Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
Petra wanted to bite her lip, but he got there first, thrusting his hot tongue past her lips, dominating her easily as she simply focused on remembering to breathe now as he led her in this new and exciting dance.
Then, all of a sudden, Ash groaned and pulled away, leaving her feeling cold and empty.
“Damn it!” he swore under his breath and then added a few more intricate words to the mix, his chest heaving as he tried not to look at her.
“Did I– do something wrong?” Petra wanted to cover herself, not sure if she had repelled him in some unknown way.
“You? Wrong?” Ash let out a dark chuckle and wrapped his arms around her. “Petra, you are perfection from head to toe. I am barely restraining myself from taking you in this dirty space. I want to ravish you and make you mine in every way imaginable. Don’t ever think otherwise. You simply can’t do anything wrong. Not with me.”
“Then why–” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence as it felt like she was begging him to take her now. Although his previous words tinted her cheeks, warmth spread over her chest.
“Because, Petra,” Ash let out a heavy sigh and then finally brought himself to meet her gaze. “Because you deserve so much more than this. I can’t take your innocence here… not here and not like this.”
She giggled at that. “I really don’t mind, Ash. After everything we’ve been through, I don’t need rose petals and a diamond necklace to go with it. I just need you, my mate. As close as possible and I need you now.”
He growled again, and she taunted him, dropping the sweats she was wearing onto the ground and turning to swipe everything off the table she was leaning on with her arm in one decisive move. Then she hopped on top of it and looked at him again, quirking her brow up in invitation.
At that moment, the door to the room started to open, and Petra got scared that some stranger would see her. She was getting bolder and braver, but she wasn’t ready for something like that.
“No!” she screamed, looking at the door, and it closed shut suddenly. She heard curses behind it, and the person outside pushed against the door, muttering more Northern expletives as he tried to enter again. Petra panicked, and one of the heavy wooden boxes on the floor moved to the door to block it from opening.
“Did you–” Ash’s head snapped to look at his startled mate.
The question hung in the air between them.
Was she the one who did that? Did she just move an object without touching it?
“I don’t know!” Petra panicked, covering her mouth. “Did I?”
Ash furrowed his brows.
“You have been blessed by a god today,” Ash stated thoughtfully, taking her hand into his. “After Riannon was reborn and blessed, she gradually developed some extraordinary abilities.”
“The battle happened hours ago!” Petra was still in denial. “That’s not “gradually”.”
“No, but you didn’t die and didn’t have to be restored after a rebirth,” Ash pointed out. “And if I am not mistaken, you were one of the first to respond to Fenrir’s call.”
That was true. The moment Petra heard it in her heart, she knew this was what she had been waiting for her whole life. A chance to be a real fighter. Not just a tiny wolf and a pretty face. Deep inside, Petra always craved more. Now she knew it.
They heard more warriors returning to the castle, and a few more people tried the damn door. Ash helped Petra to get dressed, to their shared disappointment. Their beautiful moment was gone.
***
This was why Petra was especially excited for today. They were together at last. No obstructions between them, no more complications.
“I love it, Ash,” she beamed at her future husband and saw a relieved smile curling his lips. “We will build it bigger and better if that’s what you want. Together.”
“Together,” he repeated her words, leaning closer and k*issing her shoulder softly.
Their car stopped in front of a mansion that definitely needed some repair work done in the near future but, at the same time, she could tell it was still magnificent and spacious. Petra breathed out as her eyes carefully studied the surroundings. She could definitely work with this.
Ash got out of the car first and walked around to open the door for her. Petra amoothed the creases on her dress with shaky hands, trying to calm down. Evelyn taught her how important first impressions were. She has trained for this moment her whole life.
Introduction to the pack that she was going to rule alongside Ash.
She saw through the tinted glass of the car door that his hand was almost on the handle to let her out when she heard a shrieking noise that startled her.
“Ash!” Some blonde girl in a short red dress screamed, and before Petra could react or even get out of the damn car, the unfamiliar she-wolf threw herself in Ash’s arms as if she belonged there.
Petra froze in her seat. This wasn’t what she expected at all. This, in fact, was her worst nightmare. Did she get into one of these stories everyone whispered about where an Alpha was going to treat his Luna horribly while parading his mistresses around in front of the whole pack?
She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. Ash really didn’t look like the type. Although she immediately remembered how many times he hesitated to claim her. Was this woman the reason why?
Petra released a steady breath and prepared to open the door herself when she saw Ash distancing himself from the woman in question.
“Harper!” he groaned. “Boundaries, please!”
Those words let Petra breathe again, but she was far from calm now. She needed answers.
Ash rushed to open the door as if he knew what she felt.
“My love,” he stretched a hand to her, and Petra accepted it, stepping out of the car as gracefully as she could. She chose an appropriate pink tweed dress and a blazer outfit for today, paired with her mother’s favourite pearls, letting her blush pink curls fall freely down her shoulders.
“Petra,” Ash slid his palm up her back and then pulled her into his warm embrace, “this is the previous Alpha’s sister, Harper Thorne. Harper, this is your new Luna and my mate, Petra.”
“Nice to meet you,” Petra decided to not make any a*s*sumptions based on one small interaction and stretched her hand out to the blonde.
“Aren’t you a pretty stick of cotton candy?” Harper giggled, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. Petra had seen enough fake smiles at to recognise one.
“Thanks,” the Northerner wasn’t letting it get to her. “Ash says I am delicious, too.”
Their gazes locked, and Harper’s turned into a glare. She had received the message.
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