The Perfect Luna

She looked at him and he did not take his eyes off her.

Gideon cursed himself inside. She was clearly hurt but all he was thinking about now was how much he wanted her. The realisation that someone tried to kill his mate just a few minutes ago was angering him.

And also bringing him pain. He couldn’t lose her. Not like that. Not in any other way. He couldn’t lose her at all.

“Are you going to use that magical lycan healing of yours?” she taunted him with one of her brows up and a slight smile on her lips. The lips that he wanted to kiss so desperately that it was all he could think of now.

“If you will allow,” he leaned lower and touched her shoulder that was already healing slowly. It pained him that this happened on his watch. The wounds on her stomach seemed worse but blood stopped dripping already.

Gideon took the piece of fabric that was holding the dress in place and slowly moved it off her shoulder. His eyes were asking for her permission too.

“Well, it hurts,” she co.cked her head up to meet his gaze and held it until the end.

“We need to clean you up first,” he said with his hands still on her shoulders, his thumb making tiny circles on her skin.

“You are the expert in healing,” she tilted her head slightly, “I will trust you with this one.”

The lycan king lifted the girl in his arms once again and took her to the huge marble shower room. She threw her shoes away before he placed her on the cold floor as if she would break if he made the wrong move. The water switched on, the automatic tropical shower took care of them both before he even managed to warn her. And now they all were all wet. But it didn’t seem to bother them.

Standing behind her and feeling the heat that her slender body radiated, Gideon was afraid to make a wrong move. His large palms slid up her bare back, hooking the two pieces of fabric that held the whole thing together and sliding them all the way down to her waist. He could see the blood tainting water at their feet but he knew that the more he touched her, the sooner she would heal.

And he wanted to touch her badly.

Riannon was conflicted. What the hell was she doing? She did not need this. She knew very well already that no magical healing existed. So, why didn’t she tell him to leave? Why was she standing topless with her back to his chest and… wanted him to do something about it.

And yet… She did not stop him.

carefully. The wounds were healing way too fast. It

were other sensations too. New. Pleasant.

mighty chest of the lycan. His other hand took the pins out of her hair, making her blonde locks fall down her back. At the same time, his lips placed a gentle peck

and down as he still held her breast in one hand, tugging the n**ple between his fingers and

in her neck as he traced the line of it with his tongue. She tasted so sweet, the woman he desired more than anything. She didn’t struggle against him, she didn’t try to stop

her dress unsuccessfully. So, when he gave

started to breathe heavily, driving him crazy. He knew that if he made one wrong move, this magical moment between

he had wrapped around himself, it couldn’t hide his hardness anymore anyway. Not after he had been so close to her. Not after she allowed

delicate neck in his large palm and made her turn to look at him, tracing her lower lip with

want this?” he couldn’t believe that he

lightly all the way down her abdomen and in between her thighs, parting them slightly. He caught the hem of her lace panties and moved it slightly to give himself access to her core.

creases apart and thrust one

mind, because never before the two of

wasn’t like he did something she never experienced before, but it was the way he did it… As if she was the most precious thing

was bringing her tiny bursts of pleasure.He added another finger to her, deepening the

king’s chest and something stirred deep inside

up inside of her slowly, a sweet feeling of being on the edge. She felt Gideon showering her shoulders with kisses, paying special attention to

be mine, Riannon,” he muttered into her ear, tightening his grasp on her, “ Only mine. No

his fingers. Ria threw her head back and relaxed into his

on her neck, where her mark was. Even in spite of water pouring over their heads. His canines grazed over her skin,

idea but he didn’t want to risk it, so he turned her to face him and then knelt before her, throwing her

and he never knelt in his life. Until today. His mate was the only one who would ever receive the honour of looking down at

when he made sure she was secure at all times had he dipped his head in between her legs.already started building up another. He took his time pleasing her and Riannon laced her fingers into his hair, tugging on it to make sure

loved listening to her moans and whimpers. He loved that he was