From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Matthew’s POV

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1 reached for her without thinking, my fingers finding the familiar curve of her waist. She was exactly as I remembered–warm and real, her golden hair spilling across the pillow wed shared.

Rachel, I whispered, my voice breaking on her name.

She turned to face me, her blue eyes crinkling at the corners the way they always did when she smiled. “Matt, you’re home late tonight. I missed you.”

My heart lurched painfully in my chest. This couldn’t be real. Rachel had been gone for years, her body broken beyond repair by the rogue wolves that had attacked her while I was away on pack business. Yet here she was, looking at me with that same softness that had made me fall for her the first time.

This isn’t possible,” I said, even as my hands betrayed me, reaching to touch her face. “But I don’t care.”

She laughed, the sound warming parts of me that had been cold and dead for too long. Always overthinking everything. Just come here.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled her against me, burying my face in her ha and inhaling deeply. Pine needles and wildflowers–her scent was exactly as I remembered it. The hole in my chest that had been there since her death seemed to close, the jagged edges smoothing as I held her.

“I’ve missed you so much, I murmured, pressing my lips to her forehead, her checks, and finally capturing her mouth with mine.

She responded eagerly, her fingers threading through my hair the way they used to. When we finally broke apart, she smiled up at me, her eyes shining with

the same love I remembered.

“I’m always with you,” she said, tracing the line of my jaw. “Even when you can’t see me.”

“It’s not the same,” I admitted, pulling her closer, afraid she might disappear if I loosened my grip. “The pack needs you. I need you.”

You’ve done well without me,” she said, her voice soft but certain. “The pack is thriving under your leadership.”

I shook my head, unwilling to accept the praise. “I m barely holding it together. You should see me, Rachel. I don’t sleep, I don’t eat properly. I snap at James all the time I swallowed hard. “Sometimes I think they’d be better off with someone else as Alpha.”

“No.” Rachel’s voice was firm. “The Moon Goddess chose you to lead, Matt. Not just anyone can bear the weight of an entire pack.”

Her faith in or made my chest hurt, like a deep, heavy ache. I pulled her closer, my hands sliding down her back, grabbing her hips. I needed to feel her, to tember everything I’d lost She pressed against me like always, her body arch into ming, her breathing getting faster.

“I love you.” I whispered against her lips “I’ll always love you”

“I know,” she said, seeling softly her fingers ran through my hair as I kissed hereck, then lower to her collarbone, moving down with a hungry need

In the next moment, our clothes were just gone. Her skin was bare against mine arm and soft, and I couldn’t look away from her Her breasts moved with every quick breath, and a faint blush spread across her chest

I kissed her there, my tongue flicking over her nipple, feeling it harden the gas, pulling my he wanting more

I moved down my hands sliding to her thighs I could feel how wet she was afrey, Hembling under my touch I groaned, spreading her open, and leaned in

to taste her

Her flavor hit me -sweet and musky, a taste that was so uniquely Rachel, dixinge wild My Tongue moved over her clit, show at Bist then faster as het

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Chapter 24

hips jerked against me.

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She moaned softly, her body shaking. Her legs spread wider, inviting me in, her hands gripping my hair tighter as she pushed herself closer to me, desperate for more. I obliged, sliding my tongue inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness surround me.

Rachel’s moans turned into gasps, her body twisting and writhing beneath me, his bucking harder as she chased the sensation, her need growing with every

movement.

I couldn’t wait anymore. The need to be inside her was overwhelming. My cock was throbbing, swollen to the point of near pain, aching with the desperate urge to fill her, to feel her tight around me.

My mind was a haze of want, every thought consumed by how much I needed to be buried deep inside her, to claim her completely in this fleeting dream.

I positioned myself between her legs, my cock hard and ready, brushing against her wet entrance. I pushed in, feeling her tight heat wrap around me, taking

me in deep. I groaned as I filled her, her walls squeezing me.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging in as I started thrusting. Slow at first, then harder, faster, like I was trying to make up for everything. Her

moans got louder, her hips moving with mine, our bodies slamming together.

“Matthew,” she gasped, my name on her lips like a plea, sending a jolt through me. I could feel her getting close, her breaths short and sharp, her body

tightening around me.

“More,” she whispered, almost begging, and I gave it to her, thrusting deeper, harder, holding her hips tight. Sweat dripped down my face as I pushed us both to the edge. I angled myself, hitting that spot that made her cry out, her head falling back. “Matthew!” she moaned again, louder this time, and it

fueled me even more.

“I’m close,” she gasped, and I felt it–her walls pulsing around me. I kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as I thrust one last time, sending her over. She came hard, shaking under me, her cries muffled against my lips, my name slipping out again in a broken whisper, “Matthew…”

That pushed me over too. I groaned loud, releasing inside her, my hips jerking as the pleasure hit me like a wave. I buried my face in her neck, breathing hard, still trembling. We stayed like that for a moment, tangled up, our breaths mxing, still connected.

“I’ll never let you go again,” I whispered, my voice rough. She didn’t say anything just traced her fingers on my back, a quiet promise. But even as I held her, I knew this was just a dream–too perfect, too fleeting. Still, I clung to her, not ready to wake up.

Something shifted then. My fingers, tangled in her golden hair, encountered resistance. I pulled back slightly, confused, and watched as the strands between my fingers darkened from gold to rich brown.

“Rachel?” I released her and took a step back, suddenly uncertain.

Her face blurred before my eyes, features shifting like sand in a windstorm. I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision, but when I looked again, Rachel was

gone

In her place was Julia White, her warm brown eyes regarding me with the same derness Rachel’s had held.