Fighting to be Luna

Rachels POV

I stood there naked. But I was not afraid. In fact, I was something else. I was wildly horny. Even though I was still a virgin, I had masterbated a handful of times. I could feel my nipples become perky and hard as I watched his dark brown eyes scan over my body. The room was not cold in the slightest. It was early August and still perfect weather for swimming. The temperature right now couldn't have been lower than 80 degrees, but if one was to look at the full mounds on my chest- perked and tight, you would have thought I was chilly.

"Turn around." He asked in a smooth, dark toned.

I obeyed and began to slowly turn away from him. My heart raced, and goosebumps spread across my body as I felt him start to walk closer to me.

Each foot step brought him closer and closer to my naked exposed body. Soon, he was right behind me.

He let out a sigh, and the scent of Cinnamon and vanilla washed over me. My mouth began to water. Godess, he smelled delicious.

"Stay still." He ordered softly.

I was about to turn my head and face him when I felt his fingers gently grace my shoulders. He slowly pulled them down and traced the curve of my back, and stopped right above my ass.

I felt an electric sensation shoot from his touch and spread across my skin. He teased the small of back and then to my sides.

I felt the tightness start to buildup between my legs, and my nipples stood at an almost painful full attention.

My cheeks began to flush red with embarrassment. Not because I was naked. Werewolves see each other naked all the time. But more for the way my body was reacting. I know he can smell my arousal.

The Alpha walked around me and stood in front of me. I let my eyes travel to his. He eyes seemed to have darkened even more and were fixated on my breast.

I watched him place one finger on my neck and slowly trail it down to my collarbone, my chest, my breast and then circle the tiny little bud sitting there erect and begging for attention.

The swirling pattern he gave the bud caused me to squeeze my thighs together, and I let out a small moan.

"Be still," he reminded me. And I tried my best.

He seemed pleased with my body's reaction. His finger left my nipple and traced under my breast. There, it stopped and lingered on a strawberry birthmark that is shaped like a crest moon. He hesitated before slowly moving down my side. The touch tingled acrossed my belly. The goosebumps I had intensified. As well as the growing tightness and heat radiating from my pussy.

Once again, he found a spot to let his finger hover over again. This time it was right below my belly button. He gently moved his finger from one hip to another. Slowly lowering it until his finger gently pressed against the small mound of hair on my pussy.

I was suddenly aware of the wetness gathering around the lips of my core, the tightness turned to pulsing and longing to be touched. I involuntarily shift from side to side, leaving a gap between my thighs.

"Did I not say to be still?" He said sternly.

I parted my lips to say something but the words wouldn't come out. I was in a daze. I had just met this man. But Godess, I needed him to touch me. I needed him to ease the ache I had built up.

The thought of knowing that I just spread my legs open for a stranger sent another wave of excitement through me. There was no way he didn't know. He verified that as he looked at me intensively before taking advantage of the gap I left for him and moving his finger into the wet space he now had more access too.

I could feel my wetness make his finger so slick as he pushed and pulled it in and out of me. He grazed my clit slowly, moving his finger front to back while keeping his eyes on mine. As much as I wanted to obey and be still my body betrayed me and I began rock my hips in rhythm with his finger.

I could feel pressure building between my shaky, quivering legs. My pussy was becoming more and more sensitive as I rocked my body to the urge I was feeling. I could feel me about to climax when banging on the door made me jump back.

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Rachel's POV

"She is a disgrace to our bloodline! Why the Godess cursed me with her and no Son is beyond me!" My dad slurs out loud to my stepmother. He tosses back another shot of whiskey before slamming his fist down. Today was our yearly physical by the pack doctor, I am assuming my results came back the same as they do every year. No wolf. No sign of her.

I am Rachel Thornhill, daughter of Thomas Thornhill, who is the beta of the Winter Moon pack. I have long chestnut brown hair, almost to my waist. My eyes are a forest green and if you look closely you can see gold speckles in them. My skin is an olive tone, and I have about a dozen light freckles sprinkled over my face. My lips are full and a dull shade of pink. I am one of the shorter girls of my pack, measuring a whopping 5'3" and weighing 125 lbs.

"She should have parished with the bitch that manipulated you! She is the byproduct of having a child with someone who is not your mate!" sneered my stepmother.

Beth, is my father's fated mate. She hates that my father had a child before he met her. She is a teacher at my former high school and would constantly tell all the high school sweethearts to wait for their fated mates to have sex or risk having a pup like me. She thinks I am a weakness to our pack and me not having my wolf at the age of 20 seems to prove her right.

I am a few months shy of being 21 and I have yet to meet my wolf. Most females get theirs at age 16 and the males at 18. My friend Joyce and I use to joke that the Godess made sure the males knew we matured faster than them and that is why we see our wolves before them. However, once I turned 16 and had no wolf, the joke back fired on me.

I sit up in my bed and make my way to my vanity. My room is the smallest in the house. My walls are out dated with orange and red floral pattern wallpaper covering all four walls. I have a twin size bed in the corner of my room. It is decorated in plain gray sheets and matching comforter. Next to it is an old white distressed side table that holds a little blue lamp on it. Across from my bed is a white antique vanity set with a mirror.

I lean forward and stare into my deep green eyes in the mirror.

"Where are you?" I whisper to myself.

"Your wolf is probably ashamed to be stuck with you. That's why she never appeared." Smirked Jessica.