The Alpha's Stolen Luna - Chapter 84: Chapter 84

: Sutton
I wasn’t sure what to say. It took effort to keep from covering myself. I wasn’t used to looking so intently at my own reflection, let alone my naked body. My reflection had been someone else for so long and ever since I’d met Lucas I’d been trying to figure out who I was.
‘You know, Sutton,’ Nova told me. ‘You know who we are.’
Lucas’ hand lowered, slipping between my legs, teasing me. “Speak, princess,” he commanded. “What do you see?”
I bit my lip to stifle a moan, fearing it would incite him to stop. I needed him. I needed to feel what he could do to me. But Lucas Danvers wasn’t a frivolous man. He never said things lightly. If I didn’t do as he said, I would never get what I wanted. I had to figure out how to give him what he wanted. I had to find the…
“Strength,” I blurted out. “I see strength.”
And I did. You couldn’t survive what I had without being strong. Without determination.
A smile tugged at Lucas’ lips. He removed his hands from me but only to strip off his shirt. His bare chest was millimeters away. I could feel his heat radiate over my skin. But it wasn’t enough.
“What else?” he pressed, trailing a finger up my spine.
My eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. A hand grabbed my chin firmly.
“Keep those beautiful eyes open, princess,” he rumbled.
My eyes shot open, taking in the vision in the mirror again. His hold forced me to focus on myself. On my body. On the woman in front of me. I finally looked at her. At myself.
My curves had filled out over the weeks. I was no longer underweight with fewer bones protruding where they shouldn’t. I did look strong. Physically and emotionally. I looked… beautiful. My back straightened involuntarily. A sense of pride I hadn’t felt in a long time beat in my chest.
“What do you see?” Lucas asked again.
“Beauty,” I stated, more confident than I ever had before.
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he kicked his shoes and socks off, pushing them away. I was starting to understand his game. I wanted to play. I dug deep inside me, searching for the things I always liked about myself. The parts of me I clung to just to make it through the day. The things I would never let Mason take from me.
“Grace,” I followed. “Compassion.” He undid his belt and removed the rest of his clothing. Our eyes locked in the mirror. “Desire.”
Grabbing the nape of my neck, he yanked the chaise in front of us with one arm. He guided me to kneel on the cushions, leaning me forward so my breast rested on the back while I still had a clear view of my reflection before me.
He moved behind me. My breathing became heavier again. Fire bloomed in my core as I looked at my perfect mate. As I looked at us. How perfectly we fit together.
Lucas’ hands trailed from my shoulders, down my back to my hips. With a light jerk, he lifted them, giving him better access. Leaning forward, his tongue traveled from the small of my back to the base of my neck. His hand pressed against my folds. I moaned as he began to circle my clit.
“Keep talking, baby,” he insisted. “You’re not done yet.”
But I was distracted. I swallowed, trying to think straight when he was inciting so much pleasure. Then his touch lightened. He was going to pull away.
“Determined,” I blurted out, desperate for him to keep going. He chuckled, resuming the pressure. “Resourceful. Clever. Loyal.”
A hand moved to my breast, massaging it as he repositioned behind me. I hissed as his cock slid along my folds. I pushed back, needing to feel him inside me. He held me still. His lips grazing my ear.
“And…”
I bit my lip and smiled, ready and willing to keep playing.
“Eager,” I breathed, pushing onto him. We moaned together as he entered me. “Wanting.” He pulled out and thrust hard back into the hilt. His arm snaked around my chest, his face buried in my neck. “Yours.”
That was all it took. Gripping my hips, he slammed into me. Over and over, pushing me towards the bliss and ecstasy only he could ever give me. I moved with him, wanting to give him everything he was giving me. Wanting to be everything he saw in me.
Knowing that I could.
I was getting close when he pulled me back. His chest pressed against my back. I cried out as the position created new sensations. Hitting new levels of passion. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back he had full access to my neck. Anticipation welled inside me as I waited for him to mark me. Instead, he demanded in my ear.
“Who are you, Sutton?”
“Your Luna,” I burst out.
Before I knew what was happening, he had me flipped onto my back. His onslaught became more fervent… more desperate. His control completely shattered. I arched against him, my nails digging into his back as I hurtled toward the edge. I cried out as my mouth began to ache. My canines began to extend.
Before I could register what was happening, a sharp, exquisite sensation exploded from the curve of my neck. I came apart as his knot locked us together. The pleasure coursing through me took over and my jaw clamped down on Lucas. Breaking the skin of his neck, sending another wave of pure all-encompassing, all-consuming ecstasy through my entire being. Until there was nothing left of the world but him… and me.