The Forsaken Luna

CHAPTER FOURTY-TWO

Elliot

I carry her to her bed, my arms tightly wrapped around her. Her body is pressed flush against my own and I feel how her veins pulse against my skin. Her lips are hungry for me, not letting us separate for one second and it makes my head spin. I have been waiting for this for so long and finally it's happening.

A surprised sound escapes Mackenzie's lips as I drop down on her bed, with her still in my arms. My body hovers over hers and I keep myself up on my forearms, so I don't crush her.

I pick my head up slightly in order to look down at her. Kenzie's hair is splayed over the pillow, shining in a golden color under the sunlight. Her eyes have already changed into her wolf ones and her soft skin is decorated by her dark veins, but still she looks beautiful to me.

My fingers lightly trace the curve of her jawline as I admire her. I notice that she is growing impatient, or rather her wolf is. She reaches her hands up to me, locking her arms around my neck and pulls me back down on her. I feel her bulging veins brush against the skin on my neck and it makes my wolf growl in my head.

I squeeze my eyes shut to try and ignore his hungry growls and just focus on Mackenzie's lips on mine. The kiss is heated and hungry. Her lips devour my own and she is pushing against me with a lot of strength. I return her the passion, one of my hand tangling into her hair and pulling her closer to me.

My body feels like it's on fire. The room feels too hot.

But none of that was true. It was just my wolf, slowly pushing me to a rut I won't be able to escape. Not that I want to. I'm ready to claim Mackenzie as my own. I'm ready to be claimed.

I break the kiss, hearing her whine in protest. It makes my lips stretch into a large smile as I see a pout form on her face. I reach behind my head, grabbing the neckline of the sweater I'm still wearing. Mackenzie's pout disappears, replaced by a lust filled look. I pull the sweater off myself and throw it onto the ground beside the bed.

I'm sitting on my knees, my legs on either side of Mackenzie's legs. She sits up as well, her delicate hands coming to rest on my hips. Every touch feels like my body is being electrified. Even the slightest feather like touch I receive from her makes the bulge in my pants even harder and it's becoming painful.

Kenzie reaches her head up to me and I notice the way her tongue darts out to lick her lips. I shut my eyes from the sight, my wolf growling loudly and then I feel her tongue on my neck. A loud groan tumbles out of my throat as I feel her lick a long stripe from my collarbones to my jawline.

The heat in my stomach is unbearable. I feel how my veins start to awake all over my body, webbing me with dark blue stripes.

I open my eyes and look down at my mate, noticing the way the corners of her mouth are curled upwards into a smirk. A growl rumbles deep inside of my chest. She is enjoying torturing me way too much.

My hands shoot out, finding hers that are still on my hips. I lean forward until her back hits the mattress again, pinning her hands above her head. A yelp escapes her lips and her eyes are wide from surprise when I look at her.

"You think you can just tease me without any consequences?" I rasp out into her ear. Mackenzie whimpers when my tongue darts out and licks a stripe over her earlobe. I lift myself up slightly only to look down at her body that is trapped beneath me. My bulge is pressing into her inner thigh and I get the urge to just rub myself against her, but I know if I do that, I'd lose all control I still have over myself.

I keep my eyes on her face, searching for any type of reaction that would show me she feels discomfort or that she changed her mind, but there is no doubt in her eyes or her scent. I can only smell her arousal.