BE MY LUNA, HARPER LAURIER

*Warning: This chapter contains explicit language and mature content.*

**Third POV**

Wyatt felt the heat building in his groin when he saw the vague desire coursing through Harper's bright emerald eyes as well. They hadn't had more than a kiss to touch in a long time, not since the war had happened.

And at this moment, When he once again fully encircled Harper completely in his arms, their bodies pressed against each other.

He could feel every rise and fall in the lines of her body, and the constant rise and fall of her breathing from the kiss she had just received, the constant scent of her body. They were all seducing him. Part of his body ached from the swelling, and his eyes, deep with desire, leaked all his thoughts.

"Harper," Wyatt's voice was tight and low, "I think we should go back to the bedroom."

Both of them could hear each other's heartbeats growing stronger. There was a wonderful electric current between their bodies. Harper opened her mouth slightly, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness, "Wyatt..."

Wyatt didn't let her continue. His lips took possession of hers once more, more roughly, his tongue prying her teeth apart, tasting all the flavors. They wrapped their arms tightly around each other, deepening the kiss.

Harper had no memory of making her way back to the bedroom. Her clothes were all gone by the time she was on the big enough double bed.

But she knew what was going to happen on this bed - primitive, wild, and wolfish.

Wyatt took off the last layer of barrier between them as Harper watched. Then he approached her. His downcast and dominant eyes made Harper feel like he was her king.

He lifted her legs with his arms and lowered his head. His hot breath slapped against her damp hidden place. She moaned in a small voice.

Wyatt sucked gently on that red, swollen nub and Harper shivered with electricity at his touch.

"Do you want me to taste more of you?" Wyatt looked up, his voice stirring hot flashes on Harper's nerves, "Say it. Say you want it."

Harper's answer came with a sob, "I want."

"Good girl." Wyatt planted a loud kiss on Harper's stomach. Immediately afterwards, his head dropped again. His tongue was in that forbidden place.

"You're beautiful." Wyatt's tongue flexed in and out of Harper's mouth. This provoked more groans and tremors from Harper. He wants to take away more of her senses.

Wyatt's tongue flexed and stretched in and out of Harper's entrance. It provoked more moans and tremors from her. He wanted to take away more of her senses.

Wyatt heard Harper's pleas for mercy when his tongue licked that swollen clit once more, causing it to throb slightly. Wyatt moved away from Harper's bright pink lips of her cunt, squeezing the clit that was ripe as a cherry.

Harper's hand grabbed Wyatt's hair and he lifted his head in response to her strength.

Harper's cheeks showed a stunning crimson. Wyatt grinned, "Do you really want me to stop, puppy? " He didn't stop his restless fingers, rubbing them slowly over the wet slit.

"No...Wyatt, I want you..." Harper's gasps and moans mingled as her hands mindlessly rubbed against Wyatt's strong arms.

Wyatt let out a soft chuckle. He grabbed Harper's soft bottom, pulled her under him, and smacked her thigh. A crisp thud. "Wrap around my waist."

Harper complied, intertwining her legs around Wyatt's waist.

Wyatt expressed his satisfaction with a light, sucking kiss. He crossed Harper's arms and raised them above her head, securing them with one hand. With his other hand, he drew circles around her nipples, gently twisting them until they were hard little nipples.

"Spread your legs." Wyatt was already hovering at Harper's entrance. His eyes were tinged with aggression, as he worked little by little the hardest part of him into that small space inside Harper's body.

In a mixture of pleasure and desire, Harper tensed her muscles. It made Wyatt take a deep breath. He let go of the hand that was controlling her wrist and secured it around her waist instead.

Harper's hands wrapped around Wyatt's neck, caressing his broad shoulders as lightly as a feather.

Too tight.

Wyatt's fingers sank deeper into Harper's slender waist, "Relax." Then he bent down and kissed her again.

A long wet kiss. Feeling Harper gradually relax, Wyatt pushed himself all the way in. The sensation of fusing with each other was too much and they let out a fed sigh together.

He didn't move immediately, waiting for Harper to fully accept him. Until he could feel her getting even wetter from him, he withdrew gently and then thrust again in a hard way.

Harper screamed, and Wyatt picked up his speed, getting deeper each time. Increasingly intense pleasure hit Harper like a wave deep inside her body and she closed her eyes to take the intense pleasure. Wyatt's heavy breathing played in her ears and she whimpered softly, a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

"Open your eyes, look at me." Wyatt bit one side of Harper's ear.

She did. Wyatt's face looked even more sensual with desire. He slammed deep, exploring every unknown place in her body until he marked his mark on every spot.

"You are mine," Wyatt said as he landed deep inside Harper's body with one last hard thrust. Harper's tears mixed with sweat all evaporated into extreme happiness.

Wyatt's cock throbbed inside her as he covered her body. Harper was panting as Wyatt supported his upper body with his arms and he gazed at a flushed Harper.

He lowered his head and kissed her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and finally her lips. In a reverent and tender way.

"Be my Luna, Harper Laurier."