Chapter 305 – Luna of The Mighty Alpha

Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

Fenrir’s lips were softer than she’d imagined. He brushed them over hers, sliding his tongue gently along her bottom lip, begging for entrance which she granted with a gasp.

She shouldn’t have done it… but she couldn’t resist anymore either.

The moment their tongues collided, his strong hands pulled her closer so that she could feel all the heat radiating from him.

A growl rumbled through his chest, followed by her moan as he found the ties of her dress and pulled at them roughly, breaking them in the middle. The sheer fabric pooled at her feet, exposing her skin. The cold air made her shiver, but Fenrir’s large calloused fingers explored every inch of her body, not letting her get cold.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as they broke their kiss to gasp for air, his voice hoarse for some reason. “So– ethereal–”

Her lips curled into a smile. “That couldn’t be further away from the truth!”

“I am afraid you will just have to trust me on this one,” he smirked, making her giggle. That laughter, however, changed something in him. His eyes got a shade darker, his breathing became ragged, as if he was barely restraining himself.

“Fenrir,” she called his name, awakening something else in him, and he pressed her closer against his warm, broad chest.

“Say that you are mine–” he whispered, his chest rising and falling.

“Are you mine then?” she taunted, biting her pink lip and sliding her delicate hand up his arm to wrap it around his strong shoulder.

“If you will have me.” He didn’t break eye contact when the words left his mouth, surprising her.

“Are you offering?” She arched her brow at him.

“I am begging, Astraea,” he confessed, exhaling loudly and pressing her naked body against the temple wall. The moonstone was cold to the touch, but it couldn’t cool the flames between them.

There was so much pain in his eyes that she couldn’t bear it anymore, cupping his cheek and smiling at him.

“Then it’s a deal. You are mine and I am yours. Remember that these words are binding, Fenrir.”

“You are mine and I am yours,” he repeated, sending tingles down her spine.

She stood on her tiptoes to try and reach his lips, but he still had to lean down for her to do it. Her featherlike kiss was met with him capturing her lips completely, greedily thrusting his tongue into her mouth as if he couldn’t wait anymore.

He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and took her to the altar, placing her on top of it and towering over her.

They chose the worst place in the world to do it…

She pulled his tunic up, revealing his immaculate physique and throwing the unwanted piece of fabric away. Their gazes locked once again, and she ran her nails over the chiselled lines of his abdomen, leaving a trail of shimmering magic all the way to his chest, which looked as if it was carved from stone, desperately restraining herself from begging him to take her quickly.

This wasn’t like her at all, but she’d never desired a man like this before.

Fenrir trailed his tongue over her neck, eliciting a rush of goosebumps over her flesh as she laced her fingers into his hair. When his mouth inhaled one of her n*pples, she arched her back, unable to hold back a loud moan.

Fenrir chuckled, sliding his free hand between her thighs and dragging his fingers over her wetness, teasing her.

She was untouched and so pure.

And now she was his. He couldn’t believe his own luck.

“Please,” she whimpered when he drove her too close to the edge and stopped.

“Anything for you,” Fenrir replied, parting her thighs and taking her beauty in. Her naked body was at full display for him, silvery hair scattered over the moonstone table, her body glittering with the magic she couldn’t control anymore.

She was trembling from his every touch, her body made for him.

“What are you waiting for?” She asked, not taking her eyes off him.

“You once said stars burn,” he reminded her, and her smile dropped as she wasn’t sure where he was going with this at the moment like that. “I will gladly burn forever if I get to be with you.”

She rose to him to pull him in for a kiss, unable to find words to match this confession but wishing for him to know how she felt about it. The motion undid him, his desire almost painful. He peppered her with kisses, swirling his tongue over her breast’s peak and drawing a gasp from her, pushing her to lay back again. His caresses went lower and lower until he felt her shiver in his hands when his lips descended to her core.

Fenrir’s body quivered with restraint, the need to possess her overwhelming him, but not before he could hear her screaming his name in pleasure. So he kept teasing her glistening flesh over and over, driving inside with his tongue and then getting back to the little sensitive bundle of nerves which made her moan every time he touched her.

Astrea arched her back, screaming when her rel*ease pulsed through her…

Astrea screamed, panting as she sat up in the bed, the dream still haunting her as if she was indeed in Fenrir’s arms moments ago. Luckily, it was just an illusion, and she was in bed with grey satin sheets in the bedroom… she didn’t recognise.

“What the–” There was something in her palm, and when she unclenched her fingers, she saw a little dark crystal she didn’t recognize.

“Morning,” Fenrir greeted her, taking a sip of his coffee at a little table next to a glass wall.

A glass wall she didn’t recognise.

In the room, she was seeing for the first time in her life.

A beautiful luxurious room decorated with beautiful expensive things.

“Wh-where are we?” she asked meekly, frantically assessing the situation and thinking of what to do next. The memory of the previous evening made her heart race because there was no chance in hell Fenrir didn’t notice her bag full of weapons. She did not manage to run away, so the only way to leave now would be to try and kill him right now, then figure out where she was and how to escape this place later.

Maybe the Teacher was already looking for her. After all, wasn’t this why he put that snake tattoo on her. Her hand instinctively went for her neck, and Fenrir furrowed his brows as if he didn’t like that motion.

“That thing won’t work here,” he informed her matter-of-factly, and she gulped.

Not only did he know that the tattoo had to be “working”, but he also managed to block it somehow. If this was the case, how would the other Firstborn find her? The Teacher relied on that snake.

Their eyes met, and her stomach churned.

He knew. Fenrir knew everything.

“Listen,” she got up, realising she was wearing just a thin black lace slip. Not something she went into the desert wearing. “Who changed my clothes?” she yelled, forgetting what was important.

“Really?” the Rogue King chuckled. “This is what worries you the most now? Not anything else?”

“Many things worry me,” she admitted, “but I have the right–”

She lost her voice when she noticed all her weapons neatly arranged on a different table behind Fenrir. Her knives, her little grenades, the gun she hated but brought anyway and everything else she’d packed for this mission. It was all there.

“They were all sandy, so I cleaned them for you,” Fenrir chuckled, angering her. He was mocking her failure and she didn’t find it funny at all. Although he did have a right to it. She had to give him that.

“Well, I couldn’t come to the Rogue Kingdom unarmed,” she defiantly crossed her arms over her chest.

“No one expected you to,” he retorted, standing up. “Why hide them, though?”

She didn’t have a good reply to that, but she had to come up with something.

“Oh, excuse me for not revealing all of my tricks to my potential attackers! How silly of me!”

“No one will touch you here,” he growled, towering over her, and for a moment, it reminded her what happened in the dream, heating up her cheeks. That dream was… intense.

“Well, someone already did, remember?” Astrea reminded him, desperately trying to change the subject and get herself off the hook.

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