Page 70 of Accidentally Wedded To A Werewolf

“Uh-huh,” he said. He scratched his mouth, not quite hiding how it twitched. “Luna. Have you ever chopped a vegetable in your life?”

“Yes,” Luna snapped. She had chopped bell peppers and pickles for charcuterie boards. Cucumber for cucumber water. Fruit for late-night snacks. She was practically anexpertin chopping.

“It’s fine,” he said, taking the chopping board. “Everything’s getting blended anyway, so it won’t matter that they’re chunky.”

“They’refine,” Luna insisted. She moved past him to watch as he slid her vegetables into the pot and then covered it with hot water. It hissed as it hit the pot, andLuna winced. But apparently, that was what was supposed to happen because Oliver’s face didn’t change once as he placed the lid on top and turned the burner down.

They cleaned the table as they waited for it to finish boiling. Oliver ate a handful of grated cheese, a cold piece of toast, and a few more handfuls of dry cereal until Luna threatened to pelt him with a cold fried egg. He ate another handful of cereal, and Luna seriously considered doing it before remembering she’d only agreed to make soup to beniceto the guy, and throwing a cold egg at him might cancel that out.

Cleaning was boring. Cleaning hadalwaysbeen boring, which was why Luna got a cleaner to do it at home. But Luna couldn’t help feeling a little satisfied when she stood back to see the table clean and shining, no crumbs or bits of egg left from their rushed exit. The pleasure of a job well done. Like posting a good story on Instagram and watching the likes roll in. Like Beth texting her that this week’s sales were even better than the previous week and it was all because of Luna. The most she did back home was secretly design a successful logo or throw a baller party. Cleaning a table and making soup was… small compared to that. But it felt good to think of the Musgroves coming back and finding a clean kitchen and their favorite comfort food waiting on the stove.

They added stock next. Then cream and cheddar. Then they blended it all with a stick blender that Luna did fine with until the very end when shepulled it out too soon, splattering half-blended broccoli chunks all over the stovetop.

“It’s all over my shirt,” she complained as Oliver swabbed soup off the stove. She picked a chunk of wet potato off her shirt and flicked it into the sink. “Ugh.”

“Don’t waste it,” he told her. He took a spoon and dipped it in the pot, bringing it up to his mouth for a taste.

Luna waited. “Good?”

He nodded, turning the spoon toward her.

Luna bent in. The soup was thick and a little saltier than she would’ve liked, but it was warm, cheesy, and cozy.

“It’s nice,” she said quietly. It sounded too earnest, so she cleared her throat and grinned. “Just like home?”

“Just like home,” he said quietly. His dark gaze dropped to her mouth.

Luna’s breath hitched. She kept her smile up. “Do I have soup on me?”

He shook his head and leaned in, dragging his nose down her cheek.

She squirmed. “Cut that out. I smell like cheese.”

“No, you don’t,” he said quietly. His hands settled on her hips, pressing her into the counter.

She shivered, tipping her head back so he could nose at her neck. “No? What do I smell like?”

He paused. His mouth was over her pulse point, breath flooding over the fluttering skin.

“Mine,” he murmured.

Then he draggedher in. The bond in Luna’s chest bloomed as their mouths met, her fingers tangling in his hair. His big hands slid under her thighs, and Luna gasped as he heaved her up onto the counter.

“Aren’t you—” She stopped, allowing him one more tantalizing kiss before pulling back. “Aren’t you hungry?”

He nuzzled her neck. Luna shivered as he reached her ear, biting the lobe and tugging.

“Starving,” he promised.

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Luna was lost in it. His big hands were under her thighs, holding them open. Oliver’s mouth slowly but surely devoured her own. His sweat-slick body was on top of her while his hips ground slowly against hers. His cock was soft, but his knot was still swollen, so he could only manage the smallest thrusts. Every time he went to pull out, his knot bulged tantalizingly against her opening. So big.Toobig, stretching her to the point where she didn’t know if she could bear it—and then he’d push back in.

Luna whined. Every once in a while, she caught a flash of Oliver through the bond: how good she felt against him, how her big wet eyes made him want to pin her down and fuck her until she wailed.

Luna squeezed around him hopefully. Oliver’s thrusts stuttered, his knot pulsing inside of her. One word drifted through the bond, low and growling:mine.

Luna shivered. She sent a wordless agreement back through the bond.

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