His Abandoned Luna Chapter 202

|| Lilac’s POV ||

The fire in our chambers had burned low, casting flickering shadows across the walls. I stood by the window, the cool night air doing nothing to ease the heat beneath my skin. I had decided. Tomorrow, I would go to Endora. Tomorrow, I would sacrifice the bond that had tied my soul to Alaric’s. I would do whatever it takes to keep my daughter alive.

‘What about Alaric and Hunter?’ Runa howled in my head. The thought of cutting off the bond was too hurtful.

‘I can’t loose my daughter either. We need to figure this out,’ I replied.

‘Something is off, Lilac. We should go but with a plan,’ Runa reminded me again. And I agreed to her.

‘I’ll leave that to you. Do whatever you need to save the bond. I will do my part to save our baby. I am not loosing either of them,’ I told her in a calm tone.

Tomorrow I would give it all for my daughter. But tonight... it was about Alaric.

Tonight, I would take what I could.

I felt him before I heard him, the shift in the air, the warmth that always followed him like a second skin. His arms slid around my waist, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my neck.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive skin below my ear.

I shivered. “Then make me stop.”

His hands tightened on my hips, turning me to face him. The firelight gilded the sharp angles of his face, his green eyes dark with hunger.

“Tell me what you need.”

You. Always you! Even if I make a foolish choice... still you.

I didn’t speak. Instead, I fisted my hands in his shirt and dragged his mouth to mine. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Will it be the last time I am kissing you?

The kiss was desperate, bruising. His tongue swept against mine, claiming, devouring, as if he could memorize the taste of me. I arched into him, my nails scraping down his chest, reveling in the growl it tore from his throat.

“Lilac-”

“Don’t talk,” I breathed against his lips. “Just take me.”

His hands were rough as they shoved my nightgown from my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my feet. The cool air prickled my bare skin, but his gaze burned hotter, tracing every curve, every scar, as if committing me to memory.

“Beautiful,” he rasped.

I reached for him, my fingers trembling as I undid the laces of his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking, and my mouth watered at the sight.

Alaric’s breath hitched as I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly, savoring the way his hips jerked into my touch.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his fingers tangling in my hair. “If you keep doing that, this won’t last.”

I smirked, dropping to my knees. “Then don’t hold back.”

Is this the last time, Alaric?

'No... I have a plan,' Runa growled in my head. Good!

His groan was ragged as I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head before sinking down, deeper, until he hit the back of my throat. His thighs trembled, his grip on my hair tightening as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard.

“Dove... Ah-” he groaned.

I pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at him through my lashes. “Not yet.”

He hauled me up, his mouth crashing into mine as he backed me toward the bed. My knees hit the edge, and then I was falling, the sheets cool against my bare skin.

Alaric followed, his body covering mine, his weight a delicious pressure. His lips trailed down my neck, my collarbone, lower… and lower.

“Alaric,” I gasped as his mouth closed over my nipple, his tongue flicking the peak before biting down just enough to make me arch.

His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding me drenched.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through my folds before circling my clit.

I whimpered, my hips lifting, seeking more. “Please-”

He chuckled darkly, adding a second finger, curling them just right-

“Alaric!” My back bowed as pleasure ripped through me, white-hot and blinding.

He didn’t let me come. Before I could catch my breath, he was flipping me onto my stomach, his hand pressing between my shoulder blades as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I turned my head, meeting his gaze over my shoulder.

His thrust was brutal, perfect, filling me in one smooth stroke.

“Mine,” he growled, his hips snapping forward.

“Yours,” I choked out, my fingers clutching the sheets.

Always yours! Even after giving up on the bond... I will still be yours. You have my heart, my soul, my everything.

He fucked me like it was the last time, hard, deep, relentless, each thrust dragging a moan from my lips. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall, but I didn’t care.

All I cared about was the way his body moved with mine, the way his breath hitched when I clenched around him, the way his fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he chased his release.

“Come with me,” he panted, his pace faltering.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my vision whiting out as pleasure tore through me. Alaric followed with a groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder in a final, claiming bite.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. “I love you,” he murmured into my hair.

I closed my eyes, memorizing the feel of him, the scent, the sound of his heartbeat beneath my ear. His scent was in my every cell.

One last night. One last time.