The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

Chapter 35. Mine

She decided not to waste any time and pulled the silk robe on, storming after the Lycan king. Her hair was still wet, and water was trickling down her skin but she did not care. She had to see him, she had to speak to him. She was dying to find out what was going on.

Luckily, he did not lock the door and she entered his own bedroom with ease. It was dark as the curtains in the room were shut and they seemed to be with a complete

blackout effect. This was a manly room in dark shades. Very tasteful and minimalistic. Very

very

him.

She saw Gideon at once as he stood by a desk breathing heavily with one of his hands covering his eyes. This posture startled her and she paused.

But it was too late since he sensed her presence and snapped his head in her direction. “Not now, Riannon,” he said, and it sounded like both warning and begging.

“Just what is going on?” she stepped forward and his eyes landed on the wet silk of her robe that wasn’t hiding anything from his gaze.

“Oh, Goddess!” he muttered, turning away and feeling how desire was overwhelming him again.

“Gideon, speak to me!” the Luna was not giving up, “You are giving me some seriously mixed signals here!”

Mars was howling in his head, and he couldn’t stay close to her anymore. He had the best self-control for a lycan. But this was too much. He had nerves of steel. He wasn’t made of

1. it.

So, the king did the only thing that he could and opened the heavy curtains, letting the light in and stormed out to the balcony to take a deep gulp of air.

He needed to cool himself. But the shower wasn’t going to help him anymore. The thought alone of any kind of water procedures now was bringing him back to his problem.

“Gideon!” she was already behind him, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled that sweet scent of hers, knowing that it would be best not to turn back and look at her.

“Ria,” he would have chuckled at how they suddenly dropped all the formalities now if he wasn’t in physical pain, fighting his body and Mars seemed hard. Too hard. “What is it that you

really want?”

“Answers!” she replied without even so much as a shade of hesitation, “Tell me what just happened! You clearly…”

Her voice broke as did her bravely. Wasn’t she too bold with him? With the Lycan king of

But she clenched her fists and pronounced the next words firmly.

“You clearly want me,” she said and he couldn’t hold back a snort, turning to face her. “You think?” he raised her brow at her. “Then what was the problem right now?” she did not budge.

“The problem, Riannon?” he made a step in her direction and for the first time since they met she managed to see something menacing in his eyes. It was the same handsome face, the

same person that he knew, but somehow the air between them got different suddenly. “The problem is that I more than just want you. I want you all. For myself. Without sharing you with anyone else in this world. I wanted you like that from the moment I saw you and it gets worse every day. The things I want to do to you… You can’t imagine! But if I take you now, I am going to mark that pretty little neck of yours.”

She gulped, trying to process the information.

He told her before that he wanted her as his woman. She even believed him. But marking her… He couldn’t be serious about that.

“But I am already marked,” the words left her lips without her realising as her hand went instinctively to the place where her husband made his claim once. She couldn’t feel it. She couldn’t feel the scar that was there for years.

then? All

your skin.”

When did that

mark would seal us together for

closer. And now she was backing

I

know what

scared face, coming to the sad conclusion that she still

Riannon,” he said, turning away again and hoping that she would just simply obey him for once, “Go back and close

much? I am not even a lycan! It doesn’t make any sense! Why

in less than a second, piercing her with his eyes that were glowing

growled as he grasped her waist and her pink lips

know why she came here in the first place. From the

him away? Why

turning the Luna’s

wolf’s words and at the very next moment, Gideon’s

her mouth, lifting her up

waist and her hands around his shoulders as

surreal. How could she miss this? How could she miss that he was hers this whole

back over the cold stone wall, pressing

her mouth, “Now I don’t know if I would be able to

responded and he snarled into her

freely. He tore off her for a second, to take

and kneading

lowered his head to inhale the firm ni.pple, finally being able to enjoy her to the fullest. Her fingers laced into his hair, tugging it gently, and when he

them now.

it as if she weighed nothing. She watched his every move as he unzipped his jeans and got rid of them. And she forgot how to breathe when he got onto

there before. But they were

time and she felt his tongue flickering over and over her most sensitive

the sheets and arched her back as

mind-splitting release from

from it, watching

again, and he felt her hand running all over his length. Her fingers

felt. She was going to enjoy it

positioned herself at her entrance, nudging it with his

was obvious that it was hard for him to

admitted honestly, holding his gaze, “Gideon Stormhold,

couldn’t be gentle anymore. He waited enough. She was his everything and he craved her from the moment he saw

she was

moan, did things

repositioned himself.

cementing their bond. Mars was

Their Luna.

all the sensations. The

to the king was her husband but it never felt like this. It was so good that she wanted to laugh and cry, and scream, and beg him for more.