Page 83 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate
"Luna, come for me," Dominic commanded, his voice strained with the effort of control.
It seemed like the simple command pushed her the rest of the way. She obeyed him, their eyes locked as he continued to pound her pussy with stunning force, and she was absolutely loving it.
Oh, fuck!
Luna’s legs wrapped tighter around him, her pussy gripping his cock tighter as her orgasm came in a trembling, jerking haze while he held her down.
Her magic responded to her orgasm, washing them both in golden light.
This time, Dominic did not push her away, but the tightening of her pussy on his cock pushed him over the edge. With a primal growl, the Silverlight Valley Alpha thrust into her one final time before cumming deep inside her, his massive body shuddering above her.
That’s a lot. Fuck.
For a long time, they remained there on the field, looking up at the stars, breathing heavily in the aftermath of their orgasms.
This feels good.
Luna hadn’t felt this safe, protected or cherished since her parents were alive, and never in this way.
But as the haze of passion began to clear, reality intruded. This was physical attraction, nothing more, the mate bond creating an illusion of connection that wasn't real—couldn't be real after everything that had happened between them.
Don't get carried away.
Dominic rolled over toward Luna, turning on his side, so that they faced each other with legs intertwined. One hand caressed her hair from her face, his expression gentler than any look he'd ever shown.
"Luna," he said, something in his voice causing her heart to flutter again.
She put her fingertip to his lips, refusing to let him say anything that would ruin the moment. "Don't," she whispered. "Let's not complicate this with words."
She saw a flicker of disappointment, but then he accepted her request without complaint. Instead, he just pulled her even closer, embracing her tightly.
Luna rested her tired head against his chest, and his steady heartbeat began to lull her into slumber.
Sleep came to claim her soon after, her body and mind tired from the day's training and the mind-numbing orgasm.
Luna woke up with aches lingering in her muscles, not just from the training. Her mind flooded with images of the night before, cheeks scarlet with the memory of just how much she had surrendered to Dominic.
It was just physical—the mate bond, nothing else.
She repeated these words all through her shower and as she dressed in fresh clothes—a loose purple sweater and black leggings. Her silver hair, still damp from the shower, hung loose about her shoulders.
The next three days, Luna trained with focus, pushing her magical powers to their limits.
She avoided any chance of being alone with him outside of training to prevent another unguarded moment, or moon forbid, saying something she would regret. The less they complicated things, the better.
On the fourth day, Luna woke up feeling nauseous, her head spinning whenever she tried to stand. She could barely manage to get into the washroom to throw up.
The nausea would linger throughout the day, forcing her to cut short her magical practice. She retreated to a remote side of the pack territory, surrounded by tall pines, where she hoped to have a nap without being interrupted.
Luna leaned against the rough bark of a tree, eyes closed, as yet another wave of dizziness hit her.
However, she heard a sound then that interrupted her rest—the sound of approaching footsteps, and the familiar scent of pine and earth, telling her it was Dominic.
"You missed afternoon training," he said with concern in his low voice.
Luna kept her eyes closed. "I needed a break."
"You've been pushing yourself too hard." The rustle of fabric indicated he'd crouched beside her. "Adrian contacted me. There's still no sign of Xavier or the other demons."
