Luna Forsaken (Arya and James) novel Chapter 225

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Lev’s words hung in the air between us, his deep voice a rumble that vibrated through

my chest like the distant thunder of a storm.

“I’ll wait for you, Arya. As long as it takes.” His eyes, those piercing golden orbs that marked him as the alpha he was, held mine without flinching.

The balcony wrapped around us like a private world, the cool night breeze whispering over our skin, carrying the faint scent of pine from the forest below. Stars dotted the sky above, but all I could focus on was him, the broad shoulders straining against his shirt, the way his hands flexed at his sides as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

My heart pounded, a wild drumbeat echoing the shifter instincts clawing at my insides. Vulnerability had cracked me open tonight, spilling out fears and desires I’d buried deep. But now, with his promise sealing the moment, something fiercer ignited.

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Desire.

Raw, unfiltered need that made my thighs clench and my breath hitch.

stepped closer, until my body brushed his. Heat radiated from him, a primal warmth

that called to the wolf within me.

“Lev,” I whispered, my voice husky, laced with the hunger I could no longer deny. My

fingers trailed up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath the thin fabric. He

inhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring as he caught my scent, arousal blooming like wildflowers in the night air. His hands finally moved, gripping my waist with a

possessiveness that sent shivers racing down my spine.

He pulled me flush against him, his erection pressing insistently against my belly, thick and unyielding through his pants.

I tilted my head back, exposing my throat in a silent surrender, and he took the invitation. His lips descended, hot and demanding, claiming my mouth in a kiss that scorched away any lingering doubts. Tongues tangled, wet and urgent, as he devoured me like a starving man.

Growls rumbled from his throat, vibrating into me, stoking the fire in my core. My hands

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fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, nails scraping his scalp as I poured every ounce of my longing into the kiss.

He broke away only to trail his mouth down my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin

where my pulse thundered.

“Mine,” he snarled softly, the alpha command threading through the word, making my

knees weaken.

I nodded, gasping as his hands slid under my nightdress, palms rough and calloused

against my bare back. He lifted the hem, exposing my skin to the night air, and I shivered,

not from cold, but from the intensity of his touch.

With a swift motion, he yanked the nightdress over my head, tossing it aside. My breasts

spilled free, nipples hardening instantly in the breeze. Lev’s gaze darkened, pupils

dilating as he drank me in. “Beautiful,” he murmured, before cupping one breast in his

large hand, thumb circling the peak until I arched into him with a moan. His mouth

followed, latching onto the other nipple, sucking hard. The pull shot straight to my

pussy, a rush of wetness soaking my panties.

I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He released me just long

enough to strip it off, revealing the sculpted torso of a predator, rippling abs, a trail of

dark hair leading down to where his cock strained against his zipper.

My mouth watered at the sight. I traced the lines of his chest with my fingers, then lower,

palming his bulge. He bucked into my hand, a low groan escaping him.

“Need you now,” I breathed, fumbling with his belt. He helped, shoving his pants down

his thighs along with his boxers.

His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum.

It throbbed in the moonlight, a testament to his alpha prowess. I wrapped my hand

around it, stroking from base to tip, feeling it pulse under my grip.

Lev’s head fell back, a guttural sound tearing from his chest as his hips jerked forward.

He wasn’t content to let me lead for long. With a feral glint in his eye, he spun me

around, pressing my back to the balcony’s railing.

The metal was cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the fire building inside

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kicked them off, stepping out of my panties in the same motion, baring myself

completely to him and the night.

Lev dropped to his knees behind me, his breath hot on my ass cheeks as he spread them

wide. “So wet for me already,” he growled, inhaling deeply. His tongue flicked out,

tracing the slick folds of my pussy from entrance to clit. I cried out, gripping the railing as

pleasure jolted through me. He licked again, broader this time, lapping at my juices like

they were the sweetest nectar. His hands kneaded my thighs, holding me open as he

delved deeper, tongue thrusting inside me.

“Lev… oh gods,” I whimpered, my legs trembling. He hummed against me, the vibration

making my clit throb. Then he focused there, sucking my swollen nub between his lips,

flicking it with precise strokes.

Stars burst behind my eyelids, my body coiling tighter with each pass.

One finger joined his tongue, sliding into my heat, curling to hit that spot that made me

see white.

I rocked back against his face, chasing the building ecstasy, my moans echoing into the

darkness.

He added a second finger, stretching me, pumping in rhythm with his sucking mouth. The

pressure mounted, a tidal wave cresting.

“Come for me, Arya,” he commanded, voice muffled but authoritative. The alpha tone

pushed me over the edge. I shattered, pussy clenching around his fingers as waves of bliss crashed through me. Juices flooded his mouth, and he drank them greedily, prolonging my orgasm until I sagged against the railing.

But he wasn’t done. Rising behind me, he gripped my hips, his cock nudging my

entrance. “Ready?” he rasped, though it wasn’t really a question.

I nodded, pushing back eagerly. He thrust in with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I gasped at the fullness, his thickness stretching me deliciously.

“Fuck, I have waited for this,” he groaned.

He paused, letting me adjust, his chest heaving against my back.

Then he moved. Slow at first, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. Each thrust built the rhythm, his balls slapping against my clit with wet smacks.

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