Wolf-less Omega Luna

CHAPTER 32: HEAT IN THE BATH

Axel’s POV

Goddess, what I was about to do to her.

She seemed innocent outside this room. I was the only one who got to see her this way. This version of Alana. The thought alone almost had me coming in my pants.

My little innocent mate was also a dirty little devil and she had me in a chokehold.

I lifted her naked body onto mine, my hands firmly holding her hips in place with my left hand because if she started her little play again, I was going to explode without getting inside her.

My head dipped to her perfect perky breasts and I latched onto one of them, wrapping my free hand around the other that had already tensed up in response. I squeezed the mound and twirled her pink nipple between two fingers while sucking on the other as though my life depended on it. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

As soon as my head went back up, Alana crashed her lips into mine, not surprising me because she was the definition of a hot mess today. All but needy and ready to take what was and was not given to her.

I explored her mouth with my tongue, her lips tasting like apples grown on the moon.

Backing up a few steps, my back collided with the mahogany table, sending its contents shaking and some falling to the floor with a thud.

Her hands pulled my hair at the base, arching my head to deepen the kiss. She tried to rock her hips on my cock again, but I held her in position.

“Not so fast, little Princess,”

I strode quickly to the bathroom and turned on the shower as soon as my hand found the push button, sending a rain of ice-cold water down on us.

Alana shivered and goosebumps grew on her skin.

At least if my bomb detonated here, it wouldn’t be as embarrassing as it should be.

“Let me get on my knees,” she said as her hands snaked behind her to grab my throbbing cock underneath her ass, holding it and stroking firmly, paying more attention to the cap.

I was going to lose control if she didn’t stop.

I let her go and she dropped to her knees, eyes widening slightly as she took in my size. She’d

taken it before, never in her mouth but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle.

Her soft hand cupped my already tight balls and the other one wrapped around the base firmly. She stroked and smiled up at me before running her warm tongue from the base to the top. “You tease me, Alana,” I growled out.

Pre-come spilled as I grunted and threw my head back in the shower, one hand palming the wall to support my weight, the other softly grabbing the most beautiful hair I’d ever seen.

She opened wide and took me in. First, she focused on just the top, flicking her tongue over it, softly sucking, licking and moaning. Then she went farther in, as much as she could, muffling a gag that made my body stiffen and my hard cock pulsate in her mouth.

Alana’s head would bob back and forth for a few seconds, she would swirl her tongue around my circumference before playing a trick with the tip. Repeat and repeat and I lost control.

“Alana.” I roared and tightened my grip on her hair.

Grunting and emptying the first round of seed in my sac, I pulled her up and took her lips, giving her ass a firm smack in approval.

“My turn, baby.”

I swiveled her to plant her back on the now warm tiled wall, got on my knees, and took in her beautiful face smeared with my juices. I lifted one of her legs, balanced it on my right shoulder and she supported her weight with her left hand on my free shoulder.

“My Queen.” And indeed she was.

With her smooth opening centered on my face, my cock returned to full force under her. My hand grabbed her ass into position, the other parting the way to her folds, allowing drops of water to roll through.

I massaged her clit between my fingers, enjoying the pleasant sound of her voice squirming in pleasure before my tongue replaced the soft spot.

“Axel!!” Her fingers dug into my shoulder blade, drawing blood from it, and only fueling my drive.

She smelt like apples. Her arousal scented even more divine. Her taste? It was like the golden apples of the Hesperides. I couldn’t get enough of it and I never wanted to stop.

My tongue worked up and down her folds, concentrating on her most sensitive spots before inserting one finger into her.

Alana’s body started to vibrate, threatening to cut the fun short.

“No baby, not yet. I’ll tell you when to come.”

Her narrowed eyes met mine, pleading. I chuckled, loving the way I made her feel.

I only teased her a little before redisplaying my talents in making her feel good. Her honey flowed endlessly from her pot and I greedily took as much as I could, including the ones that threatened to spill.

Slurping. Licking. Flicking. Kissing. Nibbling.

“Axel! Please. I can’t…”

“Now, come for your Alpha, Alana,” I commanded.

And she did, like a good, bad girl.

My hands held her firm as her body convulsed with the built orgasm and she released herself on my face.

Steading her, I rose to my feet with my face most likely glistening from my ride to the sun and back and I engaged her in a soft, passionate kiss.

I spent my time cleaning her properly, washing her hair, behind her ears, between her folds, and down to her feet before I let her do the same for me.

I spooned her in my arms, planting kisses all over her as I couldn't get myself to stop before finally taking her out of the bathroom with a towel sprawled over her.

“You are so beautiful, Alana.” Her body shone in the dimly lit room and even in the dark, her beauty would still stand out.

As I cleaned her dry, I marked patches of her skin with kisses, claiming every part of her with hickeys to show for it.

When I got up to her neck, my fangs tried to itch their way out and claim her fully.

I closed my eyes and focused my mind to shut out the thought. The matter required a conversation before I could think about marking Alana for life.

I was ready like yesterday, but I wanted Alana to be on the same page with me before we moved to the next step.

I promised to take things slow, and even if my brute wanted the exact opposite, I was going to do just that.

Alana already filled a large part of my head and my heart, and I wasn’t going to let her go.

“You mean a lot to me,” I confessed to her. Not minding if she felt it as deeply as I did. I knew what this was and I wanted her to know it.

She nodded and smiled.

She took another towel and patted me dry just as I did her, with her violet eyes on me all through as though she was conveying a message to me with her eyes.

I dipped my head to her, planting a soft kiss on her lips and tracing the curve of her body with my fingers.

“What is that smell, Alana? Are you ready for round two?” I asked as her immaculate aroma filled the space around us and replaced the air I breathed.

“Maybe,” she chuckled.

I grunted in approval. “The things you do to me, Alana.”

“Why don’t you show me what you can do to me.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “You wound me, Alana. I thought I just did.”

“I think you can do more.”

I was ready to. More than ready in fact.

“Gladly.”

My cock sprang to life again and Alana’s hand barely even touched it.

I took her in another passionate kiss before lifting her to the bed.

I must have screamed at one point, but the most part of the night was filled with Alana screaming my name and begging for more that I was more than happy to give.

We slept naked, fully sated, and closer than we’d been the previous day.

Again, I stand on the fact that this was the best day of my goddamn life.