The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 409

Avery’s POV

I could only stand there and stare, stupidly, as Gideon sucked the poison from my thumb. His tongue lapped over my finger, arm tightened around my waist, every touch making the heat in my body turn up to such a degree that it felt like my blood was boiling.

His eyes never left mine. Or maybe mine never left his. I couldn’t tell. But I knew that I didn’t want to look away, even for a moment.

Finally, slowly, he withdrew my finger from his mouth, turned his head to the side, and spat onto the ground.

“You called my name,” he said.

Some of the fog began to ebb away from my mind. “How did you…”

“The mate bond. You seem to forget it’s there sometimes, but I never do.” His hand brushed over the mark on my neck, which was hardly even a scar now, although it still made me shiver. “I was getting ready to leave when I heard it. Your voice. So I came.”

I didn’t remember that. But it didn’t matter now. He’d come when I needed him to, again, and I appreciate that.

And I knew, as the aphrodisiac’s effects began to fade, leaving me regretful and tired, that I should step back and thank him for his help and send him away.

But I didn’t do any of that.

Gideon grabbed my thigh, digging his fingers deep into the flesh, and hooked it up around his hips, hitching me up against the table. The table bumped and I heard something else hit the floor with the movement. Glass, this time, by the sound of it. I didn’t open my eyes.

He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along my breasts then, one hand coming up to tug down the fabric of my bra just enough to expose my nipple. I gasped as he drew the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucked. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I ground my hips against his, feeling the hard, thick member already throbbing for me there.

A decade had passed since I’d last felt him like this. Too long.

In that moment, I wanted, more than anything, to feel it again. To fall back into our old habits. To feel the sensations of being held and fucked by a man, this man and no other, regardless of what had happened between us in the past.

For a moment, just a moment, I only wanted to repeat that very first night we’d met in the woods. The full moon shining overhead but hidden behind the dense canopy of trees. Only the mate bond to guide us through the darkness, making our bodies do what they were made to do before we even saw each other’s faces.