Pursuing My Rejected Luna by Cara Anderson novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106

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“I’m so hot! Why am I so hot?” I mutter as I kick away the sheets that have tangled around my legs during sleep.

A bead of sweat trickles between my breasts and I swipe at it angrily, taking its existence as a personal affront Then I hold the damp strands of my long chocolate locks off my neck, hoping for a breeze to cool me off. There is no breeze.

I sit there a moment longer, trying to find the energy to get out of bed to check the thermostat. The cleaning staff must have accidentally bumped it, unwittingly turning my room into a roaring furnace. But before I can muster the will, a searing pain tears through my abdomen.

“Fuck!” I groan, clutching at my belly.

Panic courses through me, fear for my baby consuming me. But almost as suddenly as the pain arrived, sheer, raw arousal takes it place. A needy moan escapes me as my core clenches around nothing. And then it hits me.

I know what this is, a hormone spike. The doctor told me this could happen, especially without access to my mate during pregnancy. My body’s way of seeking assurance that I have the support I need, or seeking it out if I don’t.

I’d ignorantly hoped she was wrong. Now here I am, wondering how the hell I’m going to fill the emptiness in my aching core. Another desparate sound slips free, louder than the last, and I know I have to do something to ease this spike soon, before I wake the whole estate. Because that would be mortifying.

You’re the only woman I want under my roof. Nicolai’s words come back to me, the memory of his deep, gravelly voice sending a firsson of pleasure down my spine. I slip my hand under my shirt and pluck at one peaked nipple as I picture the way he looked at me, the heat in his eyes when he said it, like I was everything. I bite my bottom lip to hold the groan as my pussy contracts even harder.

It’s fine. Everything’s fine. I can get through this on my own. And I won’t even feel guilty thinking of Nicolai as I pleasure myself with my own hand. Not much anyway.

I reach between my legs and run a finger through my dripping slit. I’m so wet, I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before, not even with Jaxon. And despite his other failures, he certainly knew how to play my body perfectly. He is my fated mate, after all.

Unable to wait any longer, I slip two fingers inside myself and start to pump furiously. The palm of my hand presses against my swollen clit with every stroke but it’s not enough. I rock my hips, chasing the orgasm that’s just out of reach, and let out a frustrated sob.

“Nicolai,” I whimper his name as I imagine it’s him touching me, his fingers bringing me pleasure.

I’m close again when a knock on my door startles me and I yelp….

“Skye, it’s me! Are you okay?” Nicolai sounds concerned, almost frantic. “I’m coming in!”

“No! I’m fine!” I protest, but it’s too late.

Nicolai freezes in the doorway, taking in the sight of me spread wide before him, fingers still pumping inside me because I can’t stop without the pain taking over. His t-shirt stretches tightly over his muscles every time his chest heaves and his nostrils flare as he breathes in the scent of my arousal filling the room. He swallows hard and I can see his throat working with the effort of bringing himself under control, but he manages, barely.

“Skye,” he growls my name as he stalks toward me, “I heard you crying my name. Do you need me, baby?”

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“See what you do to me?” He whispers in my ear, his warm, whisky-scneted breath making me shiver. “But tonight is about you, not me. Now come for me, baby.”

He presses hard on my clit as he growls the command and my body obeys immediately. I scream his name over and over as I come harder than I can remember. He draws out my pleasure, working me through it, until I finally collapse into the pillows.

“Such a good girl for me.” He says quietly, placing a lingering kiss on my temple as my eyelids drrop. “Now rest.”

I’m so spent, it doesn’t take long for sleep to claim me. Especially with Nicolai’s warmth surrounding me. But as I lay caught in that space between consciousness and sleep, one thought circles through my mind.

Now that I know what it’s like to feel Nicolai’s touch…

How will I ever live without it? 1

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