Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

His eyes widen, “What has gotten into you?”

I shrug, “Hopefully, you in the few seconds.”

“No.”

“No?” I blink?

God, my hands fall from his face, and the humiliation sets in very quickly. I wish the floor could split open and swallow me whole. Do I really disgust him that much? I misinterpreted the little bit of kindness he showed me by taking care of me not only last night but also here, it felt…

His hand clasps around my wrist, “Not like this,” he says. “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to say it, Ellie. I already told you, I’m not playing any games with you. So say what you want.”

I try to pull away but he pulls me back, closer, so close that he can feel and hear how my heart is pounding. “Stop running.”

I gulp, my fingers trembling when I reach out and trace them down the centre of his chest, tracing his abs. I keep going lower until my fingertips brush the waistband of his jeans. “Kingston,” I swallow, my gaze low still.

“Speak, Aeliana.” He urges, his voice soft yet commanding, a thin line separating him and Jagger-his wolf.

Finally, I gain half the courage to look him in the eye. “I want you to fuck me,” I say, my core clenching around nothing already.

Kingston traces his thumb on my lips, parting them. “More,” he breathes. “Beg like the good girl I know you can be.”

Fuck.

His words send shivers through me, my nipples harden and my pussy clenches so hard I almost moan. I hate how ready I am for him already, I hate how my body doesn’t seem to care for the animosity, or the constant fights. Thinking of those right now only makes me wetter, like it’s been foreplay building up to this moment.

He’s staring at me, I know what he wants, but I don’t know how to say it without fear, without worry about what happens after. I think we shouldn’t cross this line, there is no going back from here, he isn’t mine. The only claim I have on him is the bond, and even though it burns fiercely, I can’t compete with his heart or the woman inside it.

And just like that, a huge lump grows in my throat, I’m a mix of horny and sad, an awful combination. I catch a shift in his eyes, almost like he saw the moment reality slapped me in the face. Does he even want me?

“Aeliana Hartley,” Lumi huffs. “Stop thinking so much, he’s right here, look at him. It’s us that he is looking at- you. She isn’t here, it’s you who is making him gape with such yearning.”

“He doesn’t love me.”

“Gods,” she grumbles, fed up with me. “It’s not love that we want right now, it’s not love that your pussy is slick for, it’s him, so tell him please. We’ve forgotten what desires touch feels like, and I’m getting tired of your fingers and that shivering thingamabob that you have.”

Vibrator. She means my vibrator.

But fuck it, she’s right.

I want Kingston to touch me, I want to remember what it feels like to have a man touch me and not have my skin

1/2

+25 Bonus

crawl with fear. “It’s okay,” he tells me. “You can choose not to want me, Aeliana. I can live with that, just never let-”

“Please,” I blurt out. I want to be his good girl, I want to feel his touch again even if it ruins us both. I can shatter and dance around the pieces of whatever is left of us but later, right now, I just want him. “I want you inside me, Kingston,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion and a vulnerability I hope he doesn’t catch. “Fuck me, fuck me until I forget everything, King. I want to forget.”

He doesn’t ask what it is that I want to forget, he simply nods. His hands grip my waist, and he spins me, backing me onto the bed until I fall with a gasp. His knee shoves my thighs apart, as his body cages mine.

My eyes drop to his chest, stealing a glimpse of the purposeful art on his chest. “Look at me,” he says.

My gaze lifts, chest heaving faster as I take him in. I feel the need to start praying for myself when I see the dark hungry look in his eyes. “I-”

I’m second guessing myself, his lips slowly brush over mine and he kisses me, his tongue so deep and hungry. I kiss him back, harder, my every moan and breaths get swallowed into his mouth. I know I’m going to regret this because this―us, we feel like home and heartbreak at once. My hands claw at his back, nails digging into skin in an attempt to pull him closer, like having him this close erases several years apart.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify