Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted - Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Ava: Under His Control (II)
Listening to his breaths shorten, feeling the way his thighs shake when he lifts his hips for me to pull everything down—my confidence soars.

And the way his cock springs up, unrestrained and free, makes me want to climb onto his lap so he can slide inside.

But I wait, heart pounding, vagina drenched and pounding with arousal.

His hand tightens in my hair. “Use your mouth, Luna.”

Another shock of desire hits me.

Fuck.

I lean forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock. I can feel his pulse racing beneath the skin, his heartbeat thrumming through me. He’s musky, salty—not quite pleasant, but not terrible.

Hearing his little hiss as I flick my tongue over the head of his cock makes me want to do more.

He might be giving the orders, but I’m the one with the power.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his fist relaxing in my hair to stroke my head.

The way my body lights up at his praise—God.

I need more.

“Suck,” he commands, and I obey, closing my lips around him. His hands clench in my hair once again, guiding me as I take him deeper into my mouth. I moan around him, and he groans, his hips jerking involuntarily.

“Good girl, Luna. You’re so good at that. Keep going.” His voice is tight, but the fist in my hair is gentle. “Take me in, sweetheart.”

I hum in response, delighting in how he jerks a little at the vibration.

My saliva mixes with his pre-cum, making it easier to slide my lips over his shaft, but it still feels strange, almost alien, in my mouth. He doesn’t push me to go too deep, and I’m too afraid to gag.

The musky scent lingers, making my head spin, but the more I do it, the more I crave it.

His breathing grows ragged, and I can feel his heart pounding through his cock, pulsing in time with mine. The realization that I have this much control over him, that I can bring him to the edge with just my mouth, sends a thrill through me.

I increase my pace, sliding my lips over him faster, using my tongue to tease the sensitive underside of his shaft, wrapping my fingers around the base of him, stroking what doesn’t fit inside my mouth. He groans, his hips bucking, and I know I’m doing something right. It’s intoxicating.

My own fingers find their way between my legs, stroking the wetness there as I work him with my mouth. I’m so close, and he hasn’t even touched me.

“Stop.” His command is abrupt, and I pull back, his cock sliding out with a soft, wet pop. His breathing is harsher than ever, his eyes glittering with need. “Stand up, Luna. I want to see you.”

My hands tremble as I stand, facing him. My legs are weak, my body on fire. Lucas’s eyes roam over me, taking in every inch, lingering on my breasts, my thighs, the damp fabric of my underwear.

“Take that off, slowly.” His voice is a husky whisper, and I shiver, my hands shaking as I reach behind me to hook my fingers beneath my panties. Slowly, I tug them down, my thighs clenching as the cool air hits my overheated skin.

“Beautiful.” He leans forward, sliding his hands up my legs to cup my ass, pulling me towards him.

I straddle his lap with as much grace as I can muster—which isn’t much—but his groans in my ear tell me I’m not doing terribly.

His cock brushes against my ass, hot and velvety.

His lips touch my ear, the breath of his words making me shiver. “You’re so responsive, my little Luna. It’s adorable. Tell me what you want.”

I bite my lip, shy even as my need burns. “I want you, Lucas.”

His hands tighten on my ass, his thumbs stroking over the plump flesh. “So sweet, Luna. You’re my perfect mate.”

His praise sends another wave of heat through me, and I moan, pressing closer to him, lifting my hips in invitation. “Lucas, please.”

“I know, baby. I can smell how much you need me.” He nips at my neck, sucking another mark onto my skin as I writhe against him. Finally, his hands grip my hips and he lifts me, the warm head of his cock settling against my core.

I could cry with how relieved I am to finally have him there, only for him to keep me lifted as he trails kisses down my collarbone and over my left breast, drawing my nipple into his mouth.

It’s amazing. It’s all wonderful. It’s great.

Except I want to scream because I just want him inside already, even as my back arches for him to suck harder.

“Lucas!” His name is more of a sob than a word.

I’m moaning. Thrashing, really.

God, I want to beg, but the words stick in my throat. He’s killing me, making me feel like this, but not giving me my release.

My back arches as he caresses my spine, his mouth ravaging my breasts in the best way.

I whimper.

I can’t form any other words, can’t say anything coherent. Can’t say please, beg him to let me go, to slide down on his cock and take him inside me. I can’t say any of it. All I can do is make desperate, pleading sounds as he continues to tease and torture me.

He groans against my nipple, nipping at it sharply. “God, Ava. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I shudder at his words, at the way his low growl makes my inner walls flutter. He drags his lips across my shoulder, and I can feel his cock, the broad tip pulsing with his heartbeat, dragging through the slick folds of my core. But he won’t breach me.

“Please, please, please,” I chant, writhing in his arms. “I can’t. I can’t. Lucas!”

He groans, pressing firmer into me, and suddenly, his hands are both wrapped around me, pushing down on my hips, lowering me onto him.

Finally.

I stifle a scream of relief as he slides inside me, every muscle in my body clenching down on him. His jaw drops to my shoulder as he slams my hips down, burying himself to the hilt, his arms like iron bands holding me up. He freezes, his breath harsh and ragged with the effort of holding himself back.

He fills every space inside me, stretching me in the best possible way.

But I’m too desperate for release.

I rock against him in frantic movements, peppering kisses along the side of his face as I beg him to move.

I’m surrounded by his scent, his heat, his strength, and all I want is for him to slam into me harder, until I’m falling apart.

“Fuck,” he hisses, sliding his arms from around me to grip my hips hard enough that I’m positive he’s bruising me.

The pain only urges me to rock against him harder.

He slides out, and I want to beg him to stay—only for him to thrust into me again, slamming my hips up and down on his cock as he fucks into me, desperate and wild.

Unleashed and untamed. No longer holding back.

I claw at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as my back arches, baring myself to him, offering everything, as every thrust sends me higher.

He growls, reaching between us to rub his thumb over my clit. And it’s enough, the spark that sets off the explosion.

Stars burst, my body tenses, and my inner walls clenching around him as pleasure racks my body. I cry out his name and he follows, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spills himself into me with a hoarse shout.

We’re both breathless, spent. Collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and damp skin.