The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 55

Cole was the kind of warrior who didn’t need words to command respect.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with scars carved into his arms like a history written in blood and battle. He rarely spoke, but when he did, others listened. Toren trusted him enough to send him with the twins into town, and that told me everything I needed to know. Cole wasn’t just muscle—he was loyalty made flesh.

The door clicked shut behind Cole and the twins, their voices fading down the hall. For the first time that morning, the room was silent. Just me. Just Toren.

And the second the lock slid into place, he was on me.

Toren pulled me against his chest so hard I gasped, his mouth crashing down on mine. His teeth caught my lower lip, biting—not gentle, not asking, but taking. A sharp sting bloomed, only to be drowned in the heat of his tongue claiming mine.

When he pulled back, breath ragged, his eyes blazed.

A growl ripped from my throat before I even realized it.

I couldn’t control myself after that.

I spun him around, shoving him down until the backs of his knees hit the bed. He let himself fall, his lips quirking in something dangerously close to a smirk—like he wanted me feral.

Good. Because that’s exactly what I was.

I climbed up onto the mattress, straddling him in one quick motion. The hem of his white t-shirt skimmed my thighs, but underneath, there was nothing. Just skin. Just me.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled, his wolf close enough I could feel it vibrating through him. His hands itched to touch me—I saw it in the twitch of his fingers—but he didn’t stop me. Not when I pressed my mouth back to his, not when I kissed the sharp edge of his jaw, not when I nipped at the curve of his neck with teasing bites.

“Starlight…” His voice was already breaking, rough and raw.

I smiled against his throat, then reached down, boldness burning through me. My fingers slid over the thick ridge straining against his jeans. I unzipped him slow, deliberate, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “I love that sound you make.”

As if to prove me right, a low growl—half moan, half warning—escaped him when I freed him from the confines of his pants. Hard. Heavy. Hot against my palm.

The sound unraveled me.

With my free hand, claws slipped from my fingertips, unbidden, instinctive. I dragged them lightly down his chest, watching scarlet beads spring up in their wake. The scent of his blood mingled with his arousal, sharp and intoxicating.

Toren groaned. Groaned. His head tipped back against the sheets, his body shuddering beneath me as though my claws were worship, not wound.

“Fuck, Kira,” he hissed, voice trembling. “You’ll undo me.”

“Good,” I breathed, lowering myself.

The stretch was instant, overwhelming, and I cried out—his name breaking from my lips like a prayer. Every inch of him filled me, hard and unrelenting, pressing into places I didn’t know existed.

“Toren…” The word spilled out like worship, like begging, like surrender.

His grip clamped down on my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. He didn’t guide me gently. No, he demanded. He dragged me up, then forced me back down onto him, over and over, until the rhythm seared itself into me.

The moans tearing out of my throat weren’t quiet. They couldn’t be.

And then it hit. That strange pain again.

It flared in my shoulder first, the same place his teeth had grazed the night before. It licked down my neck, sharp and electric, then slid lower—straight between my breasts, burning a line of fire down into my core.

I gasped, clutching at his chest. The pain wasn’t just pain anymore. It twisted with pleasure, feeding it, amplifying it. The deeper he thrust, the hotter it burned, until I wasn’t sure if I was coming apart from him, from it, or from both.

“Toren—” My voice cracked. “It hurts. But… gods, I need more. More.”

His answering growl was feral. His hips surged up, slamming into me harder, faster. Sweat gleamed across his chest, blood from my claws streaking down his skin in crimson ribbons. His wolf was bleeding into the moment, and I could feel it—feel the primal claim in every thrust, every grip, every sound.

My body arched back, my hair tumbling down my shoulders, and still I moved against him. Up. Down. Again and again, until the bed creaked beneath us.

He pulled me forward suddenly, capturing my mouth with his. His kiss was brutal, desperate, his tongue devouring mine. When he tore away, his teeth found my throat, biting hard enough to draw another cry from me—not of fear, but of want.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he rasped against my skin, his hips never slowing. “I can’t stop. I can’t go slow.”

“Then don’t,” I panted, nails raking down his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Don’t hold back. I want you like this—wild. Yours.”

His eyes snapped open, blazing amber. His wolf was there, fully, watching me with hunger so sharp it nearly broke me.

“Mine,” he growled, slamming into me so deep I sobbed his name again.

“Yes!” I screamed, the word ripped from my chest. “Yours, Toren. Always yours!”

The burn inside me spiked, colliding with the pleasure until I couldn’t tell them apart. My body clenched around him, stars bursting behind my eyes, my cries echoing in the room as wave after wave rolled through me.

Toren cursed, his grip on me brutal as he followed me into the abyss. His hips drove up one final time, his roar vibrating against my throat as he claimed me completely, spilling heat deep inside me.

For a moment, neither of us moved. We were just two trembling bodies tangled in sweat and blood and something far bigger than lust.

Finally, my head fell against his chest, my breath harsh against his skin. His arms wrapped around me, holding me as though he’d never let go.