Pursuing My Rejected Luna by Cara Anderson novel Chapter 275

Ch.45

Noah

My wolf does not agree with my dick when it comes to Piper. The closer I get to her, the more he goes quiet. Not the good quiet, not the contented kind. This is the silent treatment, deliberately choosing not to communicate with me because he doesn’t respect my choices.

I pull her into my arms anyway. She’s warm and soft and it’s been entirely too long since I held a woman this way. Her hands find my shirt buttons with the same unhurried patience she brings to everything, and I let her, and when her palms press flat against my chest something in me settles into the moment by force of will.

“Hey,” she says quietly. “You still with me?”

“I’m here,” I assure her. And I make it true.

I am here because I refuse to be anywhere else. I pull her in and kiss her the way I mean to kiss her-nothing held back, no hedging–and she makes a sound against my mouth that tells me she’s been waiting for this. That hits me right in the chest. She matters to me. This matters.

We end up on the couch because both of us are beyond practical concerns like finding a bed. I don’t give a damn, and apparently neither does she. Her fingers dig into my shoulders when I finally get my hands on her properly, brushing my thumbs over her pretty, pink nipples, so tight and hard for me. And the sound she makes, my name on her lips in that husky tone, like she can’t quite help it does something to the tension I’ve been carrying for months.

I take my time with her. She deserves that. She more than deserves it.

I slip two fingers inside her and she arches up into me when I find what she needs, gasping my name again, and I stay right there, watching her face come apart with the specific satisfaction of a man who has been paying attention. When she pulls me up and over her, looking up at me with those steady eyes, I hold her gaze and choose to be completely, entirely present.

“Good?” I say against her jaw.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes. “Please don’t stop.”

I don’t stop, notching myself at her entrance and pushing into her inch by inch, groaning at the tight heat of her squeezing me as I stretch her. Setting an unhurried but steady pace, I make love to her until we’re both falling together, her orgasm milking me of mine.

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