The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 150

The shower was the first real peace I’d had in… I didn’t even know how long.

Hot water slammed over my shoulders, down my spine, hitting every aching muscle like it was personally apologizing for the last seventy-two hours of my life. The tiles were warm beneath my feet, steam curling around me until it felt like I was wrapped in clouds.

For the first time since waking in that damn void, I felt my lungs actually expand.

Gods… I needed this.

Mason had shown me to this room earlier — a quiet bedroom tucked into one of the larger tunnel branches. He didn’t say anything about the fact that it was probably nicer than the one he slept in, but the way Toren glared told me he noticed.

And the bathroom?

Big.

Stupidly big.

Unnecessarily big.

Black marble floors, a shower the size of a small cave, a rainfall showerhead, built-in shelves, a mirror that didn’t fog (whatever witchcraft that was)… it was luxury buried underground.

*Of course Mason had a luxury bunker. Why wouldn’t he?*

I braced my hands against the shower wall and let the heat melt into me. My body still ached from evolving — every muscle sore, every joint stiff. The markings along my skin throbbed faintly, pulsing like they were alive.

For a brief moment, I wondered where everyone else was — Toren barking orders somewhere, Tyson probably trying to fight a wall, Talon worrying himself into an aneurysm, the twins nesting around the entire pack like over-caffeinated mother hens.

But right now?

I needed the world to not exist.

I tilted my head back under the water, letting it soak my hair, wash away the dirt, the fear, the dried sweat of panic and power and prophecy.

For a moment, it was just me.

Until it wasn’t.

A shift in the air — the faintest change in the steam — warned me a split-second before strong arms slid around my waist from behind.

“Toren—” I breathed, not surprised, but my heart still jumped.

He pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades, his bare chest warm even under the scalding water. “You disappeared,” he murmured, voice deeper than the water around us. “I nearly tore the tunnels apart looking for you.”

I leaned back into him, letting his presence sink over me like another kind of heat. His hands flattened along my stomach, grounding me, protective even in the quietest touch.

“I needed a minute,” I whispered.

“You needed support.” His lips brushed the side of my neck — soft, reverent, not demanding. “And I needed to make sure you were breathing.”

A shiver ran through me, not from cold, but from him — from the bond humming between us, from the way his worry seeped through the cracks in his voice.

Toren's hands slid over my wet skin, fingers splaying wide across my stomach, pulling me flush against his chest. His cock pressed hard against my ass, already thick and insistent, the heat of him cutting through the steam like a promise. I sighed into the spray, arching back to mold my body to his, the ache in my muscles easing under his touch.

His lips parted against my neck, tongue flicking out to trace the curve where shoulder met throat, then teeth grazing just enough to send a shiver down my spine.

"Missed you," he murmured, voice low and rough, vibrating through me as his hands roamed higher, cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked tight and sensitive.

I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access, my own hands reaching back to grip his thighs, feeling the corded muscle tense under my palms. The water pounded down on us, slicking our skin, making every slide of his body against mine electric.

He ground his hips forward, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks, teasing the cleft without entering, the friction building a slow burn in my core.

One hand dipped lower, fingers trailing over my hip, dipping between my thighs to part my folds. He found my clit easily, swollen from the heat and the relief of his presence, rubbing slow, firm strokes that made my breath hitch.

"So wet already," he growled against my ear, nipping the lobe before sucking it into his mouth.

I moaned, pushing back against him, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled. His fingers circled my entrance, then pushed inside—two at first, thick and curling to stroke that spot deep within that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

He pumped them steadily, matching the rhythm of his thumb on my clit, his other hand pinching my nipple just hard enough to sting.

"Toren," I gasped, legs parting wider on the slick tiles, bracing one hand on the wall as the pleasure coiled tight. 

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, only to guide his cock to my entrance, the broad head nudging against me. With a single, smooth thrust, he sank inside, stretching my walls around his length, filling me completely. "I've wanted to do this since I heard that you were pregnant." He whispered in my ear.

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, mingling with the steam and the relentless pound of water. Pregnant. I pressed back against him, my pussy clenching around his cock as he bottomed out, his hips flush to my ass.

Toren's breath was hot against my ear, ragged as he started to move, pulling out halfway before driving back in, each thrust deliberate, hitting deep enough to make my toes curl against the wet tiles. 

"You're mine," he growled, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat—not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of his strength. His other arm locked around my waist, fingers splaying over my lower belly, right where our future grew.

He released my throat to reach around, his rough palm cupping my mound, fingers finding my clit and rubbing firm circles that had me bucking against him.

"Fuck, Toren—yes," I moaned, my voice echoing off the marble, lost in the roar of the shower.

He sped up, his cock slamming into me now, the slap of wet skin on skin mixing with my whimpers. His teeth sank into my shoulder again, harder this time, the sting pushing me closer to the edge.

I felt him swell inside me, his thrusts turning erratic, and then he buried himself deep, groaning low as he came, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy, marking me from the inside. The sensation tipped me over—my orgasm crashed through me, muscles seizing, juices mixing with his release and the water running down my thighs.

I cried out, legs shaking, but he held me up, his body a solid anchor as waves of pleasure left me trembling.

He didn't pull out right away, staying seated inside me, his lips pressing soft kisses to my neck as we both caught our breath. "Ours," he murmured, hand still gentle on my belly. "All of this is ours."