Chapter 35 Under the Blood Moon
Lira's POV
"Shut up." I bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting the copper tang on my tongue. "Less talking, more fucking."
He growled, but it transformed into something that might have been a laugh—dark, hungry. Then he was lifting me, carrying me toward the bed with inhuman strength, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hard cock grinding against my slick folds through his pants.
"Not here." His eyes were wild, feral, glowing with the blood moon's pull. "I need—the grove. Under the blood moon. Need to claim you properly, bury my cock in you where the magic can bind us."
He didn't wait for an answer. Just wrapped me in his cloak and carried me through the packhold. Anyone who saw us scattered immediately, recognizing the blood moon claiming for what it was. Sacred and primal. Not to be interrupted. My arousal dripped down my thighs as he strode, the cool night air teasing my exposed skin.
The moonlit grove waited, grass glowing crimson under the bloody sky. He laid me down in the center, on ground that thrummed with ancient magic, pulsing like a heartbeat against my back. The air smelled of earth and wildflowers, thick with power that made my wolf Selwyn whine in anticipation.
"Last chance," he said, voice strained with control that was slipping, his massive cock straining against his pants, a wet spot forming at the tip. "Tell me to stop and I will. I'll walk away and never touch you again."
I looked up at him—this dangerous, damaged alpha who'd spent weeks pushing me away. Who'd been cruel to protect himself, who'd watched me suffer rather than show weakness. But I saw past it now, past the walls to the terrified man underneath. His broad shoulders trembled, his fangs peeking from his lips.
He wasn't afraid of me. He was afraid of how much he needed me—needed to fill me, breed me, mark me as his.
"Don't you dare walk away." I pulled him down, wrapping my legs around his waist, grinding my soaked pussy against the bulge in his pants. "Claim me, make me yours, make me your Luna, fuck me until I can't walk."
Something broke in his eyes. The last of his iron control shattered. He crashed his mouth to mine as his hand tore away his pants with a rip, freeing his cock—thick, veined, throbbing, the head slick with pre-cum. It slapped against my belly, hot and heavy, his girth stretching.
"This will hurt," he warned, some distant part of him still trying to be gentle, rubbing the blunt head along my slit, coating himself in my juices.
"I don't care." I rolled my hips, taking the tip of him inside, my entrance stretching around his girth. "I need—Kael, please—shove it in me."
He thrust forward in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. His cock speared into my tight pussy, inch by brutal inch, the burn of the stretch ripping a scream from my throat. Pain and pleasure exploded together—my walls clenching around his invading thickness, so full I could feel every vein pulsing inside me. He bottomed out, his balls slapping against my ass, the head nudging my cervix.
He froze, giving me time to adjust, sweat dripping from his brow onto my breasts. "Lira? Breathe."
"Move." I dug my claws into his shoulders, drawing blood. "Don't you dare stop. Pound me."
He didn't. His hips rolled, pulling almost completely out—my pussy gripping him reluctantly, juices coating his shaft—before slamming back in, balls-deep.
The rhythm was brutal, primal, nothing civilized about it. This wasn't making love—it was claiming, marking, sealing a bond that had been fighting to complete itself. Each thrust stretched me wider, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the grove, his cock dragging along my inner walls, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyes.
The blood moon bathed us in crimson light as we moved together. Every thrust sent pleasure spiraling through my body, building higher and higher—his thickness rubbing my g-spot relentlessly, my clit grinding against his pubic bone. My wolf Selwyn howled in joy, finally united with her mate, the bond humming with shared ecstasy.
"Mine," Kael growled with each movement, his voice a rumble that vibrated through his cock into my core. "Say it. Tell me you're mine while I fuck this tight cunt."
"Yours," I gasped, meeting him thrust for thrust, my hips rising to take him deeper, my breasts bouncing with the force. "Always yours. But you're mine too—your cock is mine to milk."
His rhythm faltered, a moan escaping him—deep, guttural, animalistic. "Yes. Fuck, yes. Yours. Only yours." He moaned again, louder, as I clenched around him deliberately, my pussy fluttering.
The admission cost him. I felt it through the bond—years of walls crumbling, defenses falling away. For the first time since I'd met him, Kael Thorn was completely, utterly vulnerable, his moans turning to desperate whimpers as he rutted into me.
And it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever felt. I moaned back, high and keening, my nails raking his back as he pounded harder, faster.
My climax built like a storm, pressure mounting until I thought I'd shatter from it—his cock swelling inside me, stretching me to my limits. Kael sensed it, changing his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust hit something devastating inside me, the head battering my cervix in the best way.
"Kael—I can't," I moaned, my voice breaking, legs trembling around him.
"Yes you can." He caught my mouth in a searing kiss, tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock. "Come for me, Luna. Let me feel you squeeze my dick."
The combination of his words, his touch, the blood moon's magic coursing through our bond—it all crashed over me at once. I shattered, screaming his name as pleasure whited out my vision. My inner walls clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, milking his cock, juices squirting around his base as I came harder than ever.
Kael threw his head back with a roar, a deep, throaty moan following as his fangs extended fully. Driven by instinct, he struck—biting down on the existing mating mark at the junction of my neck and shoulder, deepening the scar, his teeth piercing the same spot he'd claimed weeks ago. Fresh blood filled his mouth.
The bond exploded between us with such force it stole my breath. Suddenly everything intensified tenfold—I could feel his overwhelming pleasure as my pussy spasmed around him, his fierce possessiveness, his terror and joy and the desperate love he'd been guarding so carefully even through our bond.
He loved me. This ruthless alpha loved me so much it scared him, and the blood moon was burning away every wall he'd built around that truth. He moaned into the bite, the sound muffled but vibrating through my body.
The realization triggered another climax, this one rolling through both of us simultaneously through our wide-open bond. For the first time since I'd known him, Kael lost control completely. His rhythm faltered, becoming erratic as he spent himself inside me—thick ropes of cum flooding my pussy, overflowing, dripping down my ass as he thrust through his orgasm, moaning my name like a chant.
"Lira," he gasped against my neck, my blood on his lips, licking the reinforced mark clean. "My Lira. So tight... taking all my seed..."
We collapsed together, trembling and gasping, his cock still buried deep, twitching with aftershocks. Through our bond, I felt his shock at how completely he'd surrendered, how thoroughly the blood moon had stripped him bare.
I felt that, I sent through our link, still breathless. Everything you were hiding from me.
His arms tightened around me. The blood moon doesn't let us hide. Not from each other.
But the heat wasn't satisfying. Already I could feel it building again, the blood moon's power demanding more—my pussy clenching hungrily around his half-hard length, the bond pulsing with renewed need.