Page 49 of Moon's Call

She pushed off the door and closed the distance between them, her hands immediately going to the buttons of his dress shirt. He watched her with a mix of curiosity and hunger as she stripped him of his shirt, her fingers trailing over the hard planes of his chest.

Lorelei didn’t wait for him to make the next move. She shoved him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed, and he let out a surprised chuckle as he sat down. “Feeling bold tonight, aren’t we?” he teased, but the heat in his eyes told her he wasn’t complaining.

“You have no idea,” she said, climbing onto his lap with a predatory grace that made his breath hitch. Her dress hiked up around her thighs as she straddled him, her hands braced on his shoulders. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Tonight, I’m in charge.”

Draken’s hands settled on her hips, his grip firm but yielding. “Is that so?” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and desire.

She pulled back just enough to remove her dress over her head. “You’re mine, Draken. And tonight, I’m going to remind you exactly what that means.”

Her lips crashed onto his, fierce and demanding. Draken responded instantly, his hands tightening on her hips as he kissed her back with equal fervor. But Lorelei wasn’t content to let him take the lead. She nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a growl from deep in his throat, before pulling away and rising to her knees.

Her hands moved to the waistband of his pants, and she made quick work of them, freeing him with an ease that made Draken’s breath catch. She didn’t give him a moment to recover. Settling back onto his lap, she guided him inside her, her breath hitching as she sank down, inch by inch, until she was fully seated.

Draken’s hands gripped her thighs, his muscles tense as he fought to let her set the pace. “Lorelei,” he rasped, his voice strained.

“Relax,” she teased, her hands moving to his shoulders for balance. “I’ve got this.”

She began to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made Draken’s breath come in sharp gasps. His hands slid up to her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as she picked up the pace, riding him with a confidence that left him utterly at her mercy. Her own pleasure built with every thrust, her moans mingling with his as she lost herself in the rhythm.

Her inner thoughts raced, a mix of pride and exhilaration.This is what it feels like to take control,she thought, her nails scraping lightly over his chest.He’s mine, and he’s letting me have this. Letting me take what I want.

Draken’s growls grew louder, his hips lifting to meet her thrusts as his control began to fray. “Lorelei,” he growled, his voice raw with need.

She grinned down at him, her fast pace never faltering. She leaned down to capture his lips in another searing kiss.

The tension between them suddenly snapped as their climaxes hit, their bodies shuddering against each other as they rode out the waves of pleasure. Lorelei collapsed against Draken’s chest, her breathing ragged, but a satisfied smile played on her lips. She had taken control, and he had let her—something she knew wasn’t easy for an alpha like him.

LORELEI

Lorelei bent over her drafting table as her fingers traced the lines of her latest housing design. The morning sunlight streamed in through the large windows of the office she shared with Draken, casting a warm glow over her work. The scratch of her pencil mixed with the sound of Draken typing on his laptop, creating a comfortable symphony she’d grown to love over the past six months.

She glanced up at her mate, admiring how the sun caught the angles of his face. Even focused on pack business, he radiated power and authority. A smile tugged at her lips as she remembered how adamantly he’d once believed a human couldn’t be his Luna. Now here she was, not just his mate but a wolf herself, and more importantly - his equal partner.

“You’re staring again,” Draken said without looking up from his screen, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Can you really blame me?” Lorelei stretched, rolling her shoulders. “I’m married to the sexiest alpha in North America.”

He finally looked up, his eyes darkening with desire. “Just North America?”

“Well, I haven’t met all the alphas worldwide yet.” She winked at him, loving how his possessive growl filled the room.

Turning back to her drafting table, she studied the housing plans spread before her. “The pack deserves better than these outdated homes. Look at these foundation plans - they’re ancient.”

“And my Luna’s going to fix that.” Pride colored his voice as he stood and moved behind her, his hands settling on her shoulders. “Though I hope you’re not planning to demolish the castle.”

“Of course not.” She leaned back against his chest. “But these family units need updating. Modern amenities, better insulation, proper ventilation. Our people deserve homes as strong as they are.”

His chest rumbled with approval as he studied her designs. “You’ve thought of everything.”

“That’s why you mated me. My brilliant mind.” She tilted her head up to look at him.

“Among other things.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Your earth magical powers certainly help with the construction costs.”

She laughed, her heart full of joy. She traced her finger along the blueprint’s edge. “Remember, my friends are coming over tonight for a sleepover. Like old times.”

“All five of them?” Draken’s hands tightened slightly on her shoulders. “I better make myself scarce. Last time they were here, Helena kept staring at my abs when I walked through shirtless.”

Lorelei laughed, tilting her head back to look at him. “And if I recall correctly, you deliberately flexed.”

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