Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Chapter 139

Macey POV 

“You’re right. It is inevitable. But that doesn’t mean it has to be unpleasant, right?” I ask before climbing between his legs. He watches me as I reach for the waistband of his pants, my fingers slipping beneath them.

My fingers tremble as I grip them and slide them down his legs, only for him to grab my shoulders and haul me up his body. He crushes me against his body, and he rolls on top of me, his body sliding between my legs and pressing against me as he purrs.

His hands reach for the thin slip dress as he bunches it before removing it over my head. He tosses it aside, his lips going to my chest. My skin buzzed and came alive at his touch, tingles spreading everywhere as he captured my nipple in his mouth.

His lips trailed down my ribs, nipping and grazing my flesh with his teeth. I swallowed, trying to ignore our bond that was telling me to give myself to him. Yet it was hard when, despite not wanting his hands pawing over me or his lips tasting me, the sensations were overwhelming, yet down there, he would be distracted.

He nips at my hip, shoving my legs apart, and I feel beneath my pillow to the edge of the bed when his mouth is suddenly on me; I cry out at the pleasurable sensation as his tongue sweeps over me while my fingers search for a piece of the antler I broke off.

The chain on my ankle seemed to annoy him when he shoved my leg higher and spread me wider for him, yet I needed to move closer to my side of the bed, knowing the antler was at the very edge of the bedhead.

clit, an involuntary moan escapes my lips, and I hated that he could play my

glance down at him to find him watching

tell him, which wasn’t a lie. I was petrified for her. I didn’t want Nixon anywhere near her,  if I didn’t tell him the truth with him feeling out the bond, he would know I was up to something. Carter sits up on his elbows. He kisses

soon enough, but for now, we complete the bond, Macey,” he says, dipping his head and running his tongue along my thigh. He grips my hips, his hands going beneath my ass so he can lift me to his mouth.

other hand on his head and fisting his hair while my fingertips search the edge of the bed. Carter growls against my clit, the vibration sending shock waves through me when I brush the edge

on the wood, he would be alerted; I leave it beneath my pillow for easy reaching before tugging on his hair and moving my hips; he growls at me, trying to hold me still when I jerk his head back by his hair; he lifts his head and crawls up my body, settling his weight between my legs, and I wrap my arms around

between his lips, and he kisses me back hungrily when I feel his erection pressing against me. I wrap my legs around his waist, rolling my hips against him, and arousal floods me, which helps me keep up with my plan yet also clouds my mind as my body decides it wants

about to do. He was my mate, and if he hadn't done what he had, no doubt I could have loved him. But I also loved Tatum, and that love

me despite me not being able to give him kids, despite me being rogue, so it saddened me that the one person who actually wanted me was toxic. I couldn’t have him. Yet, despite hating the man, I wanted him, just like I wanted Tatum, yet the bond

death, including my own. Carter rocks his hips against me, his hand going between our

I roll my hips against him while he buries his face in my neck and breathes against my skin. My hand leaves

my mark, and I would miss that feeling that only made tears stream down my face as he moved slowly, rocking his hips against me when I gripped his hair. I locked my legs around his waist, and his hand gripped my thigh. A sob tore from

out only to plunge it back in, blood spurted across my face and gushed out of him, and his hand tried to