Page 92 of A Luna's Dynasty
Lita moved back just enough to make him wonder, to let him feel the absence of her touch before she really began. His mouth curled into a wicked smile, already anticipating whatever she'd planned next. She traced her toe against his chest and heard him let out a frustrated groan.
"What’s the matter, Alpha?" she purred.
He made a sound somewhere between a growl and a laugh, low and electrifying. "Gods, Lita, you have no idea how much you affect me."
Lita silently stripped out of her clothes, every cloth a weight lifted, freeing her. She could see him react with a slight shift of his body, as if he sensed her baring herself to him. A gasp, breathless and wild, escaped her as she reached for the waistband of his pants, Mira whining at her with the urge to rip and tear and mark and own.
I want to taste all of him!
Mira, calm yourself or I’m not letting you out.
Fine,Mira grumbled and receded to the back of Lita’s mind so she could do things her way.
Lita pursed her lips, her fingers fumbling slightly in her eagerness, then steadied with her determination. She was taking this, all of it, in her own way. "Asher," she murmured, the name hanging between them, all power and longing.
She slipped his pants over his hips, teasing herself as much as him. Her eyes drank in the sight of him, the beauty and strength, and the evidence of how much he wanted this. How much he wanted her. Asher's cock strained against the fabric of his briefs, and she paused, just long enough to make him squirm. His muscles tightened, waiting, and she pulled the last of the clothing away, watching as he grew even harder, watching him react to her dominance.
The smile on his lips flickered, an expression she hadn't seen before—something unsure, on the verge of a plea.
“Lita,” he begged.
“What is it, Asher?”
“Lita …”
“Hmm? You’re going to have to say it,” she demanded, reveling in the audacity, in the shift of power. She listened as he let out a husky chuckle.
His breath was a ragged whisper. "You drive me mad. I need you."
She lightly touched him with the tip of her fingers, teasing his cock in a way that made him inhale sharply. She could see his jaw clench, the struggle between holding back and surrendering to her becoming too much for him.
"How does it feel?" she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Letting me be in control?"
Asher's body shuddered, his words broken by a growl of pleasure. "If it's you," he panted, "I'll gladly submit to your will. Take all the control. Dominate me. Please."
Lita felt urgency and love inside her, but it wasn’t hers. It was his. And while she didn’t understand why she was feeling it, it mimicked her own emotions. It made her more responsive, and almost made the need even more urgent for her. "Asher," she whispered, her touch growing more insistent. She watched him, watched the way he responded to her, the tension in his shoulders, the barely contained force of him.
She let herself go then, let Mira flood through her, let the absolute confidence of what they were take over. She leaned down, her lips and tongue tracing along the tip of his cock, tasting the salt and need and power that she knew belonged to her. Mira growled and dug her fingers into his skin.
Asher's head fell back, and the sounds that came from his throat were unlike anything she'd heard. It thrilled her, fed her, made her bold and reckless and entirely free. She took him into her mouth, massaging his balls, feeling the heat and intensity of his reaction in every inch of her body.
He was on the edge, his muscles tight with anticipation, his breath ragged and desperate. He was raw and open and hers. Every touch, every sound, every heartbeat sent them spiraling closer to a place where nothing else existed.
Her mind echoed with his voice, pleading and full of desire.Take me. She felt the words inside her, unspoken words but emotions.
She couldn't resist the call, couldn't hold back her own hunger any longer. Mira growled, the intensity, the raw need—all of it collided in her as she felt Asher teeter at the brink of ecstasy. She was claiming. He was submitting. He was hers and she was his.
Lita stopped, ripping the blindfold from Asher's eyes, knowing he was blinded by more than the darkness, that he was losing himself to the wild, aching pleasure she wanted him to drown in. He blinked, breathless with it as she straddled him. "You didn't just mate with a fairy princess," she said, fierce and exultant, "but a dominant wolf who demands to claim her mate."
Asher's body responded, shuddering, desperate for the promise in her words. He tilted his head, offering his neck, and his growl was raw and unrestrained as Bo urged her, "Claim me, then."
This mating session wasn’t just between Lita and Asher, but Bo and Mira. Their consciousnesses pushed forward, their primal eyes locked on each other.
Her heart raced with the certainty of it, with the unstoppable force of who she was, of who they were. Their wolves cried out, wild and demanding, and Lita let that hunger take her. She bared her canines, and in one swift, inevitable movement, she sank them into Asher's neck. At the same moment, she took him fully inside her, his cock and her mark sealing the bond they both craved as she claimed him completely.
The sensation exploded through them, raw and electric, and Asher's growl turned into a cry of pleasure. His hands found her hips, holding her as if she'd vanish, as if she was everything. Lita felt the power surge between them, an unstoppable current that bound them together in ways she'd only dreamed of.
She slowly withdrew her fangs and began to move against him, relentless and fierce, and Asher matched her with a need that was all-consuming, with a desire that pulled her even deeper. They lost themselves in it, in each other, the connection raw andprimal, and utterly perfect. Their voices mixed with the sounds of growls as their beasts took over the mating.
