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.

sheet when he sucks my clit, an involuntary moan escapes my lips, and I hated

I glance down at him to find him watching me, and his eyes

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

reunited with your daughter 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

hand on his head and fisting his hair while my fingertips search the

at me, trying to hold me still when I jerk his head back by his hair; he lifts

wrap my legs around his waist, rolling my hips against him, and arousal floods me, which helps me keep

at what I was about to do. He was my mate, and if

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

own. Carter rocks his hips against me, his hand going between our bodies as he positions himself at my

hips against him while he buries his face in my neck and breathes against my skin. My hand leaves his side to beneath the pillow beside me. I couldn’t get his heart from this angle, yet still, I wrapped

gripped his hair. I locked my legs around his waist, and his hand gripped my thigh. A sob tore from my lips as I plunged the antler into his neck.

grip him harder when he tries to push off the mattress, and I jerk it out only to plunge it back in, blood spurted across my face and gushed out of him,