Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 129

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 54

I’ve longed for this moment for ages without knowing it or allowing myself to admit it. Now, though, that desire is unde- niable and uncontrollable.

His dark gaze lifts to mine, and I gasp when his lips sweep across my core. Squirming in his grip, a moan leaves me, which earns a growl from him as his tongue runs between my folds. My head drops back on the pillow, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

He laps at my heated flesh, teasing my clit with slow strokes, earning a breathy moan from me, and I buck against his face. He growls, fingers digging into my thighs as he picks up speed, his tongue relentless leaving no part untouched.

“Yes,” I moan out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head while his hands grab the back of my thighs, lifting them higher so he can slip his tongue inside me.

“Ah,” I whimper. He moves higher and starts to nibble and lick my sensitive clit harder and faster, making my walls clench.

All I could do in response is to take it and buck my hips against his mouth- the bond craving more, greedy for it.

He sucks on my clit, massaging it with his tongue, and my hips rock against his face, the sensation pushing me over the edge, and I come undone.

I ride out the waves of it; the

flares back up.

little, hooking his muscular arms around the backs of my knees and holding me up. With one hand,

eyes dart to mine, and it’s almost like he’s waiting for me to tell him to get off me, waiting

large size stretching me. Having not had sex in so long, it feels foreign. As he pushes inside me, I feel every inch of

me, his voice husky. His lust-filled eyes looking hazy. So

words, and a deep growl resonates around me. My hands yank on the handcuffs, wanting to touch him, pull him

moan as he continues watching me.

as if my begging triggers him, his arms and shoul- ders ripple, and he leans down, his hands fist

warp into something else as his pace picks up. Quicker and harsher, he pounds into me, each thrust making my breast bounce and

slow his pace; he continues thrusting into me, bringing me closer. My

brutal. But I am wet enough to make up for it, and the pain from his harsh thrusts only complements

rhythm. Utterly at his mercy, he controls my body as he thrusts inside of me, softly yanking at my hips to meet. him with each thrust, the sensation putting strain on my wrists. Axton thrusting

can feel him everywhere, making my entire body buzz. The sensations are overwhelm- ing, and he is savage as he

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