Tempting LUNA 【18+】

Chapter 8: At the Table

POV:

Flora Duncan

As I walked out of the bathroom, I adjusted my skirt and took a deep breath. The cool morning air in the room did little to calm my racing heart. I was glad I had put on new clothes, feeling a bit more clear-headed, but still uneasy.

Going down the stairs, I heard the faint clinking of dishes and low murmurs. When I got to the dining area, I saw an omega werewolf servant setting the table.

Adam Hansen looked up when I walked in, a small smile on his face.

"Good morning, Flora. I hope you slept well."

"Good morning," I replied, my voice a little shaky. I sat down at the table, trying to act calm, but the nervousness and discomfort were obvious.

Adam pulled out a chair for me, and when he sat down across from me, it was like the little incident from earlier hadn't fazed him at all.

"I've prepared simple breakfast," Adam said, gesturing to the spread on the table. It was a modest assortment of fresh fruit, pastries, and coffee.

"I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I went with something light."

"Thanks," I said, reaching for a croissant. My hand trembled a little, betraying my nervousness.

"You didn't have to go through the trouble."

"It wasn't any trouble at all," he replied, picking up his own pastry.

"I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable."

"Fuck," I thought. Why was he being so considerate and kind?

We ate in silence, the clinking of silverware the only sound breaking the quiet. I kept sneaking glances at Adam Hansen. He seemed so relaxed, completely different from the tension last day.

"So," Adam finally broke the silence.

"You seem a bit nervous this morning. Is everything okay?"

I looked up, my mouth half-full with a bite of croissant. After hesitating for a moment, I answered,

"It's just... the first time."

Adam nodded understandingly. "I can imagine. It wasn't my intention to overwhelm you."

He winked.

I forced a smile, trying to hide the uncertainty that still lingered.

"It's not just that. It's everything. I don't know how to make sense of it all, but I think everything's still the same as before."

Adam's gaze softened, and he leaned in slightly.

"I know, the first marking can be confusing. I don't want to complicate things. I just want to make sure you're okay."

I looked away, focusing on the coffee cup in front of me.

"I appreciate it. I really do. But I also need some space to figure things out."

He looked a bit disappointed, but he quickly covered it with a charming smile, as if he had just thought of something.

"Of course. Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere."

As he spoke, Alpha suddenly got up and sat right next to me. One hand rested on the back of my chair, and the other braced on the table.

"But, Miss Duncan, you need to move in with me. After all, you've got my mark now."

"What? No, thank you... I don't think that's really necessary." I gave an awkward smile, but it quickly faded when I felt a warm, dry hand slip under my skirt. It slid up from my calf to my thigh, then quickly to the space between my legs.

"Hey! Adam!" I dropped the bread I was holding and tried to stop him.

The servant, busy in the kitchen, heard the commotion and hurried out to check what was happening.

"Mr. Hansen, Miss Duncan, is everything alright?" the servant asked, concern in their voice.

"Nothing at all. Flora was just saying how delicious the sausages are," Adam Hansen responded with a completely serious expression. But beneath the table, his hand, hidden by the tablecloth, pressed firmly against my most sensitive spot.

I was on the verge of crying out.

"Y-yeah... Thank you..." I managed to stammer.

"Since there's nothing wrong, I'll be heading out now." The servant turned to leave but glanced back at me, noticing my flushed cheeks and dazed expression, almost as if...

"No way!" the servant thought in shock, but a glimpse of Adam Hansen's hand slipping under Miss Duncan's skirt confirmed their suspicions.

— Oh my God, they're actually...

Sensing the servant's thoughts, Adam Hansen shot a sharp, emotionless look with his piercing eyes. Terrified, the servant quickly retreated back into the kitchen.

"I'd rather you call me Adam."

"Ah... take it out... I don't want it..." I hurriedly tried to grab Adam Hansen's mischievous hand.

Then a few malicious flicks of the sensitive clit by the Alpha.

"Why don't you want it?" Adam asked as he forcefully moved his fingers in and out, following the trail of wetness.

"Mm... I just don't..." I was already too weak to speak properly.

"But you're wet, baby."

Adam Hansen stood up, helping me up as well, and wrapped his arm around my waist, guiding me toward a small door. I realized it led to the garage.

"Wait... hold on," I practically leaned against Adam Hansen, being led by him as we walked out.

"I'll show you that you need me."

Adam Hansen's deep voice echoed in my ear, and by the time we reached the car, he was almost carrying me.

As soon as we got in the car, Alpha eagerly wrapped his arms around me and sat face to face on his lap. In a couple of tries, he stripped me naked and cupped a pair of big tits and sucked them to his heart's content, while his hand quickly unzipped his pants and released his cock, grinding his glans erotically against my bottom.

It's so hot. The cramped space inside the car forced us to press close together. I could feel the blood rushing through me, and I wasn't sure if it was because of the heat or just because I wanted him. He was releasing his scent, trapping me in his territory. The mark made it impossible for me to resist.

The Alpha pressed down on my waist and I immediately felt the aching pleasure of the glans pushing through the vagina as I sat down as soon as I ran out of strength, the huge rod breaking right through the layers of vagina and thrusting ferociously to the bottom at the mouth of my womb.

I cringed and moaned at the aching pleasure.

"I told you, you need me, baby."

Adam Hansen said as he jerked his hips, his huge glans slamming hard against the opening of his uterus, back and forth a few times. And it sent me into an orgasm .

"Uhhhh ......"

I could barely hold onto Adam Hansen's shoulder, my body almost collapsing, but he held me up with his firm waist and abdomen.

"Fuck, this bastard!"

Liquid flowed out wetting the Alpha's pants and the leather seat underneath him, making a constant plopping sound as his cock moved in and out. The pleasure building up inside me, my nails snapped dead into Adam Hansen's shoulders, even my toes couldn't live with the slight contraction.

With the man's final stroke, I felt like I was going to die here as the pleasure tilted my head back and tensed, a gush of hot liquid poured freely over Adam Hansen's cock, my pussy contracting tightly and my uterus sucking on his rod for dear life, and the alpha pumped in and out for a few moments, then slammed into the deepest part of it with a low growl and a hard slam as well.

I collapsed weakly onto Adam Hansen, but felt my legs being spread apart once more.

"I'm not letting you go, my mate."