His Abandoned Luna Chapter 61

|| Alaric’s POV ||

She disappeared from my life only to come back as a storm. The moment I saw her walking into that gala, my heart sank. There she was, radiant in her navy blue gown, her light brown hair cascading in soft curls around her shoulders, her face hidden behind that exquisite mask. She looked like a vision, a dream I had long since given up on. But the sight of her searching for a mate-her eyes scanning the room, her scent mingling with the air-felt like a dagger to my chest. Wasn't I enough for her? Had I meant nothing? The thought of losing her, of her finding someone else, made my world tilt on its axis. If I lost her, I would lose everything-my purpose, my existence.

And now, she was here, in my arms. The anger and hurt still simmered beneath the surface, but they were overshadowed by the overwhelming relief of having her close again. How could I forgive her so quickly? What spell had she cast over me? I didn't know. All I knew was that my world began and ended with her. She was my gravity, my north star, and I was helpless to resist her pull.

I closed the distance between us, my hand sliding to the back of her neck, pulling her to me until our lips were inches apart. Her breath hitched, her eyes wide and searching, but I didn't give her a chance to speak. My lips crashed onto hers, claiming her in a kiss that was as much about possession as it was about desperation. She gasped into my mouth, her body trembling against mine, but she didn't resist. Instead, she kissed me back with a fervor that matched my own, her hands gripping the front of my shirt as if she was afraid I might disappear.

"You're mine," I growled against her lips, the words leaving no room for argument. "Every inch of you. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Mine. You are not allowed to look for your mate, Lilac. I am all you will have in this life and in the afterlife."

My hand tightened in her hair, pulling her closer as I deepened the kiss, my tongue devouring every inch of her mouth. She moaned softly, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. Her body melted into mine, her hips pressing against me in a way that made my restraint snap. My other hand gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto my lap. Her legs spread around my thighs, her dress riding up as she settled against me. The heat of her core pressed against my hardness, and I groaned, my control slipping further.

Her hips moved against me, slow and deliberate, the friction driving me wild. I craved her-her body, her vulnerability, the way she responded to me with a mixture of desperation and need. My hand slid around her back, gripping her hip as I guided her movements, my hardness pressing insistently against her core. She moaned again, the sound sending a shiver down my spine, and I broke the kiss, my eyes locking onto hers.

"Do you feel that?" I murmured, my voice rough with desire. "Do you feel how much I want you? How much I need you?"

Her answer was a whimper, her hands clutching at my shoulders as she rocked against me. I could feel her arousal, the way her body was already responding to me, and it only fueled my hunger. My hand moved to the zipper of her dress, and in one swift motion, I pulled it down, letting the fabric pool around her waist. She sat there, naked on top of me, her skin glowing in the dim light of the room. My breath caught at the sight of her-perfect, flawless, mine.

Her lips were still warm from mine as I pulled away, my breath ragged, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum echoing in the quiet of the night. I couldn't get enough of her-her taste, sweet and intoxicating, like the first sip of wine after a long drought; her scent, a heady mix of vanilla and something uniquely her, something that made my head spin and my soul ache. The way her body seemed to melt into mine, as if we were two halves of a whole, destined to fit together, to belong to each other. It was more than desire, more than need. It was a hunger that went beyond the physical, a longing that rooted itself deep in my chest, in the very core of who I was.

I trailed my lips down her jawline, savoring the softness of her skin, the way it felt like silk beneath my touch. Every inch of her was a revelation, a treasure I wanted to explore endlessly. She shivered under my hands, a delicate tremor that spoke of her vulnerability, her trust in me. It was a trust I would never betray, a gift I would cherish and protect with everything I had. Her neck was my favorite, that delicate curve where her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird, a fragile rhythm that betrayed the intensity of her emotions. I kissed her there, slow and deliberate, my lips brushing against her skin with a reverence that bordered on worship. She was my sanctuary, my salvation, and in that moment, I wanted her to feel it-to feel how much she meant to me, how deeply she had claimed me.

Her breath hitched as my teeth grazed her skin, a soft gasp escaping her lips that sent a thrill coursing through me. I loved that sound, loved the way she responded to me, the way her body came alive under my hands. It was a power I wielded with care, a responsibility I took seriously. She was mine, completely and utterly mine, but not only in the way of ownership. No, she was mine in the way the stars belonged to the night sky, in the way the ocean belonged to the shore-inextricably, inevitably, beautifully. And I was hers, just as completely, just as irrevocably.

My wolf stirred within me, a low growl rumbling in my chest as it demanded I mark her, claim her in the most primal way. But I held back, restraining the beast. Not yet. Not like this.

"Alaric!" she whispered, my name slipping past her lips like a secret she hadn't meant to say aloud. There was something fragile in her voice, something hesitant but filled with unspoken need, and it sent a sharp rush of satisfaction through me.