From Rejected Mate to Luna Chapter 87

Matthew's POV

When Julia called me "Professor Collins" with that shy smile, something primal stirred inside me. The contrast between her innocent expression and the suggestive words sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me. My cock twitched in anticipation as she maintained eye contact, slowly lowering her head toward my groin.

First came the touch of her fingers—tentative, exploring, wrapping around my shaft with gentle pressure that made me fight to keep still. Her thumb traced the sensitive vein running along the underside, and I couldn't stop the low groan that escaped my throat. The sight of her delicate hand against my skin, the look of concentration on her face as she gauged my reactions—it was almost unbearably erotic.

"Is this okay?" she asked, her breath warm against my heated flesh.

"God, yes," I managed, my voice already strained.

Her lips brushed against the tip—just the lightest touch, but it sent electricity shooting through my body. Then her tongue darted out, a quick, experimental lick that made my hips jerk involuntarily. She smiled at my reaction, growing bolder, circling the head with deliberate slowness that had me gripping the sheets.

The teasing was sweet torture. Each sensation—her warm breath, the wetness of her tongue, the slight friction of her palm—built upon the last until I was fighting for control. When she finally took me into her mouth, the wet heat enveloping just the tip at first, I had to close my eyes momentarily, overwhelmed by pleasure.

"That's it," I encouraged as her warm mouth slowly took more of me, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside. "Use your tongue along the underside—yes, just like that."

I fought to keep my hips still, not wanting to overwhelm her. Her eyes kept flicking up to mine, checking for approval, learning from my reactions. The sight of her—this brilliant, beautiful woman focused so intently on pleasuring me—was almost too much to bear.

"Faster now," I managed, my voice strained. "And a little more pressure with your hand."

She followed my instructions perfectly, her confidence growing with each response she drew from me. When she combined the movements of her mouth with her hand, I felt the familiar tightening that signaled I was close.

"Julia, stop," I gasped, gently pulling her away. "I'm too close, and we have other things to discuss."

She moved up beside me, looking both pleased with herself and slightly disappointed. "Did I do something wrong?"

"God, no," I laughed breathlessly. "You did everything right. Too right."

We lay together, my heart still racing as I regained control. After a few moments, I turned to face her. "What happens after tomorrow? When the research project ends?"

Julia traced patterns on my chest. "I could visit on weekends," she suggested. "And you could come to campus sometimes when you're free."

I frowned, not satisfied with this arrangement. "I want to see you every day."

"Needy Alpha," she teased, poking my chest.

"Tell me you don't want the same," I challenged.

Julia shrugged with exaggerated casualness. "I mean, it would be nice, but I'm not desperate or anything."

"No?" I growled playfully, lowering my head to capture one of her nipples between my teeth, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

"Okay, okay!" she laughed, squirming beneath me. "I want to see you every day too. But we both have responsibilities, don't we? You have a pack to lead, and I have classes."

I considered this problem while trailing kisses across her collarbone. The solution seemed obvious to me, but I didn't want to spring it on her yet. Better to arrange everything first, make sure it was possible.

"I think I have an idea," I said mysteriously.

"Are you going to tell me?" she asked, running her fingers through my hair.

"Not yet," I grinned. "I want to surprise you."

"That's not fair," she pouted.

"Trust me," I said, kissing her softly. "It's a good one."

"You know," I said, tracing Julia's cheek with my fingertip, "I just realized you've never once called me 'Alpha.'"

She smiled, meeting my gaze with those warm honey-brown eyes. "That's because you're not my Alpha. We're from different packs, remember?"

Something primal surged inside me at her words. Hati, my wolf, paced restlessly, urging me to claim her, to make her ours completely. I clenched my jaw, feeling the tension radiate through my body as I fought against the overwhelming instinct to mark her right then and there.

"You have no idea," I said, my voice dropping to a rough whisper, "how much I want you to be mine. How much I want to make you my mate." I trailed my fingers down her throat to the spot where my mark would go. "How much I want to hear you call me Alpha when I'm inside you."

I watched her breath catch, saw the flush spread across her skin at my words. I hadn't meant to be so blunt, but seeing her beneath me, knowing she was willing to give herself to me but not fully commit yet—it drove me to a kind of honesty I couldn't filter.

I wanted her submission to be freely given, not demanded or coerced. I wanted her to choose me completely, in her own time.

"Matthew," she whispered, pulling me closer.

I held her gaze, letting her see everything I felt—the promise of patience alongside the depth of my need. Someday, I hoped, she would be ready to belong to my pack, my world. And when that day came, hearing her call me Alpha would mean so much more than just acknowledging my position of power.

"Daniel wanted my family's approval before he would even consider marking me," she said hesitantly. "Is that... is that something you're worried about too?"

I didn't need to think about my answer. "No." I cupped her face in my hands, making sure she saw the conviction in my eyes. "This is between us, Julia. Just us. If your family has concerns, we'll address them. If they object, we'll work to change their minds. But their opinions won't change how I feel about you or what I want."

I meant every word. After losing Rachel, after years of emptiness, I'd found something real with Julia—something I'd chosen, not something fate had decided for me. I wouldn't let anyone's disapproval take that away.

I watched something shift in her expression, a softening in her eyes that made my chest tighten. She looked at me like no one had ever put her first before. The realization made me want to hold her tighter, to prove with every action that she would always be my priority.

Julia sighed, then her lips curved into a smile that sent heat coursing through me.

"Alright," she said, her fingers sliding down my chest to my stomach. "I think we've talked enough before sex, don't you? Time to get to the main event."

I caught her hand, bringing it to my lips. "You have no idea how much I want that," I said, my voice rough with desire. "I just needed to be sure you'd thought everything through."

Instead of answering, Julia simply pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips, her naked body glowing in the soft light. Her head tilted slightly as she looked down at me, her hair falling like a curtain around her face. Then, with deliberate slowness, she took my hands and placed them on her breasts, arching into my touch with a soft moan that made coherent thought impossible.

No further discussion was needed.