Chapter 26 26: Luther NSFW

Chapter 26 26: Luther NSFW
We walk back home in human form, wearing towels we found forgotten near the beach. She’s quiet as we go, but her hand in mine occasionally squeezes as she is lost in thought. She looks at the city around us like she has never seen it before; she has a kind of childlike awe and quiet excitement.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” I ask, pulling my hand out of hers so I can tuck her under my shoulder.

“Yeah, like I said, changing back didn't hurt at all. Kinda unfair when you think about it, if it has the potential not to hurt, why does it hurt the first time?”

“Things we can ask the moon as much as we want, but it's a secret she chooses to keep,” I say, hugging her a little tighter. “Maybe it's because everything imperfect is healing?   

She leans her head on my chest and wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me to a stop. When she looks up at me, body pressed tightly to mine, she looks more beautiful than ever. Her hair is messier than it’s ever been, her green eyes large and sparkling, her full lips slightly parted and trembling with nerves.

“I think I love you, Luther, and I don't know why or how my feelings got this strong, but Ive never been so sure of anything in my life.”

I lean down and kiss her lightly on the lips. “It’s because we are fated mates, my dear.”

“Fated mates?”

“It’s a rare bond that only happens in times of great need to create the strongest offspring possible to survive the coming hard times.”

“But, you defeated the pack, didn’t you?”

“Some got away, and choosing to spare them may be why this came to be, but for whatever reason im glad it did. Because it led me straight to you, to the first true fated mates since my mother and father met forty-five years ago.”

“Is it an alpha thing?” she asks, elbowing me in the ribs and wagging her eyebrows.

“No, baby, it’s not an alpha thing, it's a chosen thing. The Moon saw a need and chose us; we are blessed.”

“Blessed by the moon…did you know that Lunatic was a word that was made to describe people who were obsessed with the moon, that the moon had infected their minds. Does that make me a lunatic now?” she giggles, cheeks and bridge of her nose red with happiness.

“As my mate, you will be my Luna, as for a lunatic, I think you had the covered before you became a werewolf.” I laugh and kiss her on the forehead before turning and walking with her again.

“What happened to Johnathan?” She asks quietly, her mood sobering.

“I let him go, mostly unharmed. He won't be bothering you again, but I knew you wouldn't want me to hurt him.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, dashing a tear from her eye, “I guess becoming a werewolf didn't make me less emotional.”

“No, my dear, that’s all you.”

We walk the rest of the way in silence. She doesnt speak until we get into the building's elevator.

“It was nice to walk and not be in pain. I’ve never been able not to pay attention to every step. This is really an amazing miracle. Thank you, Luther.”

“You're welcome,” I say, even if it wasn't me that changed her; it was the plan. 

I hold her from behind, smelling the top of her head as we take the elevator to the Penthouse. “It’s time for you to see my place, my dear.”

I relish her little gasp of awe as the elevator opens straight into my home. The dark green walls and the black marble striped with gold caught her eye immediately.

“This is gorgeous!” she squeaks.

She slips out of my arms and dashes inside, looking at all the dark wood grain and the plush black leather furniture. She spreads her hands over the huge glass dining table and smiles back at me. With the floor to cleaning windows a full 360 around my apartment, she looks like shes dancing among the starlight to me.

“This is like a museum!” she says with a broad smile.

“I wish I could take credit, but I just sent my order to the designer with my favorite colors and that I was a maxmillist, and here we are.”

“It’s really quite stunning and masculine.”

“Let me show you the bedroom.”

Her grin goes from awe to naughty, and she holds out her hand for me to take.

I kiss her knuckles and pull her close, putting my hands on her soft hips and backing her toward my room. I don't break eye contact as I walk, trying to send my filthy thoughts to her telepathically. I lick my lips, and her eyes follow, her face and chest heating up red.

I back her into my four-post bed wth black silk sheets and pick her up slightly and throw her on the bed. I delight in her squeak of surprise, but then I’m on her, my towel tossed to the side a millisecond before I have one leg against her bare core under the towel and her tongue in my mouth.

“My mate,” I growl, rubbing my knee against her clit and devouring her mouth.

Her little moans are driving me crazy, her panting breaths pulling me near the edge, but it’s her nails down my back that drive me to madness.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand as I open her towel with all the reverence of a present on Christmas morning.

“I’m yours,” she tells me, her voice soft and sure and her eyes glued to mine.”I’m your mate, Luther.”

“Yes, you fucking are,” I growl, tracing kisses down her neck until I get to her gloriously large breasts. I bury my face between them and suck each nipple individually, making them a deeper pink as they pucker for my attention.

“Luther!” she screams, pulling me back up to her mouth and kissing me hard. “Take me, Luther. Mark me. Let everyone know I’m yours.”