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.

his fingers traced her wounds carefully. The wounds were healing way too fast. It was supposed to be slower. Not that she wanted to

other sensations too. New. Pleasant.

her breast gently. Riannon threw her head back, resting it on the mighty chest of the lycan. His other hand took the pins out of her hair,

held her breast

tasted so sweet, the woman he desired more than anything. She didn’t struggle against

tried to find the zip of her dress unsuccessfully. So, when he gave up on that, he tore the wet fabric to relieve her

in his hands started to breathe heavily, driving him crazy. He knew that if he made one wrong

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

large palm and made her turn to look

he couldn’t believe that he was asking this question now, risking

other hand brushing 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. Gideon teased her folds gently, probing and studying what was his from

one finger inside of her, moving

of his mind, because never before the two of them were

did something she never experienced before, but it was the way he did it… As if she was the most precious thing to him. As if he was afraid to scare

her tiny bursts of pleasure.He added another finger to her, deepening the kiss at the same time. Ria moaned into

the lycan king’s chest and something

and pleasure were building up inside of her slowly, a sweet feeling of being on the

you to be mine, Riannon,” he muttered into her ear, tightening his grasp on her, “ Only

her body, as she clenched again and again on his fingers. Ria threw her head back and relaxed into his chest

water pouring over their heads. His canines grazed over her skin, pressing

had no idea but he didn’t want to risk it, so he turned her to face him and then knelt before her, throwing her

king 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

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

whimpers. He loved that he was the