Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

“No, I’m simply getting ready to go to bed.” She snorts out a laugh. “Of course, we are going out, King.”

“It’s the night before the inauguration, Ellie.”

“I know,” she murmurs.

I keep my voice even. “That means tomorrow is a big day for us both, I don’t think you should be going out tonight, tomorrow will be hell. You have to be up really early and-” I pause when I catch the look on her face, she isn’t pleased with me. Her chest starts heaving, and she blinks, trying to swallow down her emotions. “I’m not forbidding you,” I tell her. “If you really want to go? Go. Have fun.”

She looks away from the mirror, her unreadable gaze pinning mine. “You don’t want me to go?”

“Well, I just thought that—”

“Kingston,” she cuts me off. “Yes or no? That’s all I want to hear.”

I know I’m going to regret it but I don’t want to lie to her either so I slowly shake my head. “No.”

She doesn’t speak, she simply turns away and grabs her phone. From my experience with women, I assume she is texting Noah about it, but she only types a few words in and places the phone down again, screen down.

“Okay,” she says quietly, her eyes shifting back to me. “I’ll stay.”

Relief hits me so hard I almost sway. “Thank you,” I smile. “I just need you to be at your best tomorrow morning, and for that you have to rest.”

She places the cap on her lipstick and rises, watching me. “I have one condition.”

“A condition?” I frown, and she nods shyly, her cheeks flushing again. “Tell me.”

“Noah keeps me entertained, so I want you to entertain me tonight, can you do that?” She asks, her tone low, curious, amusing.

I nod.

I can do that, entertainment is all over the house, I have a screening room and a home cinema dedicated to entertainment, and the music room is available too, no one has been in there, it’s hers, but I couldn’t work up the courage to tell her I have rooms in the house that cater to her hobbies. Not when I wasn’t supposed to spare her a single thought over the last couple of years.

She raises an eyebrow, staring down at me expectantly. “Do you want to watch something? I think we can find one of those mystery thrillers you like.”

“No,” she says. “I need you to empty my mind of all potential anxiety for tomorrow’s event, and the only way you can do that is by emptying inside me.”

My brain stutters.

I’m taken aback, those are the last words I expected to come out of her mouth, but she has a knack for keeping me

on my toes.

Before I recollect, she drops to her knees right in front of me, loosening her towel, and letting it pool around her waist and thighs. I stare at her, blood rushing to my cock. All it takes is one look at her, naked or not and I’m rock hard. My cock responds to everything Aeliana a bit too well.

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Her hands settle on the hem of my pants, staring up at me unblinking. “Aeliana.”

She doesn’t speak, she tries to tug them down, but my current position makes it impossible, the pants snap back up. “Help me out,” she casually says, asking me to help her strip me.

Goddess.

What’s happening right now? I study her eyes for a moment, she’s all there, she’s right here, she’s fully conscious. I kick off my slides and lift off the bed, lowering my pants for her. She tugs them down lower, her hands waste no time grabbing my cock.

Her touch is warm, soft, and gentle. She shifts slightly, licking me from the shaft to the tip. “Fuck,” I hiss. She takes me into her mouth, so deep that she gags a little before pulling back and taking me deeper.

My head falls back with a choked groan, and I grab the mattress for balance, the other fisted into her hair when she begins to suck.

“Holy-fuck, Siren, slow down.” I groan, the warmth of her mouth igniting a familiar fire in my bones. The kind that only she has the regulator for. “Aeliana,” I try again, this time trying to pull her off my cock but she relents, refusing to stop.

She hums around me, sucking even harder. I watch in awe as her cheeks hollow and her head bobs up and down my cock with a steady but torturous rhythm. Her hands grip my thighs, nails biting into my skin, and keeping me exactly where she wants me.

Wet slurping sounds fill the room, drowned by the desperate whimpers I can’t seem to keep inside. My hips move, thrusting forward, slow and steady. Aeliana’s hand moves up, encouraging me to go harder. I try to hold back, I try to be gentle, but she moans around my cock, and I lose it.

Ithrust harder, forcing her to take me deeper, she welcomes my thrusts with breathy moans, sucking harder, her tongue working me hard while I fucking her mouth in desperate strokes. “Fuck, Ellie, you’re killing me.”

She whimpers, the sound high, and needy. Her eyes open and she blinks at me, tears running down her face in a blackened mess. “Hmm, look at you, Siren. So fucking gorgeous even when you’re choking on my cock.” I hiss, thrusting faster now, she can barely keep up, spit drips down her chin faster than the tears do but she doesn’t pull off.

The sight of her gagging, and tearing while sucking my cock like her life depends on it, it snaps something primal in my chest. I’ve always loved her obsessively, in the kind of way that would sicken a therapist and make my brain a neurologist’s nightmare yet somehow, I feel that obsession snap wider, deeper. “Oh God, you’re perfect, Siren. My perfect little slut-mine,” I groan. “Only mine.”

Aeliana nods, more black tears running down her cheeks, streaking her like warpaint. I can’t believe the sounds coming out of my mouth, she has me wimpering. I’m a fucking mess of guttural, high, broken and desperate whimpers.

“Aeliana,” I breathe. “Fuck, I’m going to come, baby, please…please don’t stop, mmmhg, like that “I rasp, hips stuttering now but Aeliana sucks even harder.

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