: “Remember what I told you Alpha. Don’t refuse what will be offered to you. Fate won’t be so kind next time.” Then before I could reply, she gave a little bow and then disappeared.

Damn it! How long was she going to avoid me? I had to get my answers soon. But then again, I just wanted to be with the girl.

So, I wasted no more time and went in. The room was quiet with only the tiny Being lying on my bed breathing softly. I walked over to where she laid in a peaceful slumber and something melted inside of me at the sight of her. She was very beautiful though on the small size. Her face was so small I was sure my palms could cover it up. Her long lashes fanned over her cheeks, her nose fitted perfectly in the center of her face and those lips… they were small but full and the perfect shade of pink. But what made her stand out more was her hair. It was spread over my pillow like a beautiful field of violet flowers. I’ve never seen a hair so violet before. It was long and I knew how soft they were. I had felt them earlier when I’d carried her.

My gaze came back to her closed eyes. I remembered the color of her eyes. Those perfect violet orbs that matched her hair. The color was so unusual but still very pretty. Naughty thoughts filled my head as I stared down at her.

Those lips…

I wanted to hear my name spilling out from them. I wanted her hands in my hair and on my body. I wanted her holding onto me with her legs wrapped around me and her, looking at me with those pretty eyes while I drove us both to ecstasy.

She would yell my name as she reached the top and I would go over with her as I breed her full-

“uhm” I heard the tiny moan from the sleeping figure as she turned in her sleep. The blanket had slipped down to reveal that she was wearing my shirt. Maybe it was the sound she made or the sight of her in my clothes, but I found myself breathing hard as my blood rushed south. Before I could recover myself, she turned again and this time, the shirt which was already too big for her slipped down to reveal the swell of her breasts. My eyes locked on the soft swell of white skin, the n*****s outlined through the fabric and I nearly lost my mind.

Damn! Why wasn’t the shirt buttoned properly?

I held my breath as I reached down to button it up like a real gentleman; when in fact what I wanted, was to grab those soft looking mounds in my palms as well as to reach down and have those n*****s in my mouth; sucking the life out of them. My c*ck had already swollen painfully at the erotic images that filled my head. And just as I was about fixing the top button, my hand grazes the swell of her breast. I swallowed hard as my c*ck jumps against my pants at that soft touch.

Such soft skin…

What was wrong with me? why was I acting like a silly fourteen years old who’d just seen boobs for the first time. I reached down and pulled the blanket back over her not bothering with the buttons anymore. When the blanket was up to her throat so I wasn’t seeing the shirt anymore, could I finally breathe. Not that the image hadn’t already stuck to my head and f*ck! If I couldn’t forget that soft feeling of her breast.

I moved away from the bed, needing some space. I had to calm myself down before I’d do what would hurt us both. I knew nothing about her except the strange situation around her. So, f**king her was out of question.

I leave the room. Staying there was dangerous. The only option was to stay in the guest room opposite. I could keep an eye on her from a safe zone.

But that was a lie I told myself. Nobody would dare to enter the Alpha’s room without permission. I just wanted to be close to her. It took a lot of will power on my part to leave the room. My c*ck was still hard and I knew I was going to have a very cold shower to try and bring it down.

There was another option to bring it down… that involved her n***d and under me as I do very wicked things to her-

I quickly stop that train of thought before I broke my will power. Gritting my teeth, I shed my clothes quickly and stand under the shower, letting the icy water spill all over me. It should have helped calm me down a bit but I just couldn’t get that sound she made earlier, or the image of those white globes as well as the outline of those n*****s against my shirt out of my head. F*ck! She was wearing my clothes… and that soft feel of her breast against my fingers… The more I thought about it, the harder I got, even under the shower.

I gritted my teeth as I wrapped my hand around my c*ck; letting those images and nasty thoughts fill my head as I stroke myself.

Sigh!

This was going to be a long night…

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LILITH’S POV:

Hot!

I felt hot and uncomfortable. It was like I’d been dipped in lava and left to cool in a hot room. Not only did I feel hot but I was aroused too.

I force my eyes open and try to figure out where I was or what had happened to me, but the mating heat had scrambled my brain. My head was a mess but I realized that there was something soft beneath me.

A bed? Perhaps. Did that mean I was in a room? Where was I and how did I get here?

The heat intensified and I let out a soft moan as I pull back the blanket that was covering me. I thought I was hot before, but it got worse as I sat up, like I’d be thrown into the fiery pit and was drowning in Lava. I had to get to the bathroom. I needed to cool myself down. I struggled to get down from the bed and just as my feet touched the rug, the door was flung open.

Bang!

The sound of the door had my hazy sight pulled to it. For a moment, the heat dulled and my head cleared and I was left stunned as I saw who stood there. He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen and my mouth opened as I drawl over his beauty. His long wet dark hair fell over his face and his eyes were glowing bright red! He was the biggest too and I knew he was a werewolf. There was something familiar about his size but I couldn’t place my hands on it.

That aside, what drew my attention was the fact that he was wet and n***d with only a towel tied to his waist. And the huge tent in front was very obvious. No way was that… It couldn’t be that big, right?

Give me a wet, gorgeous and ready man and trust the mating heat to swoop in and make me needy. At this point I was hot, needy and wet with arousal. I pulled on the shirt I had on realizing it was way to big for my size and didn’t belong to me. it reached me mid-thigh so the rest of my legs were exposed. Was it his? I didn’t care and neither did the mating heat.

My eyes widened with pleasant wonder as I watch the tent grow bigger, threatening to free itself from the towel. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. At this moment, I wanted to see what was behind towel…I wanted it inside me. I rubbed my legs together and moaned as I realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

His growl brought my eyes to his face. He looked ready to eat me and that pleased the mating heat, cause I got hotter.

“h-help me…” I managed to whisper through the heat. I was sure my expression was along the lines of this: “I’m wet and ready, what the hell are you waiting for? Take me already!” I was sure thinking it.

“F*ck!” he muttered as he slammed the door shut behind him and took big strides towards me.

Maybe it was the heat, but I threw myself into his arms, sighing in satisfaction as he wrapped them around me and lifted me. He carried me away from the bed much to my displeasure. I bit him in the neck and wrapped my legs around him in protest. But he held my waist with his hands before I could rub myself on that tent, stopping me.

He opened another door which led to the bathroom and stepped under the shower. I tried pushing him away, annoyed that he wasn’t doing anything to me, but I calmed down when I felt the cold water pour on me. It felt nice against the heat and my head cleared up a bit.

“Stop moving!” I could hear his strained voice. It made me realize I had been rubbing myself on him.

“c-can’t help it” I whisper helpless. Then I moaned as I hit the right spot on that very rigid tent.

“F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!” he muttered, hands going to my waist to hold me still.

I shook my head, filled with grievances as I begged him. “please- make it go away” I plant a kiss on his lips, inviting him to me as I tried to move again.

His grip was firm and I could see he was fighting for control. His eyes was going from red to black and his expression showed how tormented he was.

Heat rose again and I got impatient. Then I said the words that broke his last straw of control: “Are you even a man?”

He growled and his towel fell to the floor. “Don’t regret this later!” he says turning off the shower and tearing of the clinging wet shirt from my body. I knew I’d made him angry; I had challenged his manhood after all. But I wasn’t scared. No, I was excited.

He walked out of the bathroom still carrying me, both of us n***d. And I was flung hard on the bed but it didn’t hurt. I looked down and saw how huge he was, then I got worried. He was very big…like really really big as the rest of him. How many inches was that? Would it even fit? Could I handle his weight?

He must have seen my worried expression because he said: “You can’t quit now little thing. I’ll try to be gentle, but I’m not stopping, okay?” But with his strained expression, I wondered if he’d really be gentle.

I didn’t even get to wonder for long before he covered me with his huge frame. He kissed me and then the rest was a dream.