Don’t Poke the Luna Chapter 114

Xena’s POV

"What do you want for dinner?" Ryder asked as he walked toward the bathroom.

A million choices flashed through my mind, but I decided not to be picky. "Sandwiches or wraps will do. Whatever they have, I'll eat it. I'm not fussy." I answered, secretly wishing for seafood salad, but not wanting him to think I was high-maintenance.

"Alright," Ryder called from the bathroom, followed by the sound of the shower turning on.

The bathroom door was open, but I wasn't sure if I should go in and join him. My heart rate picked up a little, imagining water droplets sliding down his body, but ultimately, I decided to open the balcony door and sit in one of the lounge chairs.

After a minute, I grew bored and wanted a book to pass the time. My thoughts needed to be immersed in something else, not constantly drifting to the image of him in the shower.

"Ryder, I'm going to the library to grab a book, I'll be right back!" I called toward the bathroom.

"Be back quickly!" he said sternly.

"Yes, sir," I replied sarcastically, but couldn't help smiling at this small freedom, even though the library was just at the end of the hallway.

I walked into the library. The smell of paper and ink was something I'd never tire of. I took a deep breath, letting the familiar scent fill my senses. Finding a book, I picked it up and returned to the bedroom. Ryder was still in the shower, so I headed to the balcony and started reading, hoping to distract my mind from the complicated emotions swirling inside me.

"What are you reading?" Ryder's voice startled me as he sat down beside me. He wore only shorts, water droplets still clinging to his chest, making me hold my breath involuntarily.

"The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir," I answered, trying to keep my voice steady as I looked down at the pages, avoiding the sight of his half-naked body.

"Interested in feminist philosophy or the social construction of gender roles?" His question caught me off guard. I slowly raised my head, surprised to find genuine curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"You know this book?" I asked, unable to hide the surprise in my voice. In my world, few people would be familiar with such literary works.

"Read parts of it. Beauvoir has an interesting way of thinking, how she questions everything we take for granted." He leaned against the doorframe, sunlight casting warm patches across his shoulders.

"I like her exploration of the concept of 'the Other,'" I said, finding myself relaxing. "The idea that our identities are somewhat determined by society rather than just our own choices... it makes you think."

The evening light slanted through the windows, creating an intimate atmosphere in the room.

A knock sounded on the bedroom door. Ryder got up to answer it. He returned pushing a cart of food.

"Dinner's here." He set a plate of food on the small table next to me, and I put down my book to start eating.

"Thank you," I said, my stomach giving a small twinge of hunger.

"Hmm."

We ate in silence, just watching the sun dip completely below the horizon as stars began to appear one by one. The warm breeze played with my hair, and the moment felt so peaceful that I almost forgot about all the tension and danger between us.

"I need to take a quick shower and wash all this blood off," I said.

"Go ahead."

Ryder got up to pour himself a glass of scotch while I walked into the bathroom. The water felt amazing against my skin, although it stung a little where I'd been bitten. It felt so good to have clean hair again.

After drying off, I went to the closet for silk pajama shorts and a matching camisole. Ryder was still on the balcony sipping his drink, so I grabbed my glass and sat in my chair.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Yes." The scotch burned my throat, making me grimace.

"I had that poured specifically for you."

"Thanks. This stuff is awful." I downed it in one go and went back inside, rummaging through the cabinets until I found Jack Daniel's Gentleman Jack. Pouring myself a glass, I returned to my seat on the balcony. "Much better," I murmured, enjoying the smoother taste.

"What color is your prom dress?" Ryder asked.

"Black."

"Good."

"Good?" I looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was special about black.

"Means I don't have to buy anything new to match you," Ryder said, sipping his drink.

"You're welcome," I replied sarcastically, thinking what a pragmatist he was.

"There are only a few weeks left of school," Ryder began. I looked at him, waiting for him to continue. When I didn't respond, he went on, "Given everything that's happening, it might be better to have the teachers send the finals over and just be done with it."

I didn't answer. Instead, I looked up at the dark sky, wishing I was on some beach somewhere. Wearing a tiny silver bikini with a drink in my hand. How I longed to feel sand between my toes, the salty warm ocean breeze through my hair. Yet here we were, trapped in this reality, surrounded by danger and complicated relationships. I sighed, closing my eyes to escape for just a moment.

Ryder stood up and walked back into the bedroom. I heard him moving things around, but I didn't look.

"Xena?" Ryder said softly.

I walked into the inner room, my eyes landing on the massage table Ryder was putting sheets on. My heart beat a little faster.

Chapter 120(R18)

Xena’s POV

"Come here." Ryder's voice was low, with a magnetic quality that left no room for argument.

I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment, but curiosity flowed through me like a warm current, pushing me toward him. Standing beside the massage table, I looked up at him, trying to mask my nervousness with a playful tone. "Yes, Mr. Alpha?"

"Take off your clothes and lie down under the sheet. I'm going to get some oil." Ryder turned and left the room.

I froze for a second, my heart skipping a beat. Take everything off? My fingers trembled as they touched the edge of my clothing. A rush of embarrassment washed over me, but beneath it was an unmistakable excitement, like standing at the edge of a cliff, wondering what it would feel like to jump.

I quickly stripped off my clothes, sliding under the cool sheet that sent a shiver across my bare skin. I'd barely positioned my face in the cradle at the end of the table when Ryder returned. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, pulsing like a drumbeat.

He played some soothing ocean sounds, the background noise washing over me like actual waves, trying to calm my nerves. The pop of a bottle cap made me tense, followed by the quiet sound of oil being squeezed out. I held my breath as I felt the sheet being pulled down, stopping just above my backside. The cool air against my exposed skin made me tremble.

Ryder stood at the head of the table, placing his hands on my neck, warm and firm. His fingers began to move, sliding from my neck downward, slick with oil, gradually pushing toward my backside. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing, but his touch felt like electricity, igniting every inch of skin he contacted.

I wanted to resist this feeling, to tell myself this was just a massage, but my body betrayed me, craving more. His fingers danced across my back, expertly kneading each muscle, as if systematically unlocking all my defenses. I clenched my jaw, afraid I might make a sound that would reveal the desire churning inside me.

Ryder took my arm, lifting it gently. He sat on the table, resting my arm across his knee, one hand at the base of my skull, the other suddenly grasping a fistful of my hair, just enough to create a slight sting without actual pain. My breathing quickened, my eyes squeezed shut, my mind going completely blank.

His fingers began working my shoulders, the pressure deep and focused. He worked around my shoulder blades, carefully avoiding my injuries, continuing downward to massage my legs. The sheet was pulled back, exposing one leg and half my backside. With my face buried in the cradle, shame washed over me like a tide, but I didn't move. Starting at my knee, he pushed upward with firm pressure, sliding to my backside, the oil making his fingers glide effortlessly.

I bit my tongue, fighting the urge to moan. His fingers traveled along my inner thigh, so close to my core that my heartbeat nearly exploded.

He lifted my foot, massaging the sole and the muscles of my leg, each movement precise. The soreness from training melted away beneath his touch. I felt almost hypnotized, surrendering my body completely to him. Then he pressed his elbow into my backside from the side, rotating my leg, the pressure drawing an involuntary whimper from me. His fingers once again approached my core, at such a dangerous proximity that every muscle in my body tensed. I wanted him to stop, yet I wanted him to continue—the contradiction made me dizzy.

He repeated the same movements with my other leg, then returned to my scalp. His fingers alternated between gentle caresses and firm grasps of my hair. My heartbeat was completely out of control, my body like a flame he'd ignited, ready to spiral out of control at any moment.

He pulled the sheet up to cover me and said softly, "Turn over." His voice was calm but carried the weight of a command.

I slowly turned onto my back. He took a towel and placed it over my breasts, then pulled back the sheet, exposing just one leg while carefully keeping the sheet over my private area. His hands started moving up my thigh, around the sheet, and up to my abdomen.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself, but his touch was like fire tracing patterns on my skin. His fingers pressed into my shoulders, sliding along the curves of my body, the pressure deep and precise. I felt like I was being taken apart and reassembled, every inch of my skin trembling under his control.

He stretched my arm out, his palm grazing the side of my breast, the contact so light yet sending a shock through my entire body.

He continued downward, massaging my ankles, rotating my foot, meticulously attending to each muscle. He moved to the other side, his movements still careful, avoiding all my injured areas.

His fingers worked my other foot, parting my legs slightly wider than before. I frowned, confusion mingled with unease, but his next move caught me completely off guard. His hand slid up my thigh, briefly brushing against my core before quickly moving away. My heart nearly stopped, my body instinctively tensing as heat rushed through me.

The sheet was repositioned to cover only my core, his hands working my inner thighs, so close yet not touching. My breathing grew heavy. Suddenly, the sheet slipped away, and before I could react, I felt wet heat enter my body.

My hips jerked upward, a deep moan escaping my throat as I finally surrendered to the sensation.

His arm slid under my leg, stretching upward as he yanked the towel away, his hands grabbing my breasts, squeezing firmly. His tongue began to move, precise and wild, his hands continuing to knead my abdomen and backside. My breathing became so rapid I felt I might suffocate, my body completely at his mercy, trembling uncontrollably.

Chapter 121(R18)

Xena’s POV

"Turn over," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. My body responded to his command without resistance, like it was being pulled by invisible strings. I bit my lip, trying to calm the anticipation that threatened to suffocate me. His hands found my legs again, which were already parted for him, as if they had anticipated his touch.

I heard him fumbling with something, followed by a low humming sound. I was about to look up, confused about what he was doing, when suddenly, he inserted something vibrating into my body.

"Oh my God!" I moaned, the deep vibrations making my entire body tremble, igniting every nerve ending. My mind went blank, leaving only my body's primal responses.

His hands returned to my hips, and before I could react, his fingers slipped inside me.

"Oh, Ryder!" I groaned. My body quivered, both wanting to push him away and craving more. Then he added a second finger, and my heartbeat accelerated to the point where I thought it might explode. His other hand began to control the vibrating object, moving it in and out of me, making me feel like I was melting onto the table.

Minutes later, he stopped his movements, but the vibrating object remained inside me, continuing to stimulate my sensitive nerves. He lifted one of my legs, then the other, raising my hips high, exposing me to him. His fingers began moving again, three this time, and I felt a slight sting that was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure from the vibrations.

The table shook slightly as he climbed onto it. His hands gripped my hips, and it wasn't until I felt his body press against my backside that I realized what was about to happen. He entered me slowly, the pressure almost too much to bear. I clenched my teeth as his hand reached around to control the vibrating object. When he felt me gradually relax, he began to fuck me with slow, rhythmic movements.

"Oh, Ryder!" I moaned. His hand suddenly grabbed my hair, and his movements became more intense.

"Oh God!" I began to moan louder, my voice echoing in the room. A fleeting worry crossed my mind: the balcony door was still open, would people outside hear? But that thought was quickly drowned by pleasure as I lost myself completely in the storm he was creating within me.

"That's right, say my name!" he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness. His movements became even more forceful, nearly tearing me apart. My body surrendered to him completely, as if it no longer had a will of its own.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! YES!" I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. The sounds I made were ones I'd never heard from myself before, as if they were erupting from the depths of my soul. I felt him reach his climax too, but he didn't stop, continuing to prolong this maddening pleasure.

I don't know how long it lasted, but when I finally began to calm down from my high, he commanded softly, "Turn over."

I turned, my body still trembling, as if it hadn't yet recovered from the frenzy. He was cleaning himself, then he removed the vibrating object and entered me forcefully. His body pressed down on me, his lips covering mine in a kiss that was fierce and possessive. My legs instinctively wrapped around him. Pleasure built within me again.

Just as I was about to reach another climax, he stopped kissing me and whispered, "Look to your right." I obediently turned my head, and through my blurred vision, I realized that the balcony door was still wide open.

He had kept his promise—letting the whole world hear our passion. Another orgasm swept through me, my moans filling the room as my eyes rolled back involuntarily. My body was completely out of control, as if being torn apart by pleasure. Just then, I felt a sharp pain in my neck, which was quickly replaced by a strange ecstasy. Stars flashed before my eyes, and I nearly lost consciousness before everything faded to black.

The next morning, I was awakened by the chirping of birds. I stretched my legs, surprised to find they weren't as sore as I'd expected. Memories of the previous night came flooding back, and I sat up abruptly in bed, my heart racing.

Ryder was beside me, just waking up, his voice carrying a touch of laziness. "Good morning."

"Last night..." My gaze involuntarily shifted to the now-closed balcony door, shame washing over me. The entire pack probably heard my moans! I couldn't imagine facing their eyes, especially Ryder's father. My face instantly turned red, as if on fire.

"Yes?" Ryder's voice held a hint of smugness as his arm slid around my waist, trying to pull me back into bed. His lips approached my neck, kissing it lightly, as if teasing my embarrassment.

"The entire pack probably heard!" I gasped softly, collapsing onto the pillow and covering my face with my hands. My mind conjured horrifying images: pack members whispering, even mocking glances. How could I ever leave this room?

"Maybe. I'm just that good." Ryder's tone carried a hint of playfulness as he continued kissing my neck, completely unconcerned about my discomfort.

"What if your father heard? I can never leave this room again!" I was almost in tears, shame overwhelming me like a flood. I even began to regret last night's abandon, despite experiencing pleasure I'd never known before.

"No one will say a word." Ryder sighed, getting up from the bed, his tone carrying a hint of impatience.

"What? You commanded the entire pack through the mind link not to mention this? Isn't that worse? 'Hey, people, if you didn't hear me and your Luna last night, don't bring it up!' That sounds just great!" My voice dripped with sarcasm, filled with embarrassment and anger.

Ryder looked back at me, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smug smile, as if my reaction was exactly what he had expected.