Chapter 274 – The Luna Trials Novel by Marissa Gilbert

Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

Aspen was kneading one of her b*reas*ts as he kept teasing her over and over and over again until she couldn’t hold back the m*oa*ns. It was too unreal to have him this close, and when his canines grazed over the spot where lycans marked their mates, she was ready to beg him to do it. However, her rele*se came first, strong waves of immense ple@sure rippling through her as she let out a low grunt, turning her face to hide it in Aspen’s neck, grazing her lips over it as she came undone.

Brigit returned to her senses, noting that Aspen’s hands were still fondling her body, that his hardness was still pulsing and pressed into her flesh. She chose not to waste a single moment and turned to face him, straddling him properly this time, their gazes locked.

Aspen’s hand moved to her cheek, and her whole body shuddered, not knowing what to expect. He could push her away now that he’d had his fun. Instead, he simply feathered his fingers over her skin, making her breathing ragged as she enjoyed the closeness.

Tears burned her eyes, and she was afraid to open them and give herself away. She didn’t want him to be annoyed with her. Or worse. She didn’t want him to feel pity. Anything but that. She’d rather take his hate.

“Brigit–” He noticed a treacherous tear rolling down her face and caught it with his thumb, wiping it away.

“No, please,” she tried not to sob. “You– hate me.”

Aspen was silent for a while. The silence served as her answer until he broke it.

“I– try.”

A jolt of pain went through her, but at the same time, a tiny spark of hope ignited.

Try. He said try.

Was she wrong to cling to that word as if her life depended on it?

“Aspen,” she whispered, but it echoed through the walls in this spacious empty hall.

He did not respond, and she found his face in the darkness. She wanted to confess to him everything she had held back for so long, but when she cupped his cheek, she felt how damp it was.

“Aspen,” she repeated his name but with a different tone this time.

Without saying anything, he placed his hands on her hips and moved her to the top of his hardness, sliding into her, inch by inch.

“Brigit,” his voice rumbled through the room, “I try hating you, but I don’t always succeed.”

She rocked, and they both m*oa*ned in unison, Aspen wrapping his arms around her, bringing her closer.

“I am not going to lie and say that I am sorry to hear this,” she moved, and he guided her with his hands on her hips, enjoying the sight of her riding him.

Then at some point, he grasped her waist more firmly and started thrusting roughly into her.

Again, again, again.

Faster, harder, louder.

Until they both snarled at each other, until he swept Brigit’s silver hair to her back, swirling his tongue around one n*pple , followed by the other.

“I am sorry,” she muttered as she lost herself in the overwhelming emotion. “I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry–”

Aspen’s grip on her tightened, one of his hands slid to her neck, and his fingers closed around it at once.

“You are mine whether you are sorry or not!” he growled, and she nodded, ready to agree to anything as long as she could be with him. Even if it was temporary.

“Tell me you understand me!” Aspen demanded as he stopped moving, and she had to blink a few times to come back to her senses.

“I understand,” she muttered, hope flourishing inside her once again. She didn’t even try to suppress it this time.

“Tell me, Brigit, do you enjoy being a queen?” Aspen’s eyes gleamed.

“I hate it,” she did not hesitate to confess.

“Why do you do it then?”

“Because the men who did it before me were terrible at it. I wasn’t left with a choice, remember?” And because she had nothing else left.

“What if you had it now? What if someone worthy of the Bear Throne was found?” Aspen asked, his voice betraying no emotion.

“What then?” She was afraid to move. She was afraid to breathe…

“If there was someone worthy to take over for you, would you– leave all this and go with me?”

“Yes,” she replied without delay, and his heart started beating faster.

“I didn’t even tell you where we would go,” he pointed out

“Aspen, with you– If you agree to have me again, I will go anywhere,” she acknowledged and, for the first time since so long ago, she leaned in to k*iss him herself.

Tongues clashing, bodies crashing against each other, Aspen pounded into her, keeping her close.

However much he tried to hate her, it wasn’t working. He would always care about her. She was the one for him. The only one.

And he would never take another mate.

His canines elongated and traced them over her marking spot.

“May I?” he asked, stopping just so that she could hear him clearly. Brigit was breathing heavily, but the deeper he probed her skin, the more evident she felt it.

The tingles.

“Only if you promise to never regret this,” she whispered, still afraid he would change his mind.

“I will not,” he replied firmly, wrapping his arms around her tighter.

“Do you forgive me?” her voice was barely a whisper.

“Birigit,” Aspen placed a soft k*iss on the spot where he was about to mark her, “I forgave you when I died for you.”

His canines pierced her skin, and pure e*cstasy rippled through her in waves, one after the other, growing in strength and intensity.

Aspen resumed the pounding, their bodies uniting as one. Brigit screamed her rel*ase, her head falling to his shoulder as she clenched him hard in her arms, feeling him climax inside her.

“I love you,” she whispered and felt him k*iss her hair.

“I love you,” Aspen said, his words a promise he could never break.

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