Page 42 of Moon's Call

“In a minute.” His eyes glowed with possession as he dipped his head to capture her lips. The earth trembled beneath their feet - just a tiny shiver of happiness this time as Lorelei melted into his kiss, finally exactly where she belonged.

When their kiss broke, Draken’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Want to experience something amazing?”

Lorelei’s heart skipped. “What do you have in mind?”

“How about a moonlit ride back to the castle?” He stepped back, that dangerous grin still playing on his lips. “On my back, in wolf form.”

The idea sent a thrill through her body. “Really? You’d let me?”

“Let you? I’ve been wanting to share this with you since the moment I met you.”

Lorelei watched in fascination as Draken shifted, his massive wolf form emerging where her sexy alpha had stood moments before. He was magnificent - powerful muscles rippling beneath thick fur that gleamed silver in the moonlight. He lowered himself to make it easier for her to climb on.

Her fingers sank into his soft fur as she settled onto his broad back. The connection between them intensified like an electric current running through every point of contact. She could feel his power, his strength, his wild nature calling to something equally untamed within her.

Ready?His voice rumbled through their mental connection, making her gasp in surprise.

“You can talk to me like this?”

Only because you’re my Luna.Possession colored his words. He let out a howl strong enough to shake the trees, calling his pack to head home.Hold on tight.

The world blurred as Draken took off through the wilderness. Wind whipped through Lorelei’s hair as they raced beneath the stars. Her thighs gripped his sides while her fingers clutched his fur, but she wasn’t afraid. She felt safer than she ever had.

They flew past ancient trees and leaped over fallen logs, moving as one being. Lorelei’s laughter rang out across the night as pure joy bubbled up inside her. This was freedom. This was magic. This was where she truly belonged.

When they finally reached the castle grounds, Draken slowed to a stop. Lorelei slid off his back, her legs shaky from the ride and the rush of adrenaline. He shifted back to human form and retrieved pants from behind a nearby boulder.

“That was incredible!” Lorelei bounced on her toes, still buzzing with energy. “I’ve never felt anything like it. The speed, the power - it was like flying!”

Draken pulled her close, his bare chest still radiating heat from the run. “Most humans would have been terrified.”

“Well, I’m not most humans.” She poked his chest playfully. “I’m your Luna, remember?”

His expression softened as he cupped her face. “My Luna. My everything.”

Draken’s hand was warm and firm around hers as he led her through the grand halls of the castle. Lorelei’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in her chest. The castle’s stone walls, ancient and imposing, seemed to hum with a quiet energy tonight as if aware of the significance of the moment. She glanced down at their joined hands, marveling at how effortlessly they fit together despite their differences.

When they reached his master suite, Draken pushed the door open with a quiet confidence, guiding her inside. The room was as she remembered it—spacious, warm, and distinctlyhis. The scent of pine and earth lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the fireplace that crackled softly in the corner.

Draken turned to her, his eyes dark and intense, the kind of look that made her stomach do a little flip. “You’ve been in here before,” he said, his voice low and slightly teasing. “But this time, it’s different.”

“Very different,” Lorelei agreed, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She took a step closer to him, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Draken, I’m ready.”

His brows lifted slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it melted into something warmer, more possessive. “Ready for what, exactly?” he asked, though the smirk tugging at his lips told her he already knew.

She rolled her eyes, though her cheeks burned. “Don’t make me say it.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, and pulled her into his arms. His lips brushed against her ear as he murmured, “Say it. I want to hear it.”

Lorelei huffed but couldn’t suppress her grin. “I want you to mark me when you—“ He cut her off with a kiss that was as possessive as it was tender.

“Good,” he growled softly, pulling back just enough to look at her. “Because I’ve been waiting desperately for this moment.”

Before she could respond, he was already moving, his hands deftly undoing the buttons of her shirt. She shivered as the fabric fell away, the cool air brushing against her skin. His hands were everywhere—tracing the curve of her shoulders, skimming down her arms, cupping her waist. She reached for his shirt, yanking it over his head with a little more force than necessary, eager to feel the heat of his skin against hers.

He laughed, a low rumble that vibrated through her as he lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed. The moment her back hit the sheets, he was on her, his body solid and unyielding as he bracketed her with his arms. His lips crashed down on hers, hungry and demanding, and she met him with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair.

When he finally broke the kiss, he breathed, “This is it. No turning back.”

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