Pursuing My Rejected Luna by Cara Anderson novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Nicolai

Skye pulls me even closer. Which is difficult with her pregnant belly between us, but she’s determined. And what she wants, I’m determined to give her.

What I thought was her seeking comfort a moment ago is becoming something more urgent now. Her hands grip my collar, holding me in place as my mouth finds her throat, feeling her pulse against my lips.

The day’s ugliness is still on her-the inquiry, the photographs, Jaxon’s face when she walked away-and this is how she’s processing it. Not running from it. Running toward something real. And I’m more than happy to give her what she needs.

Already I can tell this is so much more than the last time I touched her intimately. That was her bjology making demands of her body she had no choice but to meet. This is her choosing, her wanting me. And my hands know her better now. Know what she responds to, what she needs, what she’s asking for without words.

My cock throbs as she rubs her lush body against me, like she can’t stand any space between us. She reaches for me before I can stop her and a deep moan spills out when she squeezes my rock hard length through my pants. But as good as it feels to have her hand on me, I quickly remove it then chuckle at Skye’s adorable pout.

I know if I let her touch me, I won’t be able to stop. And I’ve repeatedly refused to take that step with her until she’s completely sure she wants to be with me forever. Because I know once I have her, I’ll never be able to let her go. It’s a hard line to hold.

Especially when she repeatedly tries to move the line. And she is persistent, frustrated, eloquent in her argument without using any words at all. I hold it anyway.

“When we do that,” I say against her skin, “it will be when you’re fully yourself again. Not seven months pregnant and still shaking from someone else’s attack on you.”

“I’m not shaking.” She argues.

“You were an hour ago.” I retort, while leaving nipping kisses along her jaw, neck and shoulder.

“Insufferable man.” She grumbles adorably

“Always.” I agree. “But I’m your insufferable man. Always.”

She makes a sound that is equal parts frustration and wanting, which I find entirely too satisfying. And it makes me even more determined to take care of her.

She makes the cutest squeaking sound when I suddenly scoop her up and lift her onto the couch, propping some pillows behind her to make sure she’s comfortable. My hands glide up her thighs slowly, my eyes never leaving hers as I lift her skirt over hips to expose her lacy panties. She knows she can stop me any time. She doesn’t.

Skye lifts her hips for me when my fingers slip beneath the waistband of her panties and start to tug them down. Only when I’ve tossed them aside and pressed gently to urge her thighs apart do I break our gaze. My eyes drop to her pussy, anxious to get my first look at what I know in my heart belongs to me, and my lungs still in my chest.

“Fuck, moonbeam,” I grunt. “Your fucking perfect, so pink and dripping for me. I have to know if all that sweet slick tastes as good as you smell. Please let me taste you.”

I’m not above begging if I have to. Skye is intoxicating and I’m desperate for her. But she doesn’t make me beg. Instead, she reaches for me, threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my face down until it’s where we both want it to be.

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“Nico, yes!” She cries, arching into me when I lick her from opening to clit.

e sound of my name on her lips only spurs me on. I lick and nip and suck her until she’s a writhing mess beneath me. And just when I feel her thighs shaking and I know she’s close, I back off, leaving love bites on her creamy thighs instead.

“Ugh! Nico, please!” She groans, tugging at my hair to pull me back where she wants me.

I chuckle darkly at her attempt to move me. “Not yet, baby. I’m enjoying my meal. You’re too fucking delicious for me to finish you so soon.”

Slipping my hands under her luscious ass, I lift her hips to my mouth so I can spear her tight hole with my tongue. Her pussy gushes as I stroke my tongue over her sensitive patch of nerves and I can’t get enough, Between her taste and the sexy little sounds she makes as I eat her, I’m so hard I could burst. But that’s a problem for later.

Over and over again I take her to the edge, only to let her orgasm fade away, until she’s a squirming, begging mess beneath me. And finally, when I know her release has built so high she’ll fly over the edge, I let her.

“Come for me, moonbeam1” I order. “I want you to flood my mouth with your cum.”

“N-, N-, NIco!” She screams when I suck her clit hard.

I don’t stop until she’s completely wrung out and warm and finally, fully relaxed and sated. Then I crawl up her body and slide in next to her, maneuvered with some graceless cooperation that makes her laugh, which is its own kind of medicine.

She rests her head on my chest and my hand moves slowly through her hair. Her breathing is evening out toward sleep and I know it won’t be long before she drops off. Maybe then, I’ll find my own release, but for now, this is perfection.

“Nicolai.” Her soft voice breaks the quiet unexpectedly.

“Mm.” I mumble into her hair.

I love her. She loves me. We have a baby coming in two months who will need both of us in ways neither of us has fully reckoned with yet. We have an estate to run and an empire that doesn’t pause for personal complications and a pack that is still deciding what to make of the woman who has quietly become indispensable to its operations. And then there’s Jaxon.

It’s complicated. It’s imperfect. My father would have had opinions about all of it. About bringing a pregnant woman carrying another Alpha’s child into Woolf territory. About the custody arrangements and the political implications and the message it sends about the family’s priorities.

My father isn’t here. I am. And for the first time in my adult life, I don’t want to be anywhere else.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I reach for it carefully, not disturbing Skye. A number I recognize-the personal cell Jaxon Vale gave me weeks ago when we exchanged contact information in case of emergency.

I should not have come today. I know that. I’m sorry.

I read it twice. Then I set the phone face-down on the nightstand. Tomorrow. I’ll decide what to do with that

tomorrow.

Think about what an apology from Jaxon Vale means in practical terms. What response, if any, serves Skye and Benji rather than just serving my own satisfaction. Whether the man is capable of meaning what he says enough for it to matter.

Tomorrow. Tonight, Skye is asleep on my chest. She loves me.

And I have everything I need.

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