Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 461

Abby

Pressed up against the cold stone wall, Karl and I are locked in a passionate kiss, the world around us fading into insignificance.

The rough texture of the wall against my back is a stark contrast to the warmth of Karl’s body pressed unwaveringly up against mine. Our breaths mingle in the chilly night air, each kiss only deepening my desire.

I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I know that it’ll just lead to more confusion, or perhaps we’ll even get caught. But right now, I don’t care in the slightest. I want Karl. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or my wolf, or the taste of the cigarette on my lips.

Or maybe I just need to feel his body to fill the void of loneliness that’s been creeping into me.

Suddenly, Karl pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Abby, what do you want?” he asks, his voice husky and thick.

I don’t answer with words, because maybe I don’t know what I want. Instead, I just smirk and pull him back in for another kiss, my hands tangling in his hair, drawing him closer.

Truthfully, I really don’t know. Right now, I just want to feel him. I want to feel his body pressing against mine, I want to taste his tongue, touch his skin. And I think it’s obvious that he wants all of those things, too, which is why he doesn’t pull away.

A soft moan lingers in the space between us as my hand trails down his abdomen, down toward the belt of his pants. I know it’s not the best place to do this, but the alcohol, my wolf, and my own desires are taking control of me. Right now, I don’t care whether we get caught. I just want him.

But then, just as we’re about to lose ourselves completely in each other, the back door of the pub swings open with a creak. A sudden gasp slices through the night, taking us both by surprise.

Karl and I quickly pull apart, our cheeks flushed with embarrassment and the remnants of our heated moment. None other than Leah is standing on the steps, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.

“Leah!” I exclaim, my voice a mix of surprise and mortification. “I-It’s not what you—”

“Oh my god,” Leah interrupts, her hands covering her eyes, but her voice betrays her amusement. “I was not expecting to see that!”

Karl and I exchange awkward glances, trying to regain our composure. “We, uh... we were just…” I stammer, struggling to find an excuse even though I know there is none.

It seems as though my earlier bravery was almost instantly snuffed out. As it turns out, I actually don’t want to get caught at all, and now I feel like a major idiot for trying to hook up with Karl in the alleyway.

“It’s the alcohol,” Karl interjects, his voice unconvincing even to our own drunken ears.

Leah lowers her hands, smirking at us. “Sure, blame it on the alcohol,” she teases. “But come on, I knew you two were hooking up all along.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she speaks, and Karl and I shoot another glance at one another.

My lipstick is smudged around his mouth, and I gesture to his lips. His face flushes red as he digs a tissue out of his pocket and wipes it away.