Wolf-less Omega Luna novel Chapter 78

Alana’s POV


I was suddenly regretting why I challenged Axel to a battle of fucking. One round. One round was all he had given me and I was already a withering mess.

Just because I knew how good Axel’s head game was and how he was going to have me vibrating like a car engine, I pleaded with him with my weak eyes to stop. When I felt his cock growing again inside me, I realized that it was already a futile mission.

Axel pulled out his cock from me and gave a satisfied grunt as his hand which was performing magic under me came up to stroke different parts of my body, leaving fluttery feelings all over me.

He pulled me up and turned me to face him, cupped my cheek in one of his thick palms, and kissed me greedily. I could taste myself and him through the kiss.

Before I could catch my breath or even protest after he pulled back, Axel put one arm on the back of my knees and the other rested on the small of my back as he picked me up.

My hands flew to his neck and I locked my fingers over it to keep myself in place.

Silently, Axel made his way back to our room, barely closing the door before shifting me in the air to straddle him. I took that as my cue and came back down and parted his now red and plump lips with my tongue and let it slip in.

After a minute of a hot kiss that had me even more soaked than I already was, Axel gently laid me down close to the edge of the bed so he could kneel over me.

I narrowed my eyes to his hungry and greedy ones as he licked his lower lip and looked at my dripping center. Again, this was supposed to make me feel on top since Axel was kneeling, but there was nothing submissive about him being on the floor. He still towered over me and if anything, wore his submission like a crown.

Axel let his hand slip from under me to my legs and he started tracing my body with his fingertips while caging me with his eyes. Deep black eyes that were flickering back and forth with rings of silver.

My body heated up and I fought the urge to close my eyes and throw my head farther into the bed. I suppressed my moans by sealing my lips shut and letting them swivel in my mouth.

When his fingers reached my knees, I bucked. If I wasn’t lying on the bed, I would’ve collapsed with the amount of pleasure that was quickly building up in my body. My lips fell open with a gasp that turned out to be a moan.

Like that was his cue to do more, Axel’s other hand traced my body to my already erect and painful tits, causing electric sparks to glide over them as he first caressed them, and then slowly squeezed on each of my tight nipples. 

I wasn’t trying to hold back my moans anymore. I arched my back, silently pleading for more as his hand skimmed over to my right tit and rolled the nipple between two of his thick, long, and warm fingers, kneading it.

His hand on my knees resumed its trip and skimmed over my thigh. My body was on fire. His hand crossed past the part of me that begged for him the most and found my stomach instead. What a tease.

“Axel. Please. Stop teasing.” A little more, and there’d be tears in my eyes. I needed him to be on me. In me. To be me.

His fingers eventually found my folds and I adjusted my hips, readying myself for his attention. He parted them with two of his fingers, and I was sure he could feel my heat on him. 

He hummed. “So wet. Just how I like it.”

I didn’t think it was possible to get turned on more than I was right there, but it happened. Maybe it was in my head, but it felt like my legs started to shudder slightly from the agony. It was almost painful but in an incredibly pleasurable way.

He hummed again and dipped his head closer to me probably to get an even better view because his lips did not kiss me. His fingers parted my folds even more and he ran one of his long fingers through my center, from my clit down to the bottom. He did it again, drawing yet another desperate whine from me.

I didn’t realize that my hands were now tugging on the bed covers. He hadn’t even started anything serious yet and I was already a freaking mess.

One of my hands, I can’t remember which, flew up to his hair and I tried to pull him closer to me. To where I needed him. He didn’t yield. His fingers continued tormenting me, but he didn’t go on to finger me.

Axel applied more pressure on my clit and I arched my back more and more against his hand. How could he do so much with just his fingers and he didn’t even enter me with them yet? I was almost coming on his hand and I had to try to pry him away to prevent that.

It has only been seconds. 

“Keep your hands where they are, Alana,” Axel commanded. There was something about the alpha tone that didn’t compel me to do it but I stayed put anyway.

Axel finally dipped one finger into me and goddess, it was heaven. As if that was not enough, a longer finger slipped into me with the first and my whimpers returned. 

“Axel. Please. I…”

“Hold it.”

Fuck. I didn’t think that was possible. It had been freaking seconds! I closed my eyes and slapped a palm over my mouth to hold myself like Axel had asked.

Even in my haze, I could hear the satisfaction in his low grunts for me doing just what he wanted with me. I couldn’t tell if the feeling of being a good girl or that of coming on Axel’s hand was what I wanted more.

He started thrusting in and out, violently, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

My eyes shot open and rolled to the back of my head. All I could see were indescribable spots.

“I c… I can’t!”

As the thrusts became faster and more intense, the pressure on my clit doubled. I was bucking back and forth, trying to milk out whatever pleasure I could from him, and trying so desperately not to come as Axel had instructed.

A tear rolled down the corner of my eye from the…madness I was experiencing and I couldn’t tell if he noticed, but Axel finally relieved me.

“Now, come on my hand like a good little girl.”

Before the sentence could fully reach my brain, I crumbled on Axel’s hand, shaking, and not trying to muffle the scream that violently tore through me.

Axel gave me a few more thrusts before he pulled out and came down to kiss the insides of both my thighs.

“Good girl.”

My eyes finally opened and met his, staring contentedly at me, or so I thought.

“Orgasm two down, only ten more to go,” he said with a devilish grin dancing on his lips.

“What?” My eyes widened by a fraction.

“A dozen orgasms for you tonight, my queen. Two down, ten more to go,” he repeated.

“There’s no way I can handle that, Axel,” I said with snapped brows. 

“Surely you can handle six then?”

“Surely, I will pass out.”

“Let’s see now, shall we?” Goddess. I didn’t think I’d ever pray for help when it came to fucking, but I did. Help me, goddess, help me.