The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431

“No.”

“Good.” His member sat heavily in my palm, warm and thick and just as familiar as it had been ten years ago, that night when we met in the forest and didn’t even see each other’s faces in the shadows. It filled me just the same as it had back then, swift and deliberate and oh so delicious.

Gideon groaned low in his throat, head falling back against the back of the sofa as I sat all the way down on him. I bit my lip and shut my eyes, feeling the stretch of my inner walls around his cock. His fingers slipped up beneath my skirts and dug almost painfully into the soft flesh of my hips, making a little whimper come out of me.

Deep down, a small voice in the back of my head told me to stop-that this was wrong, too hasty, that I would regret it all in the morning, once the full moon had been replaced by the sun and all of my bad decisions would become illuminated.

But right now, rocking my hips back and forth across Gideon’s lap, with only the moon to light our way, I didn’t care.

Tomorrow, the regret could come.

For now, I needed him. My mate. The man I’d secretly been yearning after for ten years on nights just like this, when my wolf howled and no one else could satisfy me in the way he could.

“Avery-” He said my name again, but I cut it off with an open-mouthed kiss that had us both groaning in tandem. He understood-no talking. Talking would only make things worse, less manageable.

Gideon’s hands came up to the neckline of my dress. His fingers brushed my cleavage almost tentatively, but when he tugged on the fabric, it stayed put.

I didn’t think. I reached up and grabbed at the fabric and yanked. Hard. It came off, seams popping. My breasts spilled out into Gideon’s hands like they’d been yearning for his touch. I felt him cup my breasts, thumbs flicking across my nipples.

My movements grew more eager, more erratic, and I tangled my fingers in his hair and drew his face against my breast. His tongue darted out. Lapped at the peaked nipple. I gasped, throwing my head back as his mouth moved up to my collar bone, nipping lightly at the skin as he went, just enough to make me hiss through my teeth but not enough to pierce the flesh.

When his mouth reached my old mating mark, he shifted then, pressing me down into the couch cushions. I went easily, pulling my legs back for deeper access. My skirts nearly drowned me, and the different angle sent us both spiraling, and he groaned deeper, lower, head ducking as each powerful thrust drove me against the pillows.

His teeth locked onto my neck again, right where the mating mark still resided. He didn’t bite down, but the touch sent a shudder running through me. A wave of pleasure followed soon after, like his tongue flicking over the old scar was enough to send me over to the edge.

Gideon noticed, of course. With his mouth still on me, he reached down between my legs, fingers finding my clit with precision.

“Come for me,” he whispered, voice hollowed by my throat. “Ten years, and all I wanted the whole time was to feel your pussy tightening around me as you come.”

I let out a small sound that was half pleasure, half distress at the tightening sensation in my groin. Gideon’s fingers expertly swirled around my clit, each stroke of his cock slamming deeper and deeper until I felt like I might burst with the equal pressine of my muscles contracting and his member swelling.

The peak came hard and quick, and I dug my nails into his back, not caring if I pierced right through the fabric of his shirt My back arched away from the couch, and Gideon wrapped his free arm beneath me, pulling my hips further up from the cushions to get deeper still. Then, he stopped, and just let me feel the pressure and the twitch of his cock as he struggled to hold back his own peak.

Wave after wave of exquisite ecstasy washed over me. My eyes rolled back, body shuddered. I think I made some sounds that never should have come from a human throat, sounds that I was certain the whole house could hear, but in those moments, I didn’t care.

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Then, with a final, guttural growl and a thrust that was equal parts pain and pleasure, Gideon let go and followed me over the edge.

I felt the spill of his seed within me, warm and thick and so filling. He gasped, hands pressing into the couch arm above my head, his own head dropping toward his chest as we both heaved together.

Our movements slowed, then stilled completely.

Silence followed. The air was punctuated with the scent of sweat and the distant sound of music and laughter.

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