Pursuing My Rejected Luna by Cara Anderson novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213

Nicolai

Skye is sleeping fitfully in my arms, signaling another wave is building and she’ll be awake and needy soon. Jaxon went to run her a bath, I can hear him rifling through cabinets, looking for her favorite products. But for now, the room is quiet and I’m alone with my thoughts.

Maybe it’s because she’s in heat. Or maybe the circumstances don’t matter at all. Either way, sharing Skye is easier than I thought it would be. Watching her fall apart is my favorite pastime. As it turns out, I don’t have to be the one making her shatter to enjoy the show.

But watching Jaxon mark her as his is another matter entirely.

I chose this. That’s the thing that’s keeping me anchored. The thing I keep returning to when the heat strips everything else away and what’s left is raw and demanding and not interested in my personal thoughts on this

arrangement.

I chose her before the bond told me to. I’m choosing this now, I remind myself. Including the part where another man’s mark sits on my mate’s shoulder alongside mine. Including the part where that man is very much present in this room and is not leaving and I’m not asking him to.

I chose this.

But it doesn’t change the fact that watching Jaxon mark her was the hardest thing I’ve done in this entire process. Because the moment he did, it took something from me I didn’t realize I’d have to give.

Probably should have known, should have done my research and known exactly what I was getting into. But I didn’t. Not that it would have changed anything. For her, I would give any part of myself she needs me to.

So I watched his hands on her face. Watched his expression as he leaned in to bite her-the man who refused to give her this three years ago now giving it with everything he had. Choosing it. Meaning it.

I watched as his teeth sank into her flesh. And that’s when things got more complicated than I ever expected. Because now Skye isn’t the only one in my head. He’s there too. And I realized with startling clarity that I will never have a moment’s privacy from Jaxon Vale ever again.

Then again, he’ll never be rid of me either. So I guess that makes us even.

“I can feel you out there brooding.” Jaxon’s voice carries from the bathroom, amusement in his tone. As if I needed his commentary to prove my point.

Skye squirms in my arms, cutting off my retort. She’s fully awake now and I can feel her desire coursing through the bond. It has me instantly hard and ready for her.

“Look at me,” It’s not quite a bark, but enough of my Alpha to help her focus.

She turns her head toward my voice.mHer eyes have that dreamy quality they get during heat a little dazed but completely open, her ability to manage her emotions or hide her feelings completely absent. She looks at me like I’m the only thing in the room, and even though I know that isn’t entirely true tonight, I also know that the way she looks at me has never been diminished by anything she feels for anyone else.

“Tell me what you want,” I direct. “Use your words, Moonbeam.”

“You,” she digs her fingers into my chest in illustration. “I want you. Nicolai, please”

I give her what she’s asking for. Shoving my aching cock inside her silky heat in one brutal thrust. I’m not gentle

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about it-she doesn’t want gentle. I know her well enough to know the difference between what she needs and

hat she thinks she should want. I know her sounds. Know the one she makes when I do something right and this is definitely right

“Yes!” She screams, her hips rocking up to meet mine

I can feel her relief, her euphoria, reverberate through the bond and I have to grit my teeth not to come too soon. The fact there are three of us now only enhances the sensation.

Speaking of Jaxon, he chooses that moment to peek his head into the room. “I thought we agreed to insist on a bath before any more of… that.” He nods toward us pointedly.

“Plans change.” I grunt in reply.

“There,” Skye moans breathlessly, oblivious to our conversation. “Nicolai, there—”

“I know,” I say, low against her ear. “I know exactly.”

“Don’t stop-”

“I won’t.” I promise.

I couldn’t if I tried. Being inside Skye is the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever felt. Her cunt grips me so tight, holding me like she never wants me to leave. And I don’t either. I’d live inside her perfect pussy if I could.

I pound into her in three more powerful strokes before I feel her walls start to quiver around me.

“That’s it, love. Come for me. Come on my cock.” I purr.

“Oh! Oh ye-Nico!” My name is drawn out on a keening cry as she milks me dry.

“Skye! Fuck!” I groan as I paint her womb with my seed, a secret part of me hoping it takes root there even though we haven’t talked about it yet.

“Damn it!” Jaxon curses from the other room, probably having joined us in orgasm. “I’m never going to get used to that.”

I chuckle at his predicament, not-so-secretly pleased at his ordeal. Skye melts against me, her own laughter on her lips. And it’s the most beautiful sound.

“Come on, gorgeous,” I summon all the strength I can find to lift her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom without us both ending up in a heap on the floor. “Your other mate has a bath waiting for you and I can feel his patience waning.”

It’s a good thing my tub is big enough for three.

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