The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

He was so strong, I had no doubt he could break me if he tried. Still, my body betrayed me and I wiggled closer into his warm, muscled body. It felt so good on my tired muscles.

“You underestimate how many times I’ve been punished by tyrants pettier and more mean spirited than you.” I whispered hoarsely, tired of fighting. “Do your worst.”

I tipped my head back, showing him my throat. My fingers rested around his biceps. They felt like iron.

The sound Gideon made was downright predatory. His hand snaked across iny shoulder and gently wrapped around my throat. He ground his hips against mine, trapping me effectively as he bent his head to my neck.

I felt his breath behind my ear, heard him inhale sharply as he breathed me in. His fingers tightened oh-so-slightly against my throat. I hummed at the pressure, at the way it made fire ignite in my core.

Gideon groaned, his lips brushed against my earlobe.

“You don’t want to see me at my worst.” I heard him say, throaty and rough in my ear. Suddenly he nipped at my ear and I yelped in surprise. His hand slid from my throat to clap over my mouth.

I stared at the ceiling past his shoulders as his teeth grazed down my neck. Muffled by his hand, the sounds I made were obscene. I could feel when his fangs extended, pricking into my skin as his mouth hovered over my hidden mark.

Oh goddess. I breathed. Something in my pulsed, wanting him so badly to plunge those fangs into my neck and mark me.

I arched into him, tugging him closer. His other arm slid around my waist and lifted me, shoving one knee between my legs. His muscled thigh pushed against my sore muscles and I could feel the heat of him radiating against me.

I moaned loudly.

“Hush…” Gideon snarled. His hand slid from my mouth along my cheekbone, cupping my jaw gently. His fangs retreated as his mouth moved to hover over mine.

His fingers slid through my hair, curling into a fist at the back of my head. I tried to be quiet, but his lips were right there. Mine parted. I wanted to taste him so badly.

Sharply he yanked on my hair and tipped my head further back. His gaze met mine as I panted at the pressure of his pull on my scalp and let out a startled yip.

His stare was heated and smoldering. His thigh moved between my legs and rubbed against me through my work pants teasingly.

I squeaked helplessly, pinned between his body and the wall. Between pleasure and pain.

“Seems like you’re not just scared, are you?” the corner of his lips twitched up in a smirk as he looked me up and down.

Then, fast as a snake, he released me.

I dropped to my knees on the carpet, feeling the blood rush back into my scalp where he’d held my hair so tightly. I let out a pathetic noise as he retreated down the hall and down the stairs.

Then he was gone.

Slowly, I pulled myself up the wall and staggered down the hall to my room, cursing him ten ways to hell and back.

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