Page 69 of Vicious Luna

“You heard me,” I snap. “I got on my knees for you, so I think it’s about time I take the power back.” I fold my arms over my chest, daring him to meet my challenge. It’s a wicked game I’m playing here, but there’s still a score to settle between us.

Liquid gold bleeds into Cam’s irises as he wets his lips with his tongue, lowering in front of me while my insides turn to jelly.What can I say?There’s just something about seeing a big, strong man on his knees that really does it for me. I feel powerful as fuck as I look down at him, knowing that while it’s against his dominant nature to be in this position, he’s willingly giving up control to show me he means what he says.

Actions speak louder than words, right?

“Happy?” he asks, cocking his head.

“Not quite,” I cluck.

“Then take those shorts off and ride my face.”

Jesus fuck.All rational thought flees my brain the second he growls that command, a rush of heat flooding my core and soaking my panties. My mouth falls open, words failing to form, but Cam doesn’t wait for my response. He just hits me with a smug grin before taking matters into his own hands,yanking my shorts down my hips, my panties coming with them.

“If you think this is some sort of punishment, you’re sorely mistaken,” he comments with a low chuckle, guiding me to step out of my shorts and nudging my thighs apart. “I’ve been dying to taste this pussy.”

My thoughts are too clouded with lust to come up with a sassy comeback, but it doesn’t matter, anyways. The moment those words leave his lips, he tosses one of my thighs over his shoulder and dives right in, licking into me like a man starved.

And here I thought his dick was my undoing. Turns out, the man’s skills with his tongue are fucking otherworldly, and all I can do is sink my fingers into his hair and hold on for dear life as he devours me like his last meal.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, thighs trembling as he plunges his tongue in and out of my opening, then kisses and licks his way to my sensitive clit. He suctions his lips over it at the same time he spears a thick finger inside me, and between how worked up I was before this even started and what he’s doing to me now, I can already feel my orgasm looming, the pressure steadily building inside me like an impending storm.

I cry out as my knee buckles, but Cam doesn’t let me fall. He grips my ass with his free hand, supporting my weight while he slides a second finger inside me, stretching my channel as he sucks my clit harder. I bury my hand deeper in his hair, tugging at the strands while my other hand grips his shoulder, my fingernails digging crescents into his skin.

He may be the one on his knees, but I’m putty in his hands as he pushes me to the precipice of my climax, breath stuttering and body shaking. His rough beard rasps against my inner thighs, creating glorious friction that only heightens the sensation of his mouth on me. The needy moans falling from my lips only seem to spur him on, and he grips my hip, encouraging me to grind over his face in pursuit of my release. Then he pumps his fingers harder, nipping my clit with histeeth, and I detonate, gushing all over his face as I scream out in ecstasy.

I’m pretty sure I black out for a second, because when I finally catch my breath and the haze of pleasure clears, Cam’s sitting back on his heels, looking smug as fuck as he licks his glistening lips.

“Are we even now?” he asks darkly, holding me steady with a tight grip on either hip.

“Not even close,” I pant, finding my balance before brushing his hands away. “But that was a solid start.”

He grins as he reaches out for me again, not letting me get away that easily. “Then get back here,” he growls, yanking me close and sliding his rough palm up my inner thigh. “Guess I’ll have to try again.”

I should push him away, or maybe just turn around and walk out; treat him like a piece of meat so he knows how it feels. But instead, I sink my hand into his curly hair once again, spreading my legs as I tug his head back to the apex of my thighs.

At least the road to hell is paved with orgasms.

32

I’ve spent three nights in this cell, and I’m finally coming to terms with my new reality. Not to say it hasn’t been an adjustment, but learning more about what I am has gone a long way in helping to shift my mindset and reverse a decade of indoctrination. I now realize shifters aren’t the monsters I thought they were. They’re more human than beast, and they’re definitely not the mindless murderers The Guild makes them out to be.

Case in point: Avery Kessler. Mymate. Now that the tables are turned, she’s had every opportunity to be as cruel and cold as I was to her, but she isn’t. Instead, she’s been answering my questions; helping to guide my understanding of what I am and shifter culture as a whole. In return, I’ve filled her in on everything I know about The Guild. I’ve offered to help diffuse the conflict with them, but she keeps shutting me down, insisting the others would never go for it. She still doesn’t trust me.

I guess I can’t blame her. I wouldn’t trust me either, if the roles were reversed. Still, if she’d just give me a chance and let me access a computer, I could cripple The Guild’s operations to buy us time to figure things out. My dad’s not great withtechnology, so I’m betting he hasn’t made any moves to shut me out of The Guild’s systems. And even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t have the ability- not anytime soon, and not without overhauling everything. The benefit of being the man behind the curtain who set up our accounts, communications, and security, is that I left a back door to get in just in case something ever happened where I lost access.

I never imagined it’d be something quite likethis, but here we are.

If we had more time, then maybe we could negotiate for peace. I’ll be the first to admit that Jonathan Knox is a stubborn asshole, but if things were explained to him the way they were to me, then he’d have to see the light. I mean, the man raised me. Deep down, he still has to care about me in some capacity, and if I could just talk to him, then maybe I could help him see things the way I do. This doesn’t have to end in violence. There’s been enough of that already.

I’m just finishing up a protein bar from the stash Avery left in here when a sudden feeling of warmth blooms in my chest, moments before I hear the sound of the cell door unlocking. I know it’s her before she even comes in the room- both because she’s the only one who has come down here to see me since I was locked up, and because I’ve begun to recognize how I can justfeelwhen she’s near.

It has to be a wolf thing or some aspect of our mate bond. She’s answered all my questions about fated mates, but I still get the feeling she’s not giving me the whole story, especially when it comes to her claims that the bond will just go away if we don’t bite each other to mark by the next full moon. I’ve learned a lot about Avery in a very short amount of time, so I’ve come to recognize her tells when she’s being deliberately vague. Maybe this is my opportunity to finally get some straight answers.

I push up from my chair as the door swings open, feeling that odd pulling sensation in my chest as soon as Avery and Ilock eyes. She said that’s the bond, too, but I’m pretty sure my wolf’s instincts aren’t the only thing that has me wanting to rip her clothes off the second I see her. My obsession with Luna began the first day I saw her, and despite the circumstances, there’s no signs of it letting up any time soon.

I must be some kind of masochist with how much I crave this girl driving me to the brink of my sanity.

Her lips curve in a coy smile as she steps through the doorway, then moves aside to allow a petite brunette to follow her in. Since Avery hasn’t ever brought anyone here with her before, I’m immediately on guard. I quickly assess the stranger’s appearance, cataloging everything from her dark, wavy hair, swept back in a messy bun, to the scar on the left side of her face, running from her forehead to her temple. Her complexion is a deep bronze, similar to my own, and though her stature is small, I’ve learned not to underestimate anyone based on their size.

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