His Reluctant Luna novel Chapter 7

The door crashed open revealing a tall figure. He crossed the room in three large steps and came to rest directly in front of me. He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and black cargo pants. His black boots were caked with mud, and he looked furious.

'My mate!', my wolf sang in happiness while I stared at him in disbelief.

His hand came up to gently stroke my cheek and I felt his lips on my hair as he removed my gag.

"You! You did this to me? " My voice cracked. It was more of a question than a statement.

"Thank God you are safe," he whispered.

I looked up into his eyes, "Who are you?" 

I realized I did not even know his name. He smiled. I noticed he had dimples. My heart skipped a beat.

"I am sorry, we were never properly introduced. I am Lucian Blake of the Crimson Shadow Pack." 

'What a lovely name,' my wolf purred. 

My face was frozen, and I could not take my eyes off him. I had heard of his pack from Emma. There are two kinds of Alphas.

The good news and the bad news, Crimson Shadow was the bad news. To make matters worse, my brother hated them. I did not know the details, but my wolf had chosen the worst possible mate ever. Though he was hot enough to cause a mini-riot among women if he wanted to.

A moment too late, I realized I was panting and tried to breathe normally. I should be introducing myself as well, my brain said.

"I am Alice Anderson, from the Jade moon Pack. Rick Anderson is my brother."

"I know," he replied grimly.

"You know me?" I pretended to be surprised. Though I knew if he came to rescue me, he would have found out everything about me.  

"Why did you kidnap me?" I asked fearfully, though I knew the answer. He reached down and started to turn the handcuffs gently on my bruised wrists.

"Believe me, I didn't get you kidnapped. Though I admit, I did consider it." He said gravely.

Was I supposed to feel good about it?

"Then who?" I choked up a little.

"They were rogues, there have been few incidents of rogues kidnapping unmated females, recently. They usually target omegas. It is the first time they targeted an Alpha. Don't worry, they have been taken care of."

I knew what he meant. He had killed them, or whatever remained of them.

Suddenly, he pulled me into a tight hug and whispered, "I'm so sorry love, you had to go through this," into my hair.

Another guy strolled into the small bedroom. I felt claws on my back where Lucian was holding me, and a growl started to resonate in his chest.

"Calm, down boss, she is safe now." The other guy said.

I tried to break away from the hug, it was all perplexing. He realized my restlessness and released me.

"Wait, what's going on? I was kidnapped by the roughs, and they were talking about killing me, then selling me...."

His face hardened. "Tell me what happened." 

"You didn't kidnap me?" I asked suspiciously.

"I have already said No. "

"Then what are you doing here? How did you find me?" I was still suspicious.

"My people work at that club. One of the Omegas saw you leaving and informed me. We tracked the van to rescue you because that brother of yours is extremely irresponsible. How could he let you venture outside without protection?"

He looked angry.

"Sorry? What do you mean? I am an adult wolf, perfectly capable of looking after myself. You have no right to interfere in my life. Thanks a lot for rescuing me. But it does not give you any right to question my or my brother's decision. It's none of your business."

I could sense him seething in anger. Perhaps, I said too much.

"You......your safety.... your entire existence is my business darling because you are my mate. Will you deny that as well?" He smirked.

'Damm those eyes,' I cursed myself internally.

He slipped his tongue in between my lips, and I was too helpless to stop him. His other hand moved to the back of my neck, holding me securely in place.

He slowly brushed his thumb firmly over my nipple. I wanted to fight him, I did everything possible to resist, but everywhere he touched me it felt like I was on fire.

Instead, I arched my back and grabbed his shoulders to hold him close. As he started plucking at one nipple then the other, I moaned into his mouth. This seemed to encourage him, moving his hand back down to the inside of my now slightly spread legs. I could not believe I was responding to him.

I wanted to reach down and stroke him. It took every ounce of decorum and self-control to not do so. I rubbed my hands over his chest and shoulders then wrapped it around his head, I tugged his soft hair. He growled in appreciation. My wolf responded.

I moved my tongue inside his sensual mouth as my fingers ran along his jawline. He tasted like coffee. I felt his tongue pushing against mine to dominate the kiss. I let him explore me freely. When he withdrew from my mouth, I nipped at his lower lip with my teeth, drawing out a faint groan.

His hand on my thigh had crawled inside, to stroke my clit. I wiggled against him. He broke the kiss to whisper against my mouth, "Gosh! You are perfect!"

I pulled away and shouted at him, "What is wrong with you? Stop it!"

I felt angry and overly excited. No man had ever made me feel like this. He made me frantic and needy all at the same time.

His grin was slightly evil as he inclined his head to the side, "you don't seem to mind it."

My hands were on his shoulders, which made it easier to hit him.

"Leave me, this is wrong...." I said breathlessly.

It did not affect him, though. It only brought out a chuckle while he continued to rub my core. We were making out like teenagers in the back seat, with two of his men in the front seat. I was mortified, embarrassed, I knew I was blushing.

"Stop this immediately," my protest came out breathless, more like a request. His lips were travelling down my neck, leaving a wet path as he kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin.

His rough fingers travelled the length of my slit to play gently over a bundle of nerves. It was heavenly.

My hips were moving between his large hands and totally under their control. Lost in the sensations, I ground my pelvis into his finger. I intertwined my hands through the hair at his nape, loving the feel of the strong muscles beneath.

He bent forward and took my lips in his mouth, again, I lost it. Convulsing with his fingers just slipping into my body, it was a mind-blowing orgasm. I rested my head on his shoulders as my spasms subsided.

He was gently stroking my hair and saying soothing words. I was too far gone to make sense of anything, but I had to plan my escape.