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1.Am His Wolfless Luna
Chapter 193
“I already know you were made for me,” he said, his voice rolling over me like distant thunder. My body trembled, anticipation coiling tight. His breath ghosted over my core, hot and teasing, and I could barely think through the need clawing at me. “Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Touch me.”
He didn’t hesitate. His tongue swept over me, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he murmured how good I tasted. Each flick against my sensitive nerves felt like a claim, pulling me under a tide of pleasure I couldn’t fight. I hovered on the edge of something vast, something just out of reach. The sensation swirled inside me, spiraling higher but never breaking, never enough to quench the blaze at my core. “More,” I gasped, clutching at the sheets. “Please, I need… I need you to fill me.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” he rasped, his voice rough with desire. One long, heated finger slid inside me, spreading my arousal as he worked me open. My hips bucked, and he groaned, pinning me down with his free hand. When his lips closed around my clit and a second finger joined the first, I teetered on the brink. His tongue flicked once, twice and then I shattered, crashing back to earth with a cry that echoed in my ears.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my body trembling from the aftershocks.
“Fuck,” Ethan said that too, his tone raw and unguarded. I propped myself up on my elbows, meeting his gaze. His eyes blazed with a need so fierce it stole my breath. He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a ragged plea. “I need to be inside you. Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
I sat up fully, our faces level now, My fingers traced his lips, swollen from me, glistening with evidence of what we’d just shared. I searched his eyes, hunting for answers to questions I couldn’t even name. My hand slid along his jaw, down his throat, resting at his collarbone. His chest heaved beneath my touch, like he was holding his breath, waiting. I tugged his shirt up and over his head, my hands shaking as I took him in–broad shoulders, sculpted muscle, a perfection that ignited something primal in me.
My finger brushed his navel, and his hands gripped my thighs, digging in just enough to make me gasp. Our eyes locked again, and the hunger mirrored there matched my own. With steadier bands, I undid his belt, his jeans, letting them fall away. My fingers hesitated at his waistband, my breath uneven. He caught my wrist with one hand, the other tilting my chin up. “Baby-”
“Mate.” The word burst from me, but it wasn’t just mine. Cassandra’s voice wove through it, fierce and certain. I felt the band snap into place, a thread from his soul to mine, undeniable. “You’re my mate.”
“Yes,” he said, his thumb brushing my cheekbone, anchoring me to him. “But that doesn’t mean we have to do this now. We’ve found each other–we can take our time.”
I looped my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through the hair at his nape. His scent, his warmth, the steady strength of him–it all wrapped around me like a promise. I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t need to. “I’m yours,” I whispered, my lips brushing his. “Please.”
That was all it took. Something feral snapped in him, and he shifted me beneath him, positioning me where he wanted. He stood, shedding the last of his clothes, and grinned–a wolfish, hungry edge to it that made my pulse race. “Mine,” he growled, climbing over me. “Goddamn, I love hearing you say that.”
