Chapter 94 The Struggle Is Real
1209words
I stared down at my naked mate, my legs straddling him on the bed, completely in awe of the perfect man before me. The mating ceremony had gone off without a hitch, powerful yet uniting all at once. My eyes wandered to the floor where my gorgeous sequin gown lay in a pile. I chuckled to myself—the dress I loved so much had lasted only a few hours before Alpha Jaxon got his hands on it. By now, we had spent most of the afternoon consuming our mate bond. It had undoubtedly been the best afternoon of my entire existence. I rubbed the pad of my thumb over my mark on his neck, happiness fluttering in my chest. He was mine, and I was his.
"Mmm," he moaned, carefully opening his eyes. "See something you like, mate?" he teased and flipped me over. His hands crawled up to my sides, and I jolted in surprise when he began tickling my bare skin. "Please, Jaxon, please stop," I yelped out desperately. "Would you like to continue doing something else?" he asked with a playful wink. I smacked his chest that hovered over me, my wolf begging for more of the pure bliss he had given us earlier.
"Jaxon, we really should be heading back," I said as my stomach agreed with a low rumbling growl. Alpha Jaxon chuckled, "I suppose we should get you fed." I sweetly reached up and pecked his lips. "Thank you," I whispered against his lips.
He groaned. Likewise, I would have much rather stayed here exploring my godlike mate's chiseled body. He rolled off me and stood up, sporting a semi once again. It was really no surprise though. Shifters were known for their enhanced sex drives. Alphas? Well, I could confirm they were a completely different topic of discussion. His bright amber eyes roamed my naked body until his gaze met my own. "So. Fucking. Perfect," he said under his breath. A low growl vibrated in his chest, dark specks beginning to reappear. "You better go get dressed if you wish to attend to your guests." I knew he would follow through on his threat, so I bounced up off the mattress and made a run for the closet.
Large, corded arms wrapped around my body, pulling my backside into his. I felt like I could melt in his hold, throwing my head back against his chest. His hand snaked up the front of my body, stopping only to grip my breast. I could feel the bulge growing, pressed up against my ass. He ran his tongue across his mark on my neck, sending a shiver up my spine. "Not fast enough, Luna," he said softly against my neck. His thick fingers brushed against the tip of my nipple gently, pushing me dangerously close to the edge. I struggled to hold in my moan, pleading for more of his touch that I couldn't get enough of.
His fingers rolled my nipples between them, his hard member pushing into my ass simultaneously. There was no question that my senses were in overdrive. I struggled to control my own damn body that had no issue betraying me. "Like this, Luna?" he taunted, then dropped his hand lower to my clit and started rubbing small, slow circles. "Or like this?"
I gasped, taking in the thickness of our arousal combined in the musky air within my lungs. "You're such an asshole," I yelped, dragging out the "hole" in my voice. He snickered beside my ear, "Maybe I just want to get inside your hole again," he said with a dangerous edge to his voice. I placed my hand over his, dragging it upwards over my nipple and letting him play with it for a moment longer. When I was sure he was close to cracking, I used the opportunity to spin around and throw my arms around his neck.
"Now, now, Alpha. We have an entire pack waiting to celebrate the mating of their Alpha. Not to mention, many other shifters have taken the time to attend today to witness him take a Luna," I said while dropping my hand and wrapping around his hard shaft. "Looks like this is just going to have to wait." I felt his chest heave up and down, his frustration rolling out in growls at me. I couldn't help but laugh, turning to walk into the closet. I felt his intense gaze behind me, his eyes fixed on my ass as I disappeared inside.
I placed my hands on my hips and sighed, my eyes darting from side to side, realizing I shouldn't have let Alpha Jaxon ruin my dress. He walked into the closet and placed his hands around my waist. "What's the problem, sweetheart?" I found myself melting into his arms again, desperately wanting to hear his sensual, low voice call me sweetheart again.
"You ruined my dress," I said in defeat as I rolled my eyes. Alpha Jaxon chuckled, planting a small kiss on the top of my head. "Come on," he said as he pulled my hand out of the closet. He reached for a black garment bag hung behind the door and handed it to me with a twinkle of mischief in his honey-colored eyes. "Wouldn't be the first time you've lost a dress, would it?" he replied, clearly proud of the fact that I couldn't seem to keep my clothes on around him.
I placed the bag on the bed and carefully unzipped it to reveal an identical gold sequin dress—except this one seemed much shorter. I cocked my head to the side and turned to Alpha Jaxon. "Let me get this straight," I said playfully, "you had every intention to rip my dress off from the beginning?"
He laughed, his wide smile and perfect teeth making me smile back at him. "Not quite, but like I said, history tends to repeat itself. Okay... the seamstress suggested it actually. This way, you'd have the freedom to dance and enjoy yourself." I cocked an eyebrow in suspicion, finally deciding to take his word for it. "If you say so," I responded, pulling the dress over my hips and following Alpha Jaxon back into the closet.
He had already put on a black dress shirt and black dress pants, carefully buttoning up the shirt, the lines of his abs peeking through. I turned around, exposing my bare back to him. "Do you mind?"
I felt his fingers gently caress my skin as he buttoned up the little, much sexier, gold number. I walked to the mirror, admiring how well the dress clung to all my curves. "Why gold?" I blurted out and turned to him.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion until the light bulb finally went off in his head. "Easy. The night of your 18th birthday, you wore a similar dress. It was a no-brainer what I thought you should wear to our mating ceremony," he said, then pushed his lips against mine.
Fuck, every time our lips met, he just tasted sweeter and more addicting. He laughed, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
"Ready, Luna? Your pack awaits," he said, strolling towards the door and holding it open for me.
