Don’t Poke the Luna Chapter 109

Ryder’s POV

"Well, you made it six miles when I thought you'd give up at five, so you're doing better than I expected. Though looking at your legs shaking like that, I'm surprised you made it this far," I said with a laugh.

"Go... to... hell," she managed between gasps. I watched her stubborn expression, finding it strangely adorable despite myself.

I just chuckled at her defiance. "Come on." I extended my hand, and after she took it, we continued walking.

"How are you not even tired?" she asked a few minutes later.

"I'm an Alpha. We don't get tired," I lied. Just then, she stumbled, fortunately still holding my hand. "Need me to carry you?"

She glared at me but ignored my last comment. "I just haven't worked out for about a week, and I was injured before that."

"Alright, my poor little luna, let me show you something." We walked to the edge of a deep creek that ran through our territory. At the point where we stood, there was a waterfall flowing into a small pond, then the creek widened where water would drain out during rainy days.

"This place is beautiful," Xena said, releasing my hand to walk to the edge of the waterfall.

"Yeah, beautiful," I said, but my eyes were fixed on her. Her silhouette against the sunlight, playing with the shadows and light effects, like an angel—I almost forgot to breathe.

She removed her shoes and socks, sat on a rock, and dipped her feet into the water.

"This feels so good," she said, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.

"Let's go swimming," I suggested.

"Do what?" Xena looked at me.

"Yeah, let's go for a swim," I told her. I contacted the patrol through our mind link. "Stay away from the pond area."

"Yes, Alpha," they knew better than to ask questions.

"What if someone comes...?" Xena glanced around, but I had already started removing my shirt.

"No one will come." Next came my shoes and socks.

"The patrol..."

"I just instructed them to stay away." After removing my shorts, I stood naked before her. The satisfaction of watching her eyes roam up and down my body sent shivers down my spine.

I jumped past her into the pond below. The water was almost crystal clear and felt good on this hot day.

"Fine," Xena said with resignation.

I caught my breath watching her strip completely before leaping into the water. I don't know what it was, but my dick quickly grew rock hard.

When her body emerged from the surface, her wet skin glistening in the daylight, it was so sexy that my lower region throbbed again.

"This does feel amazing," she said with a smile.

I turned around, about to show her the colorful stone I'd just picked up from the water, when suddenly my head was pushed down, two hands forcing me underwater. As a werewolf, I was an excellent swimmer. I quickly dove deeper, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her under too. Using the momentum from the bottom, I shot toward the surface.

I emerged, slicking my hair back. This feels great! I looked around, checking the shore for the colorful stone I'd found earlier. I counted the seconds, yet Xena hadn't surfaced. A sense of foreboding washed over me, and I frantically dove back in, finding her lying motionless at the bottom, eyes closed, small bubbles escaping her mouth.

No, impossible! My heart sank, blood seemingly freezing in my veins.

"Fuck!" I screamed internally, diving down without hesitation to grab her. My arms wrapped tightly around her as I pulled her toward the surface.

Don't do this, Xena, you can't do this to me!

As soon as her head broke the surface, I placed her on the rocks, gently patting her cheeks, leaning close to her mouth to listen for breathing.

Please, you have to be okay, you must be okay!

Just then, a wet sensation slipped into my ear.

Chapter 113(R18)

Ryder’s POV

“OH! FUCK!” I shouted in panic. Xena’s eyes snapped open, and she burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth. “I scared the hell out of you!” she gasped, her voice bright with mischief, her eyes gleaming with that playful spark.

My pulse was still racing, a mix of adrenaline, anger, and something sharper—embarrassment, maybe. “Don’t do that again,” I growled, my voice low. The fear lingered, a cold knot in my chest.

Xena slid closer, her hands finding my waist, her touch warm against my chilled skin. Her gaze dropped to my lips, and I felt the air shift, charged with something heavier than her teasing. “It was just a joke,” she murmured, but her breath was laced with something else, something that made my blood hum. Her legs brushed against mine beneath the water, and through the bond we shared, I could feel the pulse of her desire.

“It was a shitty joke,” I said, my voice quieter now, but still rough with the edge of my anger. “You dying isn’t a game to me.” I sank lower into the water, my hands finding her hips, my fingers digging into the soft curve of her. The contact grounded me, pulling me back from the edge of that fear.

Xena’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Can I make it up to you?” Her voice was a low, sultry purr, and before I could answer, she leaned in, her tongue flicking against my earlobe. The wet, warm sensation sent a jolt through me, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. One of her hands broke the surface of the water, gripping my shoulder for leverage, while the other slid down, bold and unapologetic, wrapping around my cock.

I sucked in a breath, already hardening under her touch. “You can try,” I managed, my voice rough, barely more than a rasp.

She pressed herself closer, her breasts soft against my chest, the friction driving me to the edge of control. Her lips hovered near mine, teasing, as her hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes. My cock was rock-hard now, throbbing under her grip, and every nerve in my body was screaming for more.

My hands moved on instinct, sliding down to the space between her thighs. I didn’t hesitate, slipping two fingers inside her, feeling the heat of her body even in the cool water. She gasped against my lips, her hand faltering for a moment as I worked her, my thumb circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her squirm.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, her head tipping back, wet hair fanning out across the water’s surface. Her reaction was like gasoline on the fire of my desire, her body trembling under my touch. I could feel her tightening around my fingers, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts.

I hooked my arms under her thighs, lifting her until her legs wrapped around my waist. With one swift motion, I thrust into her, hard and deep. Her scream echoed across the lake, her nails digging into my shoulders, the sharp sting blending with the overwhelming pleasure of being inside her. She was tight, hot, her body clenching around me like she was trying to pull me deeper, to consume me.

I carried her to a nearby rock, its surface smoothed by years of water. I set her down, her upper body resting against the stone, her lower half still submerged. The position gave me full access, and I didn’t hold back, fucking her with a rhythm that was both relentless and precise. Her moans grew louder, her hands clutching at the rock, at me, at anything she could reach.

I slowed my pace, leaning down to trail my lips across her chest. I found that spot on her left breast, the one that always drove her wild, and when my tongue flicked over it, her hips bucked, a shudder running through her entire body. The sight of her like that—completely undone, lost in the pleasure I was giving her—nearly pushed me over the edge.

I lifted her fully onto the rock, her hips just clear of the water. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried, her hands tangling in my hair, her body trembling as I kissed and sucked at her skin. Her legs shook violently on either side of my head, but I pulled back just before she could tip over into climax, savoring the frustrated whimper that escaped her.

I tugged her back into the water, my cock sliding into her again with a force that made us both groan. Our movements synced, a perfect rhythm of push and pull, my lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was all heat and hunger. I gripped her hips, taking on most of the effort as her legs began to tire, driving into her with a intensity that felt like it could shatter us both. Her body was made for mine, every thrust pulling me deeper into her, until her orgasm hit, her walls pulsing around me. I followed her over the edge, my release crashing through me like a tidal wave.

I was ready to go again, but Xena had other plans. With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed me back, pinning me against the rocky wall of the lake’s edge.

“What—” I started, confusion cutting through the haze of pleasure.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she guided me out of the water, urging me to sit on the edge of the rock. Before I could process what was happening, her lips closed around my still-hard cock, taking me deep into her mouth.

“Fuck…” I growled, my body jolting at the sudden, intense sensation. I shifted to get more comfortable, my hands gripping the rock as she worked me with a skill that left me breathless. Her hand cupped my balls, massaging them gently as she took nearly all of me into her mouth, moving with a rhythm that was both torturous and perfect. She didn’t gag, didn’t falter, just kept going, faster and faster, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came hard, my head falling back as I spilled into her throat.

When I looked down, she was licking her lips, a smug, satisfied glint in her eyes. My chest was still heaving, my body buzzing with the aftershocks, but I wasn’t done with her yet. “Woman,” I growled, pulling her into the water and kissing her deeply, fiercely. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me close as our bodies pressed together.

“Is that so, Mr. Alpha?” she teased when we finally broke the kiss, her voice low and playful.

“That mouth of yours is filthy and fucking talented,” I said, a grin tugging at my lips. Something about her calling me Mr. Alpha sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I didn’t care to question why.

“Really?” she asked, her nipples brushing against my chest, her body still pressed tight against mine.

“Damn right,” I murmured, my voice a low rumble.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she dipped her head back into the water. My canines extended, a primal instinct taking over. I gave her one last look, then sank my teeth into the mark on her neck, the one that bound us together. Her body tensed instantly, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train, the sensation rippling through our bond. She sucked in a sharp breath, a choked moan escaping her as I withdrew my teeth, licking the spot clean.

Chapter 114(R18)

Xena’s POV

THE MOTHER FUCK... My body gave one final shudder. His strong arms kept me close, preventing me from drifting too far, and every time my nipples brushed against his chest, they stayed hard, sending little sparks through me.

“Mmm, I definitely enjoyed that,” he said, his voice low, the half-smile finally breaking free.

*Goddamn, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.*

“Got it,” I replied, leaning in closer. A stream of water shot from between my breasts, splashing his face, and I couldn’t help but smirk. “Doesn’t change anything, though.”

He blinked, wiping the water from his eyes with a quick swipe. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” I shrugged, my tone playful but firm. “You ready to keep walking?”

“Can’t we just stay here all day?” His eyes dropped to my lips, and I licked them deliberately, letting him know I wasn’t done with him yet. The air between us crackled, heavy with unspoken promises.

“Hmm…” Before I could say more, Ryder’s hand found the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that sent a wave of heat straight to my core. It was fierce, demanding, and it made me ache for him to take me again, harder this time. Yes, what we’d done was fun, but I wanted *more*.

Without warning, he pushed me back against the smooth rock, his fingers plunging into me with a force that stole my breath. “Oh, yes! Don’t stop!” I gasped, half-moaning, half-screaming, as pleasure surged through me.

*My mind was unraveling, reduced to nothing but raw sensation.*

His fingers moved faster, harder, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. Then he grabbed my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and his cock filled me in one swift, powerful motion. I was so lost in the rhythm of him moving inside me, the way he stretched and claimed me, that I wasn’t ready for the sudden intrusion of his finger in my ass. My body clamped down around him, a reflex to the unexpected sensation.

“Relax,” he whispered in my ear, his voice a soothing growl.

It was new, unfamiliar—a sharp sting that bordered on pain. But as I let myself relax, his finger began to move in sync with his cock, and the sensation shifted, overwhelming and intense. I couldn’t form words, couldn’t do anything but feel as he filled me completely, fucking me in both places at once. The duality of it was mind-blowing, pushing me toward a precipice I hadn’t known existed.

To steady myself, I reached between us, one hand teasing my nipple, the other gripping him for support. When he added a second finger to my ass, I lost it completely. A cry tore from my throat, loud enough to startle a flock of birds into flight, and Ryder’s roar of release echoed mine as we both came, our bodies trembling in the aftermath.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath, the water lapping around us. Finally, he spoke, his voice rough but warm. “I think you enjoyed that.”

My head rested on his shoulder, my body still buzzing. “You think?” I teased, my voice soft but laced with satisfaction.

“Come on,” he said, a grin in his tone. “Let’s keep moving. But I promise, there’s more where that came from.”

“We can dry off in the sun,” I suggested as we slid out of the water. My entire body ached, a delicious kind of sore. My legs wobbled, and my ass burned with a heat that was both strange and thrilling.

I wrung out my hair, the damp strands heavy in my hands, and we stretched out on the rocks for a few minutes, letting the sun warm our skin until we were mostly dry. The silence between us was comfortable, but a question nagged at me, one I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask.

“Have you… done that before?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended, a hint of shyness creeping in.

“Done what?” Ryder replied, his eyes fixed on the sky above.

“Come out here and… you know, have sex with someone.” I avoided his gaze, suddenly unsure if I wanted the answer. The thought of him sharing this place, this kind of intimacy, with someone else made my chest tighten.

He turned to face me, his expression serious. “No. Believe it or not, I’ve saved a lot for my mate. I’m not a virgin, obviously, but that doesn’t mean I’ve done *this* before.”

I swallowed, another question burning in my throat. “Have you… done anal before?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, his tone matter-of-fact.

My heart sank, a sharp pang of jealousy slicing through me. I reached for my clothes, pulling them on quickly. “Oh.”

*It was irrational, I knew that. But the thought of him being that intimate with another woman hurt in a way I couldn’t explain. It was stupid—feelings don’t always make sense.*

Ryder didn’t say anything, just started dressing himself. I finished first, my movements brisk, and while he was still tying his shoes, I started down the path, not waiting for him. My hair was a tangled mess, impossible to tame, so I wove it into a quick braid that hung down my back.

The snap of a twig told me Ryder had caught up. The forest around us was alive, vibrant with the chatter of birds, the scamper of squirrels darting up tree trunks, and the flutter of butterflies flashing their colors in the dappled sunlight. It was beautiful, peaceful, and for a while, we walked in silence, soaking in the moment.

To my right, I noticed a stone wall, maybe eight feet high, its weathered surface covered in patches of climbing vines. It looked ancient, like something built centuries ago, standing as a quiet testament to time.