From Rejected Mate to Luna Chapter 114

Julia's POV

His smile turned primal as he gently lowered me to the forest floor, the soft carpet of pine needles cushioning my back. Matthew positioned himself above me, his powerful body caging mine as he kissed down my neck, slowly working his way lower. The warmth of his mouth trailed between my breasts, across my stomach, his hands following the curve of my waist, my hips.

I trembled as he pushed my dress up around my waist, his fingers hooking into my underwear and sliding them down my legs with deliberate slowness. The summer breeze kissed my exposed skin, heightening every sensation. Matthew's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, vulnerable yet wanting beneath him.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

When his mouth replaced his fingers between my thighs, I gasped, my hands flying to tangle in his hair. The first touch of his tongue against my most sensitive spot sent electricity shooting through my body. My back arched involuntarily as he traced slow, deliberate patterns, each one more intense than the last.

"Matthew," I moaned, unable to form more coherent thoughts as he continued his intimate exploration.

His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as I squirmed beneath him. The contrast between the rough forest floor beneath me and the velvet softness of his tongue created a sensory overload that had me panting. Each circle, each stroke brought me closer to the edge.

When he slipped one finger inside me, still working with his tongue, the dual sensation made my thighs tremble. He added a second finger, curling them forward to find that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"That's it," he murmured against my flesh, the vibration of his words adding yet another layer of pleasure. "Let go for me, Julia."

My wolf howled inside me, surrendering completely to his touch. The pressure built relentlessly, my breathing coming in short, desperate gasps as he increased his pace. When he gently scraped his teeth against my sensitive bundle of nerves while pressing his fingers deeper, I shattered completely.

"Matthew!" I cried out, not caring who might hear as waves of intense pleasure washed over me. My body convulsed around his fingers, my hands gripping his hair tightly as he worked me through every aftershock, only easing when I became too sensitive.

He looked up at me with a satisfied smile, his lips glistening, eyes dark with desire as he slowly crawled back up my body.

"That was just the beginning," he promised, his voice a low growl that made my already sensitive body respond with renewed desire.

"Matthew, please," I begged, tugging him back up my body. I needed to feel him, all of him. I fumbled with his belt, my hands shaking with urgency as I helped him undress.

Just as he positioned himself between my legs, Matthew suddenly froze, concern flashing across his face.

"Julia, I don't have a condom with me," he said, his voice strained with the effort of his restraint.

I reached up to touch his face, desire making me bold. "It's okay. I can take the morning-after pill." I pulled him closer, whispering against his ear. "We've been together for months now. You've always been careful. Once without won't hurt."

He hesitated, searching my eyes. "Are you sure? I don't want to risk—"

"I'm sure," I interrupted, wrapping my legs around his waist. "I want to feel you. All of you."

With a groan of surrender, Matthew pushed forward slowly, entering me without any barrier between us for the first time. The sensation was intensely intimate, causing us both to gasp.

"God, Julia," he breathed against my neck, his voice reverent. "You feel incredible."

When he finally began to move, the sensation was unlike anything we'd ever shared in the confines of a bedroom. Here, in the vastness of the forest, Matthew seemed unleashed—primal and uninhibited. Each powerful thrust drove me deeper into the soft earth, pine needles cushioning my back as he claimed me with an intensity that took my breath away.

"God, Julia," he growled, leveraging the solid ground beneath his knees to drive deeper than he ever had before. "Out here... with you... it's different."

The openness of the forest clearing allowed him complete freedom of movement. Without the constraints of a bed or walls, Matthew's body moved with raw, animalistic power. He gripped my thighs, adjusting my position with ease, lifting my hips to meet each forceful thrust. My nails raked down his sweat-slicked back, leaving marks that made him growl with approval.

The forest around us seemed to fade into a sensory backdrop—dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above, casting golden patterns across our joined bodies. Birds called in the distance, the wind rustled through leaves, and somewhere water trickled over stones—nature's soundtrack to our passion. The earthy scent of soil mixed with pine and the musky aroma of sex created an intoxicating blend that heightened every sensation.

"Anyone could walk by," Matthew whispered roughly against my ear, his pace never slowing. "Anyone could see how perfectly you take me." The forbidden thrill of his words sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

His hands found purchase in the soil beside my head, giving him leverage to increase his tempo. The new angle hit something deep inside that had me crying out, my voice echoing through the trees. Matthew's eyes flashed with Alpha gold, his wolf clearly reveling in taking his mate in the wild.

"Let them hear you," he commanded, one hand moving to grip my jaw, forcing me to look at him as he drove relentlessly into me. "Let them all know who you belong to."

My wolf responded to his dominance, arching to meet each powerful thrust, surrendering completely as Matthew's pace became almost punishing in its intensity. The solid ground beneath us allowed him to use his full strength, each movement more primal than would ever be possible on a mattress.

"Let go," he commanded against my ear, his voice rough with need. "Let me see you come apart."

His words pushed me over the edge. I shattered beneath him, waves of pleasure radiating outward as I called his name. Seconds later, I felt him tense above me, his own release washing through him as he buried his face in my neck, breathing my name like a prayer.

In this secluded part of the forest, away from the noise and responsibilities of the pack, I allowed myself to sink fully into the aftermath of what we'd shared. His touch, his scent, everything about him made my wolf purr with contentment. For the first time, I felt I might have found where I belonged—somewhere I didn't need to hide, somewhere I didn't need to be afraid.