Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 330

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I shake my head. “You’re not him, King. If anything, the only way you’re hurting me is by not touching me.” I say, taking his hands and guiding them higher under my oversized t-shirt, letting him feel how relaxed I am under his touch. “I love your hands, my mind and body recognise that as safe, pleasure..”

“I—”

“See, fine, unharmed, safe,” I say, guiding his hands over my breasts. “Feel how hard my nipples are, that’s for you, your touch.”

His fingers move without aid, “Fuck, Ellie.” He groans.

“I’m okay, see?” I smile, “Move lower.” I tell her, dropping my hands. His hand palms over one of my breasts, but the other just stops, fingers trembling against my stomach.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t piss me off right now,” I growl. That gets him to move, his fingers trail down my stomach, slow and tentative. “Hmm yes, like that, so good.” I urge, lifting my hips and scooting back an inch.

“Really?”

“Yes,” I desperately nod, caressing the back of his head. “I need you to touch my pussy now…”

He does, with trembling fingers, he palms my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“That’s a cry for your attention,” I moan, falling back when he grips the waistband of my panties, struggling to pull the fabric apart. “So give it to me.”

He pulls them down, letting them hang around my thighs. He sucks in a breath, worried still. “Aeliana—”

“This isn’t your first time with my pussy,” I tell him, moving my thighs further apart. His eyes hungrily gape at my pussy, but he doesn’t move still, he just stares, that vein on his forehead straining from his restraint.

“I’m—”

I grab his hand, and guide him again, watching his face. “I like the way your hands feel…so good,” I moan. “Two,” I tell him, helping him push his fingers inside me.

He sits back, running his slick finger through his hair. “I’m sorry, Aeli, but I just can’t do it.” He sighs, shaking his head. “I’m trying unbelievably hard to make sure that you’re okay, I’m scared of fucking this up.”

I frown.

Unbelievably hard? What happened to us? Why is it taking so much effort to get past foreplay?

“This isn’t about you being scared, is it?” I finally ask, “Because I have tried really hard to assure you that I’m okay, but you can’t seem to get past the idea of Brandon having me.”

His jaw tightens, “Don’t mention his name.” He snaps.

“Why not?” I counter. “He is the problem, you don’t want to fuck me because you’re disgusted, you’re not scared. You are appalled by the thought of—”

“Please stop saying that, siren.” He says, reaching for my hand but I pull it away. “I ruined the allure, didn't I? You liked having all my firsts, and I let him take one by letting him record me with that camera, right?”