THE PERFECT LUNA

She decided not to waste any time and pulled the silk robe on, storming after the

Lycan king. Her hair was still wet, and water was trickling down her skin but she

did not care. She had to see him, she had to speak to him. She was dying to find

out what was going on.

Luckily, he did not lock the door and she entered his own bedroom with ease. It

was dark as the curtains in the room were shut and they seemed to be with a

complete blackout effect. This was a manly room in dark shades. Very tasteful

and minimalistic. Very very him.

She saw Gideon at once as he stood by a desk breathing heavily with one of his

hands covering his eyes. This posture startled her and she paused.

But it was too late since he sensed her presence and snapped his head in her

direction. “Not now, Riannon,” he said, and it sounded like both warning and

begging.

“Just what is going on?” she stepped forward and his eyes landed on the wet silk

of her robe that wasn’t hiding anything from his gaze.

“Oh, Goddess!” he muttered, turning away and feeling how desire was

overwhelming him again.

“Gideon, speak to me!” the Luna was not giving up, “You are giving me some

seriously mixed signals here!”

Mars was howling in his head, and he couldn’t stay close to her anymore. He had

the best self-control for a lycan. But this was too much. He had nerves of steel.

He wasn’t made of

So, the king did the only thing that he could and opened the heavy curtains,

letting the light in and stormed out to the balcony to take a deep gulp of air.

He needed to cool himself. But the shower wasn’t going to help him anymore.

The thought alone of any kind of water procedures now was bringing him back to

his problem.

“Gideon!” she was already behind him, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled that

sweet scent of hers, knowing that it would be best not to turn back and look at

her.

“Ria,” he would have chuckled at how they suddenly dropped all the formalities

now if he wasn’t in physical pain, fighting his body and Mars seemed hard. Too

hard. “What is it that you really want?”

“Answers!” she replied without even so much as a shade of hesitation, “Tell me

what just happened! You clearly...”

Her voice broke as did her bravely. Wasn’t she too bold with him? With the Lycan

king of

But she clenched her fists and pronounced the next words firmly.

“You clearly want me,” she said and he couldn’t hold back a snort, turning to face

her. “You think?” he raised her brow at her. “Then what was the problem right

now?” she did not budge.

“The problem, Riannon?” he made a step in her direction and for the first time

since they met she managed to see something menacing in his eyes. It was the

same handsome face, the same person that he knew, but somehow the air

between them got different suddenly. “The problem is that I more than just want

you. I want you all. For myself. Without sharing you with anyone else in this

world. I wanted you like that from the moment I saw you and it gets worse every

day. The things I want to do to you... You can’t imagine! But if I take you now, I

am going to mark that pretty little neck of yours.”

She gulped, trying to process the information.

He told her before that he wanted her as his woman. She even believed him. But

marking her... He couldn’t be serious about that.

“But I am already marked,” the words left her lips without her realising as her

hand went instinctively to the place where her husband made his claim once.

She couldn’t feel it. She couldn’t feel the scar that was there for years.

“Really?” Gideon chuckled darkly, “Where is it then? All I see is two little red

stains on your skin.”

What? When did that happen?

“B-but,” she stuttered, “A mark would seal us together for life.”

“How terrible!” he rolled his eyes, coming closer. And now she was backing away.

“And what if I don’t mind?”

She didn’t know what to say to that.

At the same time, he was studying her scared face, coming to the sad conclusion

that she still wasn’t ready.

“Go back to your room, Riannon,” he said, turning away again and hoping that

she would just simply obey him for once, “Go back and close your door. Make

sure that...”

“Why?” she interrupted him and he flinched, “Why do you want me so much? I

am not even a lycan! It doesn’t make any sense! Why does mostly everyone here

react as if it was completely normal? Why does my wolf react to you? Why did

my wounds heal so quickly today

He did not let her finish as he was right next to her in less than a second, piercing

her with his eyes that were glowing golden.

“Why do you think?!” he growled as he grasped her waist and her pink lips parted

slightly.

Riannon was startled, to say the least. She did not know why she came here in

the first place. From the very beginning, all this was wrong!

So, why couldn’t she push him away? Why did she crave him so much?

“Mate...”. Onyx whispered, turning the Luna’s world upside down.

“Mate,” Ria repeated her wolf’s words and at the very next moment, Gideon’s lips

crashed into hers possessively.

“Mate,” he growled into her mouth, lifting her up with ease.

Riannon wrapped her thighs around his waist and her hands around his

shoulders as their tongues were intertwining wildly.

It was surreal. How could she miss this? How could she miss that he was hers

this whole time?

He slammed her back over the cold stone wall, pressing himself tightly against

her.

“You said the word,” he muttered still conquering her mouth, “Now I don’t know if

I would be able to stop...”

“Don’t... stop,” she responded and he snarled into her neck, peppering it with

kisses.

“Very well,” the lycan king said as he pulled the tie of her robe, making her

bre.asts bounce freely. He tore off her for a second, to take a breath and looked

at them, taking on in his hand and kneading it gently.

Ria sucked in a breath and he lowered his head to inhale the firm ni.pple, finally

being able to enjoy her to the fullest. Her fingers laced into his hair, tugging it

gently, and when he released her flesh, their eyes met. Without any words, there

was an understanding between them now.

He grasped her bottom and moved them to the bed, throwing her on top of it as if

she weighed nothing. She watched his every move as he unzipped his jeans and

got rid of them. And she forgot how to breathe when he got onto the edge of the

bed and took one of her ankles into his hands, placing a soft kiss onto it. And

then one more a little higher, and one more... Slowly, he was moving up as she

bit her lip, starting feeling the tingles.

They definitely weren’t there before. But they were here now and Riannon had a

very hard no time and she felt his tongue flickering over and over her most

sensitive bundle of nerves.

Arching her back in delight, she clenched the sheets and arched her back as she

got yet another mind-splitting release from him.

He let her come down from it, watching her and trying to remember every single

detail.

Their eyes met again, and he felt her hand running all over his length. Her fingers

wrapped around it as she stroked him slowly several times without breaking their

eye contact.

Ria liked what she felt. She was going to enjoy it for sure.

Understanding her silent command, he positioned herself at her entrance,

nudging it with his head.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and it was obvious that it was hard for him to even say

the words, “Your...plan...”

“I think I am going to need a new plan,” she admitted honestly, holding his gaze,

“Gideon Stormhold, if you don’t take me right this very...”

He entered her in one swift move. Not gently at all. He couldn’t be gentle

anymore. He waited enough. She was his everything and he craved her from the

moment he saw her. And now she was finally his.

Just watching her face as he pulled almost out and then roughly thrust back,

making her moan, did things to him. He hooked one of her thighs to give himself

better access and repositioned himself.

“Gideon!” she muttered his name as he started pounding into her, each thrust

cementing their bond. Mars was howling inside because they both were getting

exactly what they wanted.

Their Luna.

Riannon was completely overwhelmed with all the sensations. The only man she

had

prior to the king was her husband but it never felt like this. It was so good that

she wanted to laugh and cry, and scream, and beg him for more. All at the same

time.

He was hitting just the right spot over and over while she could feel pleasure

building at the lower part of her. He took up the tempo and she didn’t even notice

how her fingernails dug into his back and arms. They were both mad. And hungry

for each other. Whatever they did it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

He lowered himself as his canines grazed the skin on her neck and for a second

there . she thought that he was going to mark her. The thought alone brought her

over the edge and her mind shattered into millions of pieces as her body

trembled in his hands. made him speed up, even more, making a few deep

thrusts and stilling inside of her.

He spilt every drop of his seed into her, not wishing for it to stop.

“MINE!” he growled as he fell on top of her, panting but still searching her lips.

“You are mine, Riannon,” he repeated.

“Yes,” she said, locking her arms around his neck and feeling happy and content

to be with this man.

He traced the place where he had to mark her with his fingers and looked at her.

It was a question and they both knew it. So, she shook her head, telling him that

it wasn’t the time yet.

And he had to accept this. At least now he knew she was his. Whatever

happened next, it was only a matter of time. His mark would be decorating her

neck. She would be his Luna.

“I am sorry,” she whispered, knowing what he was thinking about. She hated that

this was how everything was starting for them.

He cupped her chin and made her look at him, claiming her lips for another sweet

moment.

“It’s perfect,” he said, brushing his thumb over her lower lip, “We’ll deal with

everything together and I will mark you. And trust me, I will do anything for it to

happen faster. And in the meantime...”

A devilish smirk appeared on his face. “You don’t want to rest?” Riannon shot her

brow up.

“My Luna, we are only starting...”

Back at the Silver River Pack, Brayden was enjoying his own little mate. Roxy

was obedient and learned what he liked very fast. He could allow himself to do

things to her that he wouldn’t want to do with his wife. His wife was perfect. Too

perfect for things like that.

“Yes, Alpha, yes!” the omega whined as he took her from the back, slapping her

when he felt like it. He was already so close to his own release when something

changed.

It felt as if someone was chocking him and the mark on his neck was stinging. He

tried to control it at first but it wasn’t letting him go.

By the end of it, it got so bad that even his hands were shaking.

“Alpha,” Roxy, looked at him over her shoulder. She was already doing all the job

herself. “Is everything ok?”

He pulled out of her, having difficulties breathing.

“Leave,” he commanded curtly, and she knew better than to argue. When the

door behind her closed, he took a deep breath and made himself stand up from

the bed.

On wobbly legs Brayden walked to his desk and got out a flask from one of the

drawers, gulping greedily the burning liquid. His gaze fell onto his reflection on

the standing full-length mirror in front of him and he did not like what he saw in

there. Hid mark... was inflamed.

“Riannon!” Bryaden gritted through his teeth...