His Abandoned Luna Chapter 139

|| Lilac's POV ||

The tension between us had softened, replaced by a quiet, almost fragile calm. Alaric's voice broke the silence, his tone light but carrying an undercurrent of something deeper. "Hungry? Let's go back to my house. I'll cook."

I smiled, a small, genuine one that felt foreign on my lips.

"I don't think you're in any shape to cook," I teased, my eyes scanning his disheveled appearance. His hair was a mess, his clothes wrinkled, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.

"Yeah... I look bad, don't I?" he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Probably should've taken a shower."

"You should," I said, my tone playful but soft. "Though I'm not complaining about your scent. I love it."

His eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. It felt normal to be here with him, as if the chaos of the past few weeks had never happened. As if we were just two people, sharing a quiet moment in the midst of a storm.

We walked back to his house, the familiar path feeling like a lifeline. Marcus had arranged for food to be delivered, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a pang of hunger. The smell of the food filled the room, warm and comforting, and I realized how much I'd been neglecting myself.

As we sat down to eat, Alaric broke the silence, his voice hesitant. "Why are you here?"

I looked up, meeting his gaze. There was no judgment in his eyes, only curiosity and something else-something raw and unspoken.

"I heard the big bad alpha was whining over somebody. So I had to come and see for myself," I replied, my tone light but carrying a hint of truth.

"That bad, huh?" he said, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin.

"Yeah," I said, reaching out to poke his nose. The gesture felt natural, like something I'd done a thousand times before.

He caught my hand, his grip gentle but firm, and for a moment, we just sat there, the air between us charged with something unspoken. Then he broke the silence, his voice soft but insistent. "Stay here... for the night."

I hesitated, my mind racing. This house, his presence, it all felt like home-somewhere I should be, somewhere I belonged. Why didn't I feel the same way with Elias? In fact, this was the first time I'd thought of Elias all day. The guilt was there, lingering at the edges of my mind, but it was overshadowed by the pull I felt toward Alaric.

Forget it, I told myself. I've already crossed so many lines. What's one more?

"Okay," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

The evening passed in a blur of quiet moments and stolen glances. We talked, we laughed, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like myself again. The weight of the world seemed to lift, if only for a little while, and I allowed myself to be present, to soak in the comfort of his presence.

As the night deepened, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew heavier, charged with an unspoken tension that neither of us could ignore. We were sitting on the couch, the fire crackling in the hearth, when Alaric reached out, his fingers brushing against mine.

"Dove," he said, his voice low and rough.

I turned to him, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that mirrored my own. Without thinking, I leaned in, my lips brushing against his in a kiss that was both tender and desperate.

He responded instantly, his hands tangling in my hair as he deepened the kiss. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as his hands roamed my body, mapping every curve as if committing me to memory.

I pulled away slightly, my breath coming in short gasps, and looked into his eyes. "Alaric," I whispered, my voice trembling.

He didn't respond with words. Instead, he kissed me again, his hands gripping my waist as he pulled me closer. The heat between us was unbearable, a fire that threatened to consume us both.

I slid off the couch, kneeling between his legs, my hands resting on his thighs. His breath hitched as I looked up at him, my eyes dark with desire. "Let me," I whispered, my voice low and husky.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine as I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. The sound of his sharp intake of breath was like music to my ears as I freed him from his confines. He was hard, throbbing with need, and I couldn't resist the urge to taste him.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against the tip before taking him into my mouth. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I began to move, my tongue swirling around him in a way that had him trembling beneath me. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I reveled in the power I had over him in that moment.

His grip on my hair tightened as I took him deeper, my movements slow and deliberate. I could feel him losing control, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to hold back. But I didn't want him to hold back. I wanted him to let go, to lose himself in the pleasure I was giving him.

"Lilac," he groaned, his voice rough and desperate. "Fuck..."

I hummed in response, the vibrations sending a shiver through him. His grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel him getting closer, his body tensing as he fought to hold on.

"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.

I didn't stop. Instead, I took him deeper, my movements becoming more urgent as I pushed him over the edge. He came with a groan, his body shuddering as he spilled himself into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, my own body trembling with need as I pulled away, looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at me, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire.

"Dove," he whispered, his voice rough.

I stood up, my legs shaky as I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. His hands gripped my hips, his eyes are darker than before, as if Hunter was on edge, pulling me closer, he growled, "we are not done yet, my Luna."