From Rejected Mate to Luna Chapter 122

Grace's POV

I pushed the door to room 1507 open gently, finding it slightly ajar just as Jack had promised. The sound of bubbling champagne and the faint scent of sandalwood immediately enveloped me—a perfect setting, as always. Jack may be a Beta, but he understood atmosphere better than most Alphas I'd met.

"You're seven minutes late," Jack's voice drifted from the balcony. He stood with his back to me, swirling a champagne flute, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the city lights.

"A woman needs to maintain some mystery," I placed my purse on the nightstand. "Besides, tomorrow's star deserves the privilege of being fashionably late."

With his back still turned, I seized the opportunity. I unzipped my red dress with practiced stealth, letting it pool at my feet. From my oversized purse, I pulled out the carefully folded white wedding gown I'd picked up from alterations that afternoon. The silk rustled softly as I stepped into it, heart racing with delicious anticipation.

I slipped off my lace underwear, leaving myself bare beneath the voluminous skirts. A thrill of wickedness shot through me—Nathan's precious bride, naked under her wedding dress in another man's hotel room.

"What's taking you so—" Jack turned around, his words dying in his throat. His eyes widened, shifting instantly to deep amber as he took in the sight of me in my wedding dress. The predatory hunger in his gaze was exactly the reaction I'd hoped for.

"Do you like your surprise?" I asked, enjoying the way his eyes tracked my every movement.

"Fuck, Grace," he whispered, crossing the room in three long strides. "You're going to be the death of me."

His mouth crashed against mine, hungry and desperate. His hands instinctively moved downward but met the expansive skirt, frustration growling in his throat. I smiled against his lips, enjoying his struggle.

Jack backed me toward the bed, pushing me down and dropping to his knees. He shoved the mountain of white fabric upward, his eyes darkening when he discovered my secret.

"No underwear?" His voice was strained, barely human. "You're wicked."

"Only for you," I whispered, my calculated words rewarded by the flash of possession in his eyes.

His mouth found me then, eager and skilled. His tongue traced a deliberate path along my most sensitive flesh, alternating between gentle flicks and firm, purposeful strokes. Each movement was calculated to maximize pleasure, his experience evident in how he responded to my every subtle reaction.

I arched against him, fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him exactly where I needed, applying just enough pressure to communicate my desires without words.

When he focused his attention on my most sensitive point, circling it with expert precision before drawing it between his lips, I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan that might have been heard in neighboring rooms.

The contrast was deliciously sinful—the pure white dress, symbol of my upcoming union with Nathan, hiked around my waist while Jack's tongue worked its magic between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place as I writhed against him.

The forbidden nature of it all heightened every sensation—the wet heat of his mouth, the slight roughness of his stubble against my inner thighs, the knowledge that tomorrow these same intimate parts would belong to another man. Each stroke of his tongue sent electricity up my spine, building toward a release that I could feel gathering deep within me.

My release hit suddenly, waves of pleasure making me cry out his name. Jack looked up at me with smug satisfaction, his lips glistening.

He stood, fumbling with his belt and zipper, pushing his pants down his hips. His hand reached toward the nightstand drawer—for protection, I knew—but I caught his wrist.

"Don't," I commanded softly. "I'm marrying Nathan tomorrow. We'll complete the bond. Even if I conceived tonight, who would question it?"

The implication hung between us—the ultimate betrayal, the ultimate power play. Jack's eyes blazed with primal desire at the thought. He positioned himself between my legs, pushing the wedding dress up around my waist, exposing me fully to him.

When he entered me, I gasped at the perfect fullness. But I wasn't content to simply receive—power demanded action. I pushed against his chest, rolling us until I straddled him, the wedding dress billowing around us like a white cloud.

"You look like a goddess," he groaned, his hands finding the zipper at my back, pulling it down just enough for my breasts to spill forward.

The cool air hardened my nipples instantly as my full breasts bounced freely with each movement of my hips. Jack's eyes darkened with hunger at the sight, his pupils dilating until only a thin ring of blue remained.

When his warm palm captured my left breast, roughly kneading the soft flesh, I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped my lips. His thumb circled my nipple with just enough pressure to make my inner muscles clench around him.

The dual sensations—his thickness filling me below while his fingers worked magic above—sent sparks of pleasure ricocheting through my body. With each rise and fall of my hips, my breasts bounced rhythmically, hypnotically, and Jack's gaze remained transfixed on them.

When he leaned forward to take one hardened peak into his mouth, sucking firmly while his tongue flicked rapidly across the sensitive tip, my back arched involuntarily. The sharp jolt of pleasure that shot from my breast straight to my core made me grind down harder onto him.

One hand captured my breast, fingers teasing the sensitive peak while his other hand slipped between us, finding the center of my pleasure. I rode him with increasing urgency, taking my pleasure and giving it in equal measure. The wedding dress restricted my movements, adding to the forbidden thrill—I was claiming what was mine while wrapped in the symbol of what I was sacrificing it for.

My second climax built rapidly, crashing over me with surprising intensity. I threw my head back, crying out his name. Jack's rhythm faltered, his fingers digging into my hips as he followed me over the edge, his release pulsing inside me.

In that moment of shared ecstasy, Jack suddenly pulled me down, his face burying in my neck, teeth grazing the marking spot. The primal instinct to claim, to mark me as his forever, surfaced in his glazed eyes.

A chill shot through my entire body. My mind snapped to clarity through the haze of desire. A mark meant an eternal connection, meant losing control over Nathan, losing my chance to become the Alpha's mate, losing everything I'd schemed. In that moment, instinct and ambition merged into pure survival response.

"No!" I shoved him away with such force he nearly tumbled from the bed. My hand delivered a resounding slap across his face, the sound echoing through the room.