His Forsaken Luna-Chapter 23: Anything

Soren’s head lowered, and we stared at each other. Heat prickled along my skin. Beads of sweat dampened the back of my neck and desire bloomed in my lower belly the longer I stared at the muscular Were before me. His chest rose and fell, breathing deeply as his hands fisted by his sides.

The veins in his neck were prominent, straining against skin like he was struggling to contain himself. "Soren," my intended whisper turned into a whimper.

The heated tension snapped, and whatever restraint Soren had splintered.

His loud steps swallowed the distance between us, and his pupils dilated as he stalked forward. I pressed my back against the door, allowing him to crowd my space. His heat, the rumbling of his chest, and his steely, cinnamon scent coated my skin, dizzying my mind.

Soren’s head lowered beside mine, and he inhaled deeply. A low whimper, similar to a wolf’s, escaped his throat, followed by a possessive growl. "By the end of tonight," he nipped my ear. "You will smell only of me."

"Yes," my breath hitched. My heart pounded in my head, louder and louder, my need growing.

His hand trailed down my breast, humming in delight when my nipple perked beneath the thin fabric of the gown. My gaze clashes with his, and he frowns. His hazel eyes flicker as he blinks profusely.

"Fuck!" He slammed his fist into the door, cracking it slightly as he huffed, forehead hovering above my shoulder.

"I’m sorry, Princess," he whispers in an almost broken voice. "I’m so sorry. I’ve done it again-"

Before he can say anything more, I tilt his head up and kiss him gently on the lips. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t back away. It’s the most expressive I’ve ever seen the knight. My fingers slide into his long dark-golden hair, the locks coarse, matching his rough and steely features.

"You told me you’d do anything," I whisper in a voice unlike my own. What am I even saying?!

Soren’s shocked expression disintegrated, and his eyes darkened as he rose to his full height, towering over me. "That’s correct." His thumb and finger pinch my chin. "How may I serve you?"

"Remove your clothes," I whisper my order; any doubts and propriety screaming at me in my head fade as heat sizzles between us. I’m so hot and needy. Ready for him.

Soren doesn’t hesitate. He starts unclipping his cloak and removing his armour piece by piece. The steel falls with a thud to the ground in front of me. I watch, feeling teased by the show as he slowly becomes bare in front of me, revealing the hard lines of his muscles and the scars scattered across his body from savage fights. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

My gaze lowers past the delicious V line dipping to between his legs, my thighs clenching in anticipation. "What next, Princess?" He asks in a low, gruff voice, snapping my attention back to his features.

I bite my lip, meeting his gaze, trailing my hand along the scar on his chest, remembering the first time I felt it. Soren groans under the touch. "I don’t know," I whisper honestly. "I just want to feel good."

My knight nodded and stepped forward. "Then follow my lead until you want something else?" His hands are hesitant as they grasp my hips, eyes flicking between mine, pupils half dilated. He was definitely in more control than me.

At the touch of his hands over my hipbones, a jolt of heat pushes my breasts against him, and my lips claim him softly. But I want more. I want to nip and fight over dominance. It’s like an urge or instinct to test his nature.

Soren kisses me fervently back, fingers digging into my hips before he lifts me, using one hand, the other sliding between my thighs. A rough groan trembles against my lips as his finger slides against my slick folds. He looks between us as he carries me towards the bed.

"You’re naked," he breathes, his finger exploring my clit and folds, tenderly touching, teasing my hips to roll against him.

With another groan, Soren tosses me onto the bed, and I yelp in surprise. The gown parts slightly on my milky legs. Soren’s pupils dilate more, and his hand goes to his erection. He pumps once, twice before clenching his teeth together and crawling onto the bed and above me.

One hand slides along my legs, and I whimper to the teasing caress. He stops and pulls at the small string at my chest, like unwrapping a present; he takes his time, eyes devouring my breasts as the silk falls away from them. "Princess," he breathes, falling forward to pop one nipple in his mouth.

My hips jolt up at the sensitive touch of his mouth sucking on my pink bud and the feel of his length pressed against my side. I touch it, humming when a dribble of creaminess pools on the top of it, smearing it over the tip with my thumb. Soren grabs my wrist and pulls back. "Please."

I search his dark hazel eyes that are almost black with his inner beast. "What is it?" I ask, some of my tunnel vision fading, as worry replaced my desire momentarily.

Did I do something to hurt him? Did he not like it?

"I won’t be able to control myself if you touch me, Princess," Soren admitted. His hand returns to my clit, thumb rolling teasingly in circles, distracting me. It works as my eyes roll back.

"Ida," I gasp out as his finger explores my folds and dips into my core.

"No." Soren’s lips suck on my nipple again then speaks around it. "Princess. I am not worthy to call you by name or nickname."

"But worthy to touch-" I gasp as a second finger slides inside of me. His thick fingers stretch me, and the squelching sound of my arousal and our breaths mingle in the air.

I grab his face from my nipple, the area too sensitive to his touch and kiss him. Soren silently obeys and kisses me back, tongue sliding against mine as he twists and curls his fingers inside of me.

"I want you," I whisper breathlessly against him, my hips meeting his finger thrusts. My hand curls around his length again, and he hisses.

"Fuck. No..." He rolls us both around; the movement blurs the room around me, causing some dizziness as the heat clings to my skin, throbbing between my thighs and pinching on my nipples for more.

Somehow, I’m sitting atop him. Desire spikes through me as I feel his thick length beneath me, the heat, and feel welcome to my slick flesh. With a smirk, I reach for it, but before I can do anything, Soren lifts me by my butt and sits me above his head. "What are you doing?!" I scream.

"Shh!" Soren’s hand wraps over my mouth from beneath me and leans up. What is he doing? In this position?!

My eyes are wide as I watch his tongue take a long lick, and I almost convulse and combust right then. "This is better for me," he whispers and urges quietly. "Sit on my face."

I shake my head. It was absurd! "I’ll crush you!"

Soren chuckled, eyes flashing mischievously. Who is he, and what happened to my stern knight?

"A better death than most knights get," he grinned up at me, looking much younger than I believed him to be, the sharp lines of his usually stern face now carefree. That was before he took the choice away from me and slammed my hips down on his mouth.

My head snaps back as his tongue impales me before ravaging my clit and core with quick licks. The shock of the embarrassing positioning dwindles away into nothingness as intense pleasure shoots across my body from that most intimate spot. My hips move against his face, fingers clawing into his dirty blonde locks.

With my head tilted back, long strands of my platinum hair falling down my back, I watch as Soren’s other hand grips his length and starts jerking rapidly while his mouth devours me.

I’m in awe, watching him as I gasp and moan, riding his face. His fingers slide down to my nipple and start rolling it between them, his touch light and teasing. It only tightens my insides more until I find myself riding out the waves of bliss. Soren’s hand covers my mouth to quieten my moans.

Until that point, I didn’t care about anything but Soren. There is nobody in the palace, but I am grateful he hasn’t completely lost himself in my heated state. His movements still jerk below me as my hips slow. I look behind me and bite my lip as his seed spurts out in ribbons across his taut abdominal muscles.

I move off of the knight and slide down his body, gazing at his muscles and the scars from fights. Heat still prickles along my spine, and my pheromones seep out again. Soren groans, reaching for me as I reach for his hardening cock.

"No." Soren lifts me again, and I am moved until I am lying on my back, and Soren’s fingers slip inside of me again. "I’ll make sure you tire out, Princess." He watches me as his fingers slide in and out, eyes hooded.

"You won’t let me touch you," I whisper, sounding a little emotional, my gaze dipping to his large erection.

"I don’t want to hurt you," he murmurs, but there was definitely more to it.

My lips part, about to question him, but his fingers twist and curl at a sensitive spot rooted inside me. Instead, my eyes blur out of focus, one hand shooting to my mouth and the other clutching at the bed sheets. His tongue follows, and I am completely lost in the sensation, my mind becoming foggy to the bliss he erupts in me.

Time and again, he pleasures me, only allowing a kiss and dry humping after obliterating my insides with his mouth and fingers. I grow more frustrated yet satisfied. He is close to losing his senses. I could tell. But exhaustion starts to tug at my eyes and limbs, the highs too much.

I’m barely conscious by the time he is through with me. My fingers search for him, and he chuckles, pulling me onto his naked torso. He kisses me languidly before everything fades away, and my skin cools to a regular temperature.