3. Luna Desires

I stirred in the vast bed, as consciousness pulled me from sleep. My hand reached out instinctively, seeking the warmth of my mate's body beside me but the space was empty, the pillows cool and untouched.

A soft groan escaped my lips as I sat up, my long dark hair tumbling over my shoulders, brushing against my bare breasts. The room was dimly lit by the first rays of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains of our private chamber in the heart of the pack's den.

There, on his pillow, lay a folded note. I snatched it up, my heart sinking before I even read the words.

(Away on pack duties. Back by nightfall. – Your Alpha.)

Always the same excuse, the same curt dismissal. I crumpled the paper in my fist, tossing it aside. He was always away, scouting borders, negotiating with rival packs, enforcing our laws.

What about me? His luna, his mate, left here night after night, aching for his touch, his claim. The bond between us thrummed with neglect.

I needed him, craved the way he would pin me down and fuck me senseless, his cock driving deep until I screamed his name. But lately, it was just me, my fingers chasing fleeting pleasure in the dark.

Frustration boiled over, hot and insistent between my thighs. I couldn't take another lonely morning. My eyes flicked to the bell string dangling by the bedside. With a sharp tug, I pulled it, the faint chime echoing through the hidden passages of the den.

Moments later, a firm knock sounded at the heavy oak door.

“Enter,” I called, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me.

The door creaked open, and in stepped my bodyguard, Garrick. He was a towering figure, broad-shouldered and battle-hardened, his dark uniform hugging the powerful lines of his body.

Scars etched his arms and neck from years of loyal service, marks of the fierce wolf he had become under my mate's command. He immediately bowed his head low, his short-cropped hair catching the light.

“Good morning, Luna,” he said, his voice deep and respectful, laced with that unwavering devotion I'd come to rely on. “You sent for me, Luna?”

I watched him from the bed, my gaze lingering on the way his muscles shifted under his shirt, the strong column of his throat as he kept his eyes averted. Garrick had been my shadow for years, always there, always protecting.

He had seen me at my most vulnerable during pack gatherings, in moments of weakness after arguments with the alpha. And now, with my mate gone again, that familiar ache twisted into something darker, more urgent. My nipples pebbled against the thin sheet draped over my lap, and a flush crept up my chest.

“Yes, I did,” I said softly, pulling the sheet a little higher, though it did nothing to hide the curve of my hips or the way my legs pressed together. He stood, still keeping his gaze on the floor, hands clasped behind his back. “My mate is away again. The den feels... empty without him.”

His jaw tightened subtly, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. 'If there's anything I can do to ease your discomfort, Luna, you need only say.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken possibility. I bit my lip, my pulse quickening. What harm could there be in a little comfort? The alpha was miles away, oblivious. And Garrick... he'd never betray me.

“Grab a chair and sit down,” I instructed, my tone firm yet laced with invitation.

Garrick's brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes darting briefly to mine before dropping again. He hesitated for a split second, then nodded obediently. Crossing the room, he picked up the sturdy wooden chair by the bedside table, its legs scraping softly against the stone floor.

He positioned it close to the bed's edge and lowered his massive frame onto it, his hands resting on his knees, posture rigid with uncertainty.

A sly smile curved my lips as I watched him settle. The sheet fell away completely as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, rising to my full height. My naked body was fully exposed now, the soft swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist flaring to wide hips, the trimmed patch of dark curls above my slick folds. The cool morning air kissed my skin, making my already hardened nipples tighten further.

Garrick's reaction was immediate. His head snapped down, eyes fixing on the floor as if scorched, a deep flush creeping up his neck. He bowed his head lower, fists clenching on his thighs, the picture of disciplined restraint.

I sauntered toward him, my bare feet silent on the thick rug, hips swaying with deliberate grace. Stopping inches from his seated form, I reached out and cupped his chin with gentle fingers, the stubble there rough against my palm.

I tilted his face up, forcing his gaze to meet mine. His eyes were wide, stormy with a mix of shock and barely contained hunger, pupils dilating as they traced my curves.

“You said all I need to do is say what you can do to ease my discomfort, right?” I murmured, my voice low and teasing, thumb brushing his lower lip.

“Yes, Luna,” he replied, his breath hitching, voice gravelly.

I smiled wider, heat pooling low in my belly. “Good. Open your mouth.”

His lips parted without question, jaw slackening in obedience. I leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my chest. Guiding one breast forward, I pressed my nipple directly against his open mouth, the sensitive bud brushing his tongue. “Suck my nipples. And you better do a good job.”

Stunned silence gripped him for a heartbeat, his eyes locking onto the task before him. Then, with a ragged exhale, he whispered, “Yes, Luna. Anything to make you happy.”

His large hands rose to my waist, fingers splaying across my bare skin as he pulled me nearer, drawing me between his spread thighs. His mouth closed around my nipple, hot and wet, tongue swirling firmly before he sucked hard.

The pull sent jolts straight to my core, my pussy clenching with fresh arousal. He latched on deeper, cheeks hollowing with the intensity, teeth grazing the peak just enough to sting deliciously before nipping down.

I gasped, the sharp bite making my knees weaken. He released it with a wet pop, only to switch sides, engulfing the other nipple in his eager mouth. He sucked with the same fervor, drawing it in deep, his tongue lashing the underside while his teeth tugged lightly.

Back and forth he went, lavishing attention until both nipples stood swollen and pointed, glistening from his saliva, throbbing with exquisite ache.

Moans spilled from my lips unbidden, my body arching into him. One hand threaded into his short hair, pressing his head closer, urging him to devour me. The relentless suction, the scrape of his teeth, the heat of his mouth, it all ignited a fire between my legs.