Filed to story: Tangled in Moonlight Unshifted Novel by Lenaleia
“You did great,” Lucas says, rubbing a hand over my back. Lisa’s not in the cabinKellan whisked her away, and I’m not asking questions. I’m sure I’ll hear the details later.
For now, Lucas and I are alone.
Well, almost.
I forgot how it feels to be with a pack, Selene says, sounding almost blissful as she wiggles her husky body between us, shoving at Lucas’ arm until he pets her instead of me.
His eyes flicker. “Did she just say something? I think I almost heard it.
“She did. Said she forgot how it feels to be a part of a pack
That bit of light in his eyes goes dark. “Oh. I sec.”
My heart hurts as his face shuts down. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” Lucas pinches my car in a way that should be playful, but feels to me as if he’s just masking his pain. “I’m proud of you.
“Is it hard?” I ask, as Selene wiggles even harder, wedging herself more firmly between us as we sit on the couch. “Not feeling the pack? Can you tell it’s missing? I’ve never felt a pack before.”
“There’s an emptiness. Like a hole that can’t be filled. Lucas rubs Selene’s ear tips, and my dog wolf lets out an enormous, pleased sigh over the affection. “I know what it should feel like, but I can’t remember having it
We should call Sister Miriam, Selene opines, licking his hand. She has a theory on his memory,
Damn. I hadn’t even thought of asking while she was here-
We were focused on you, Luna.
Hearing the title from my own wolf makes my skin crin cringe.
“Lucas, do you mind if we consult with Sister Miriam? Selene says she might have some ideas on restoring your memories.”
His hand pauses in its gentle fluffing of Selene’s cars, his gold fine”
gaze intense on mine. That’s
But he sounds oddly unenthused at the idea of regaining his memories.
“What’s wrong?
“Nothing’s wrong, Lucas says, his voice low and husky. Before I can press further, he grabs my waist and pulls me over Selene, settling me onto his lap.
The sudden movement catches me off guard. My hands instinctively brace against his chest feeling the solid warmth beneath his shirt. The scent of amber and campfire smoke envelops me, bringing a familiar tingle to my skin.
Selene, ever perceptive, takes her cue. She slides off the couch, her nails clicking against the floor as she pads to the door. With a few determined scratches and nudges, she manages to get it open and slips outside.
A guard’s face appears in the doorway, concern etched on his features, Lucas’s reaction is Immediate and fierce.
“Close the door,” he snaps, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
The guard quickly complies, the door slamming shut.
In the sudden silence, I’m acutely aware of Lucas’s breathing, deep and slightly ragged. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. His stubble scratches against my skin, sending tingles of electricity through my body.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” he murmurs against my skin, his lips brushing my pulse point. My breath catches in my throat. “Doing what?”
His hands tighten on my waist, pulling me closer. “Smelling like this. It’s driving me crazy. Like you want me to breed you.”
Lucas’s words send a shiver through me, his hot breath against my neck igniting a fire in my core. My body responds instinctively, pressing closer to him as if drawn by an invisible force. “I’m not doing anything on purpose,” I manage to stammer, my voice barely above a whisper.
In
His lips brush against my skin, trailing up to my ear. “Are you sure about that, Luna?”
The title, spoken in his deep, husky voice, sends another wave of heat through me. My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, desperate for something to anchor me as the world starts to spin.
Are these two wolves or bunnies?
Lucas’s hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
There’s heat in his eyes. Golden flames flicker in their depths, reflecting the fire burning between us. I shiver as he teases his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt, a shudder that starts deep in my core and ripples outward.
His hands slide up my stomach, burning trails of need across my skin. “You didn’t answer my question, Luna.”
His fingers brush under my breasts, never quite touching what I need. I arch forward with a gasp. “Whwhat question?”
“Are you sure you aren’t doing this on purpose?” My nipples peak beneath his teasing.
“I’m notLucas…” My plea is breathless, and he chuckles.
“What do you want, Luna?” Again, the way my thighs clench and desire pulses between my legs when he calls me that. Shit. I’m drenched.
His lips brush my ear, nipping at my earlobe, sending another shock of need through me. “Do you want me to breed you, Luna?”
My entire body goes up in flames.
Ava, calm down, Selene says, sounding amused. You’re going to pass out from sensory overload at this rate.
You’re not helping, I snap back at her, my body bucking involuntarily as Lucas continues his relentless torture, teasing and tormenting me with his fingers. My nipples are pinched and rolled, tugged and fondled, until they’re swollen and aching for more.
“No answer?” he murmurs, nipping at my neck. His hands press against my breasts, squeezing hard, before trailing lower. “What do you want, my sweet little mate?*
“I… I want…
I can’t finish the sentence. His fingers slip under the waistband of my jeans and under the elastic band of my panties, sliding lower.
Teasing.
Tormenting.
I’m burning up, panting, desperate for more.
“Take your clothes off, Luna. I need to feel your skin against mine.” His voice is ragged, controlling, dominating.
And I obey. Because I can’t do anything else. I’m putty in his hands, a slave to his touch.
He growls as I stand, throwing my shirt to the floor. My hands shake as I unbutton my jeans, sliding them off.
He doesn’t let me got my underwear off before he enine me around and vanke me acainet him
His chest is warm against my back as he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. “Your scent” he mutters, his voice hoarse. “It’s driving me insane.”
His hands slide down my body, gripping my hips and pulling me back against the hard length of him. “Please,” I breathe, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore.
His teeth scrape my shoulder, sending another shock of pleasure through me. “Please what, Luna? Fill you? Stretch you? Make you scream?”
“Yes, yes I nod frantically. “All of that.”
Lucas growls, a deep, primal sound. It reverberates through his chest, through me. My entire body is buzzing now, hypersensitive to his every touch.
His fingers slip between my legs again.
“You like that, Luna?” He sucks a mark onto my neck, his fingers gliding over my most intimate spot.
More! I want to scream it at him, but the words won’t come out, overwhelmed by pleasure.
“Say it, Luna. Tell me what you want.” He slides my legs further open, hooking them outside of s. A finger teases the opening of my vagina, making obscene sounds as he slides a finger in, then out.
It should be disgusting, but it just makes me shake uncontrollably. “More.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my back. “Anything for you, Luna. But I want to hear you beg.
Beg? I can barely form words anymore. I’m a mess of need, desperate for release, for him. “Please, I gasp. “Lucas, please.”