Luna Forsaken (Arya and James) novel Chapter 243

243 Fangs of Surrender

Arya’s POVO

I opened my eyes, the weight of his words still pressing against my chest like a physical force. Lev’s golden gaze held mine, unyielding, as if he could see straight through the walls I’d built around my heart. The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of pine from the open window, mingling with the musk of our shared heat. His arms encircled me, strong and unshakeable, pulling me closer until my body molded against his solid frame. I could feel the steady thrum of his pulse beneath my palm, a reminder that this alpha, fierce, commanding man, chose to hold me like I was fragile glass and

unbreakable steel all at once.

Before I could form a response, his mouth crashed down on mine. Not gentle, not tentative. Dominant. His lips claimed me with a hunger that stole my breath, his tongue thrusting past my parted lips to tangle with mine in a fierce duel. I gasped into the kiss, my hands fisting in his shirt as heat surged through me, pooling low in my belly. Lev growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. His fingers dug into my hips, yanking me flush against him so I could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against my thigh.

“Mine,” he murmured against my mouth, the word a possessive rumble that ignited every nerve in my body. He didn’t wait for permission, alphas like Lev never did. His hands roamed upward, gripping the hem of my shirt and ripping it over my head in one swift motion. Cool air kissed my exposed skin, but his touch burned hotter, palms sliding up my sides to cup my breasts. His thumbs circled my nipples, teasing them into tight peaks before pinching hard enough to make me arch and cry out.

Pleasure-pain shot straight to my core, my pussy clenching with need. I was already wet, aching for him, but Lev took his time, savoring my reactions like a predator toying with prey. He lowered his head, capturing one nipple between his teeth and tugging sharply. I moaned, my fingers threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer even as the bite bordered on too much. He sucked hard, his tongue

lashing the sensitive bud, then switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same rough attention. My legs trembled, threatening to give out, but he held me upright, his dominance a cage I willingly

stepped into.

“Lev,” I whispered, my voice husky with desperation. He released my nipple with a wet pop, his eyes

gleaming with feral intent as he straightened. Without a word, he spun me around, pressing my back

to his chest. His erection ground against my ass, thick and unyielding through our clothes, while his hands worked the button of my pants. They slid down my legs in a rush, taking my underwear with them, leaving me bare and exposed. The vulnerability hit me hard, but so did the thrill, knowing this alpha wanted me, all of me, scars and fury included.

He kicked my discarded clothes aside, then shoved his own pants down, freeing his cock. I felt it slap against my ass, hot and heavy, the tip already leaking pre-cum that smeared across my skin. One hand wrapped around my waist, fingers splaying over my stomach, while the other dipped between my

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thighs. His touch was rough, parting my folds to find my slick entrance. Two fingers plunged inside me without warning, stretching me, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids

“So fucking wet for me,” he growled into my ear, his breath hot and ragged. He pumped his fingers deep, thumb grinding against my clit in firm circles. I bucked against his hand, moans spilling from my lips as he fucked me with them, adding a third to fill me more completely. The wet sounds of my arousal filled the room, obscene and intoxicating. My walls clenched around him, chasing the building pressure, but he controlled the pace, slowing when I got too close, drawing out my torment.

“Please,” I begged, hating how needy I sounded but unable to stop. Lev’s chuckle was dark, triumphant. He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving me empty and whining. I heard him lick them clean behind me, the low hum of approval vibrating through his chest. Then, his hands gripped my hips, bending me forward over the edge of the bed. My breasts pressed into the cool sheets, ass raised high, pussy exposed to the night air. Vulnerable. His.

The head of his cock nudged my entrance, teasing, sliding through my wetness but not entering. I pushed back, desperate to feel him, but he held me still with bruising force. “Not yet,” he commanded, voice laced with alpha authority that made my body obey even as my mind rebelled. His palm cracked against my ass, the sting blooming into heat that made me gasp. Another smack, harder, and I cried out, the pain twisting into pleasure that dripped down my thighs.

He spanked me again, alternating cheeks, each strike pushing me closer to the edge without mercy. My skin burned, marked by his hand, and I loved it, the proof of his claim. Finally, he gripped my hips tighter, the tip of his cock pressing against me. In one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching my pussy around his thick length. I screamed, the fullness overwhelming, his girth splitting me open in the best way. He didn’t give me time to adjust, pulling back only to slam in again, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked the bed.

Take it,” he snarled, one hand fisting in my hair to yank my head back, arching my spine. The angle let him hit deeper, his cock dragging against my inner walls with every plunge. I clawed at the sheets, moans turning to sobs of ecstasy as he fucked me hard, relentless. His balls slapped against my clit with each thrust, the friction building that coil tighter and tighter. Sweat slicked our skin, the room filled with the slap of flesh on flesh, my cries, his grunts.

Lev leaned over me, his chest covering my back, teeth grazing my shoulder. “You’re mine, Arya Every scream, every shiver, mine.” He bit down, not breaking skin yet, but hard enough to mark. The possessiveness sent me spiraling, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I shattered around him, pussy pulsing, milking his cock as pleasure ripped through me. He didn’t stop, pounding through my climax, prolonging it until I was a trembling mess.

But he wasn’t done. With a roar, he pulled out, flipping me onto my back like I weighed nothing. My legs fell open instinctively, and he settled between them, eyes locked on mine as he thrust back in. Face to face now, the intimacy intensified. His golden gaze bored into me, seeing everything, my

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vulnerability, my fire. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half, and drove deeper. hitting spots that made me see white.

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