Page 70 of A Luna's Dynasty
Lita moaned in approval, the combination of dominance and roughness triggering something deep within her. As they moved together, she felt herself growing wetter for him, desperate for more of his touch. He immediately complied with every need as she thought of it, evoking intense pleasure within her.
As they moved together in a frenzied embrace, Asher's hips pressed against her with deliberate intensity, each thrust driving him deeper inside her. The feeling of being stretched around him was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She could feel every inch of him filling her up completely, and it was pure bliss. Lita wrapped her legs around him tighter, matching his rhythm with her own. The fire and pressure grew inside her until she felt like she might explode from the overwhelming sensation.
Asher's hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding himself deeper into her. Their bodies collided with a primal force, their moans mingling in the air between them. Lita's fingernails dug into his back, urging him to go faster, to give her more. His breath was hot against her neck as he leaned down to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, each word laced with desire and love.
“You are everything. My all. Gods, you feel amazing.”
She screamed out his name as she felt the rush of a powerful orgasm wash over her.
Asher's body trembled with each of her small quakes, his groans echoing in the room. "I love you," he gasped, his voice rough with emotion. His movements grew more urgent, his thrusts deep and powerful as he found his own release within her heat. They collapsed together in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat-drenched skin.
Lita’s arms were lazily draped over Asher’s neck as her chest heaved, trying to catch her breath. She loved this man more than she ever thought possible. She couldn’t fathom ever being apart from him. It felt like a dream she would eventually wake up from. She would be back in her old pack, contemplating the day she left for the city. But here, with Asher … she was home. It didn’t matter where she was, as long as he was by her side.
“I feel the same way.”
“Hey! That’s thought invasion.” She listened as Asher let out a soft chuckle, rolling off of her and to his side. He pulled her against his chest and tucked her head under his chin.
“I wish I could always hear your thoughts. It comes and goes, but it made this moment … very very nice.” He kissed the top of her perspired hair with a smile.
“I wonder why you can only hear my thoughts and I can’t hear yours.”
“Maybe it’s so I can serve you better. The Moon Goddess must know that I’ll need to reassure you. It’s her way of taking care of you.” Asher wondered if it was more than that, though. A deeper type of mate bond that was only ever rumored. Not that it mattered how they were connected … she was his, and he would always be hers. In this life and the next. “I love you, Lita.”
Chapter 44
Morning light spilled across the centaur village, catching in the dewy grass and turning ordinary moments into something golden. Lita stood with her arms crossed, fighting a smile asshe watched Asher adjust the waistband of his joggers—the only scrap of clothing he'd managed to bring along during his hasty journey. His bare chest gleamed in the sunlight, muscles shifting beneath skin that seemed almost deliberately on display. She bit her lip, suppressing the warmth that curled through her stomach at the sight.
"Proud of those, are you?" she asked, nodding toward the worn gray joggers that hung low on his hips.
Asher's grin was slow and deliberate. "Considering I carried them in my wolf form all the way here, yes, I'm rather attached." He ran a hand through his black hair, still damp from the morning's sensual shower. He couldn’t help but taste his mate again and again. Having her in his arms was everything, and he didn’t want to be away from her ever again.
Lita stepped closer to him with a small smirk. She was wearing the same skimpy clothes—a makeshift version of what the centaur women had. The fabric skimmed her thighs, a fact that hadn't escaped Asher's attention, his silver eyes tracking the movement of the hem with each step she took.
"You know," she said, voice light with teasing, "you could always go back to your pack and get some proper clothes." She paused, then added with a wicked gleam, "Or you could borrow mine."
"Borrow yours?" Asher's eyebrows shot up, his voice dropping to a playful rumble. "I doubt that tunic would cover anything important on me."
"That's rather the point," Lita laughed, reaching up to trace her fingers along the exposed line of his neck, feeling the quick jump of his pulse beneath her touch. His skin was warm, almost feverish, and she watched with satisfaction as his pupils dilated at her bold gesture. She was becoming more comfortable and forward with her mate.
The touch sent a current through Asher that had nothing to do with the morning chill. He caught her wrist gently, turning her hand to press his lips against her palm—a gesture both tender and claiming. "If I’m borrowing anything," he murmured against her skin, "it's to take off of you before I ravish your body."
"Is that a promise, Alpha?" she challenged, watching his eyes light up from her words. He seemed to like her new boldness as well.
"Every word." His hands found her waist, fingers splaying across the thin fabric, almost spanning her entirely. The possessiveness of the gesture caused tingles to ripple over her body.
“You know, I’ve never been out on a proper date. I feel like we skipped steps and ended up straight in bed. Not that I mind—”
“Do you want that? A traditional courtship?” He tilted his head, studying her, wishing he could hear her thoughts right now, but they were more muffled. He heard her loud and clear this morning when they were being intimate, but now it wasn’t as loud.
“I guess I never thought about it, since I never intended to find my mate.”
“Even better, since your mate is devastatingly handsome and charming.” He wiggled his brows at her, making her laugh. “How about we go on some dates? And if we end up tangled in the sheets after that, it’ll just be a bonus.”
“Are you going to wear these?” she teased, tugging on the band of his joggers.
“Would you prefer them off? Because that can be arranged.” His eyes flicked toward the house and then back to her. She traced her fingers lightly over his abdomen and up to the back of his neck as his hands held her by her waist. She stared into his silver eyes, his love for her reflecting in them. If someone had told her a year ago that she’d find a mate who would loveand adore her, she would have laughed. And yet here she was, wrapped in the arms of the man who would love her for the rest of her life.
“How about you wear those on our first date … now? A walk around the centaur village.” A sweet, simple date, just the two of them. No pack to run, no responsibilities. Just them.
