It took every ounce of my control to pull away from that kiss and not just ravage Carnet right there, his whimper of submission definitely didn't help, but I knew all of this must be a lot for him. I'd seen a glimpse of his wolf's nature earlier, and I knew if I didn't stop, then he might feel the need to submit fully again, and then I'd never be able to stop myself.
I didn't fail to hear the wild fluttering of his little heart or how desperately he clung to the fabric of my robe. His lips had been pliant, welcoming, and so... so soft and sweet, I could imagine kissing his breath away over and over, slowly, maddeningly to my heart's content, but I could also imagine ravaging them, not stopping until his lips were red and swollen, perfectly sore and bitten, leaving him panting for breath and in a whimpering mess.
Those honey-coloured eyes of his were hazed, the pupils blown wide, my fingers grazing a silken cheek and my voice calling his name did nothing to wake him from the state of shock he was in.
I slowly and gently led him around the table and sat in my chair, lifting him onto my lap instead of into the empty chair beside me, I didn't want to let him go.
He looked so gorgeous, he'd been dressed well, his clothes clung to certain parts of his body but were loose elsewhere, they flowed, being revealing without bearing skin, I was looking forward to removing them tonight and seeing what lay beneath. The colour made him look even paler, or that might be the shock, he looked so delicate on my lap, a comfortable, warm weight I found I liked, I had a feeling I'd set him on my lap again, rather than have him seated beside me.
My fingers gently tangled in his hair, remembering he'd liked it before, the curls were glossy and bounced as I let them go, they made him even more endearing to me for some reason, they just added this cuteness and gave him a wilder look I found I loved.
Us mountain wolves tended to live a little more rugged than most packs, of course, we'd smartened up for our guests but we'd turn back to our usual slob-ish selves when they're gone. His wild hair, no matter how tamed it was made me feel he was already a part of my pack, he wouldn't truly be until tonight, after the final part of the Luna Choosing, and when I take him to my bed afterwards.
He slowly came back, his body practically melting against mine at my proximity, I loved that about him, his deep need to submit to me.
"Are you ready to eat my Luna?" I asked him gently and secretly cooed at his blushing cheeks, my fingers brushing the heated flesh.
"Yes Alpha," he replied in his usual soft yet carrying voice and I reluctantly set him down on the chair beside me, worried I'd drop food into his hair as I ate or something, and I doubt he'd be able to stop himself from sinking to the floor and fully submitting to me if I held him any longer.
I started taking food from the offered platters around me, particularly hungry from my long run with Jan, and I'd need some energy for the... activities planned for tonight. I smirked slightly at the thought and leaned down to whisper in Carnet's ear. "Make sure you eat well my Luna, you're going to need the energy."
He stiffened and his milky skin turned a bright pink all the way down to his shoulders that were barely hidden by the wide neck of his silk white shirt, the pale colour only highlighting his blushing even more and I chuckled softly. He was the perfect amount of innocent for me, innocent enough to get so flustered from my teasing but understanding enough to get what I was insinuating, it was honestly adorable.
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Choosing His Luna (bxb)
WerewolfThis is a story I have published on Inkitt and I thought I'd post it on here too since I've started to update it again. 😅 I hope to continue to do so although the updates will probably be only once or twice a month. The chapters are a little short...