Page 16 of King of Moon and Claws

With every thrust, he probed deeper, reaching parts of her that sent tingling pleasure coursing through her veins. Elora's fingers dug into his shoulders as she clung onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust with an intensity that matched his own.

Bastian tilted his hips just right, hitting that sensitive spot inside her that made her writhe under him. A low moan escaped Elora's lips and Bastian took it as a sign to increase his pace, driving into her with a renewed vigor.

Despite the exhaustion from their previous activities, Elora seemingly responded to him eagerly. She arched beneath him as she wrapped her legs around him. The friction between their bodies was intoxicating. The sounds of their mingled moans and heavy breathing filled the room.

Bastian sensed the impending orgasm rippling under Elora’s flesh. He shifted his weight onto one arm and slid a hand between their bodies.

His fingers found her sensitive nub once more, rubbing small circles around it in time with his thrusts.

“Bastian…” she warned, her words a soft plea drowned out by another moan from her own lips.

He merely grunted in response, his gaze locked fiercely on hers. Bastian's free hand moved from supporting his weight to cradling her cheek, thumb tenderly caressing her flushed skin.

Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he thrust deeper into her core while his fingers added pressure to her clit. Elora answered the motion with a cry to the stars above, a plea to never let this delicious agony end.

“Bastian!” she cried, over and over until her voice went hoarse. “Bastian, yes! Yes!”

Finally, his steady rhythm faltered. With a low growl and one final powerful thrust, he came with her, a roar tearing from his throat. His wolf inside him howled with pleasure. Then his head fell into the crook of her neck, his hot breath fanning out against her damp skin as he shuddered above her.

They lay like that for what felt like an eternity. Two bodies intertwined in sated bliss while the world outside raged on. Even inside, his wolf seemed to curl up contentedly for the first time in perhaps his whole life, pleased to finally have his mate by his side.

TEN

ELORA

Elora awoke to the steady stream of sunlight pouring through the window of the royal chambers. Memories of the lovemaking the night before came to mind, encouraging a sweet smile on her face. She buried her face in the pillow, turning a deep shade of red at the mere thought of what they had done with one another.

Elora rolled over to find Bastian getting dressed, standing gloriously in the slant of sunlight. When he saw she was awake, his eyes glistened, spreading to his lips to form a dashing smile. Elora had never seen someone so effortlessly handsome in her entire life.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed. “How was your slumber?”

“Mmm,” Elora said, pulling the sheets up over her mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever slept that well. You really lulled me.”

Bastian chuckled, then bent over the bed to kiss her forehead. He paused, hovering over her lips, then went in deep, taking Elora’s breath away.

She wrapped her hands around his head, pulling him closer as she gasped. When she started to moan, the king peeled himself from her, breathless and seemingly shocked.

“Sorry, darling,” he said, panting. “I’ve got some meetings to attend to. As much as I’d love to stay here and roam your hills…”

He growled, and Elora bit her lip, loving when she heard a bit of that wolf inside him. She was still completely naked under the sheets and felt the brash impulse to toss them off and persuade him otherwise, but she didn’t want to get in the way of his duties as king and alpha.

As addicting as the attention was, she would wait for another nightfall to obtain it.

“I’m fine with a little delayed gratification,” she said, still nibbling on her bottom lip. “As long as it's not too delayed…”

The king sighed roughly, then moved to the door. He lingered with the knob in his hand, watching her, the sheets pressed to her bosom like a silk dress.

“I’m going to devour you later,” he whispered.

“Promises, promises,” Elora said, feeling bold and powerful.

He shook his head with a grin before finally disappearing out the bedroom door.

Elora laid her head back onto the pillow, rapturous in disbelief. The king truly was something else, unlike any man she’d ever encountered. And he was a damn king!

She rose from bed, humming a gleeful tune as she dressed in the previous night’s clothes. Then she returned to her guest room where Nerys was already waiting for her.

The two women laughed and bonded as Elora washed up and dressed in a fresh tunic. She felt adventurous that day and wanted to traverse outside the castle walls. She requested Nerys as a guide, and she quickly agreed.

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