Defining the Luna

Chapter 67

Donovan

"Why do you smell so fucking good?" I growl, lowering my face into the crevice of her neck. I take in a big whiff, and I'm hit with the intoxicating smell of moon orchids. The scent alone has my cock twitching back to life in my boxer shorts.

"Do I?" she groans, and the beast inside me grows even more impatient. He's been pacing through my mind the second she walked into the room. I tried reasoning with him while Maggie was here, though the bastard wasn't having it. The only way to get him off my back was to get Karen on hers.

I trail small kisses up her neck, escalating to small love bites as the animal inside me tries to take over. She slips her delicate fingers into the hem of my pajama pants and pulls me close enough that the only thing that separates us is her thin camisole. My wolf slips past my defenses for a second, growling at her advances. Try as I might. There is just no taming this beast.

I run my hands down her arms, and the growl only grows with every inch of her I touch. When I finally reach her wrists, the beast slams himself against the border that divides us. He's bound and determined to have his turn, though I haven't finished playing yet. The dream with Braelynn has me on edge, and the only thing that can help is her wolf.

I take her wrists in one of my hands and pin them behind her back. I run my other hand across the small bit of flesh above her tank top, and she squirms beneath my touch. No way is she getting off that easy. I wrap my hand around her throat tight enough to keep her in place but not tight enough to do any harm.

"Is this what you wanted, my pet?" I whisper into her ear before nibbling at her lobe. She tastes even better than she smells, and the thought of licking every inch of her makes my dick throb.

"Yes. Please, Alpha. Fuck me, I need your cock," she whines, and my wolf fights for the spotlight once again. I push him to the side, knowing I can't fight him off much longer. If I don't give him a turn, this whole encounter could be much messier than either of us had planned.

"Such a greedy girl, I see. What makes you think you deserve such a treat?" I ask as I back her up against the wall. I settle my pulsating dick against the thin material of her leggings, and it takes every bit of patience I have not to tear the things off of her and plunge into her depths.

"I- Oh Goddess," she groans as I tilt her head to the side and scrape my teeth against my mark.

"You what?" I murmur against her sweet skin.

"I've been good!" she exclaims, her flesh heating up against me.

"Have you now?" I ask, sucking softly at the mark that I know gives her bursts of pleasure.

"I-I have," she gulps beneath my hand, and an image springs to my mind of her doing the same thing with my cock in her throat.

"Prove it," I tug down my pajama pants and boxers before taking a step away from her. Her eyes rake down my body, growing wide with hunger as she catches me stroking myself. She runs her tongue across her plump lips, and a pebble of precum trickles out of the tip.

"Kneel," I growl, barely winning the fight going on in my head. Karen slowly kneels to the floor, and for a second, my heart pangs with a prick of pain. I know it isn't fair to compare them, especially at times like this. But I can't help but think of Braelynn. That girl would have never knelt so quickly, and we both would have reveled in the fight for control.

"Open," I demand. Her mouth pops open immediately, and her tongue hangs off the edge, awaiting my cock. Taking a deep breath, I run the tip across her tongue, hissing between my teeth as she wraps her lips around me. Fuck she feels so good.