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She doesn’t resist, her hands fumbling at the buttons of my jeans, and I turn her around, so she faces the wall. Her hands splay against the white surface, her fiery hair a sharp contrast to the gleam of her vivid eyes.
“Gods, you are so beautiful, Viv.”
I spread her legs apart, guiding her to bend forward slightly, and I thrust into her from behind.
She gasps as I fill her completely. She pushes back against me, and our mate bond pulses, intensifying the physical and emotional connection between us.
There’s no way I will ever let her go again. I can’t believe I let her go at all.
In and out, my cock grows wetter with each thrust, but it’s not enough to satisfy me.
“I need to look at you.” Withdrawing, I turn her around, and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist, her back pinned to the wall. Again, I thrust into her center, my control barely holding, but her satisfaction is all that matters to me. It will always be Vivienne first from here on out.
“I want you to be my Luna.” My mouth crushes to hers, not giving her an opportunity to respond, and she squeezes tight around me.
Her hips grind against mine, our rhythm becoming more urgent, her fingers gripping my shoulder.
When we find our release together, I cradle her against me, overwhelmed by the completeness I feel.
Nothing has ever felt this right.
I draw my head back and stare at her.
“What?” she giggles. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Fuck, she looks so beautiful. I want to possess every last part of her.
“I want you to answer my question,” I tell her.
A perplexed frown creases her forehead. “What question?”
“Will you be my Luna?”
She lowers her eyes demurely. “Yes, Emeric. I will be your Luna.”
CHAPTER 13
VIVIENNE
The five-hour drive to Stonecrest is fraught with tension, each one of us lost in our thoughts.
I don’t need to be a psychic to know what the pack members are thinking.
They’re all wondering if I’m making a terrible mistake that will get them all killed.
I know this because I’m thinking it, too. It had seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution on paper. But now that we’re doing it, I’m not so sure.
Only Alessa is her usual self, cracking jokes from the back of the van. “You’d think they’d put on some music or something. Get this party started.”
“It’s not a party. It’s a goddamned funeral.” Sabo folds his arms tighter.
“If you didn’t want to come, you could have stayed back at the Ranch with the other children,” Alessa retorts.
Emeric’s hand finds my knee, and he squeezes it reassuringly, but I’m not the one who needs reassurance. This was my idea.
“It’s going to be fine. It’s a general meeting with all the Alphas from all the territories,” he reiterates. “That’s what makes it safe.”
“Right,” Alessa laughs. “Because in the history of the world, nothing has ever gone wrong with a bunch of political leaders in one spot together.”
