Todos os capítulos de Chasing Their Unloved Luna: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Kaiya My skin prickles as Dylan’s breath fans against my ear and cheek and the raspy tone in his voice sends waves of desire straight to my core. I feel wetness pool between my thighs and an involuntary moan escapes my lips. I believe he is implying that I am desert. “Dylan?” I breathe in a needy tone that borders on a moan. “I’m right with you, Kaiya,” Dylan whispers. “This is all new to me, too.” Dylan suddenly stops and pulls me against his firm chest. His heart is beating rapidly and his breathing is ragged, when my eyes meet his I see his pupils are wide with desire and his eyelids seem heavy as he leans in to claim my lips in what turns into a very passionate kiss. “I’m as nervous as you are, Sweetpea. I’m not experienced, so I might make some mistakes or not be very good, but we can learn together,” Dylan says softly against my lips as his cheeks burn red. “I won’t judge, my only experience was unpleasant and rough,” I admit, with sadness tainting my words. I wish I coul

Kaiya My mind reels as I try to make sense of everything. I read the entire first journal of Dylan’s mother. Much of what she wrote was about family lineage and somehow that lines up with a prophecy. She believed Ash and Dylan were one key to the prophecy. She also said something about her husband’s infidelity and her suspecting I was possibly the product of that, but she was uncertain. Which is odd, given the amount of kindness she always showed me. I was about to crack open the second journal when Dylan came in looking wide eyed and bewildered. His jaw was hanging open and he was a mess. He told me he had to execute Carson and do so publicly, because if not there were people who would destroy our pack because of something he had done but he looked too horrified to explain further. He looked into my eyes and held my hands as he told me Carson has known for years that he is my father. I broke down in tears and would have collapsed had Dylan not caught me. Now, we are soaking in a

Kaiya I didn’t mean to knock Dylan out when I marked him, but he looks so sweet and peaceful sleeping underneath me, that I don’t want to move, even though his length slipped out of me a while ago. Does marking always knock your mate out? I passed out when Ace marked me, but it was also violent and traumatic, whereas this was blissful and ecstatic. Dylan isn’t out for long and pulls my lips to his when he comes to, whispering against them, “Thought you'd get away without being marked, did you?” I realize he is teasing as he claims my lips and I deepen the kiss while responding via mindlink now that I am once again part of the pack. ‘No, Dylan, I thought I was going to mark you first so you don’t escape me and disappear like your brother.’ ‘Ooh, harsh!’ Dylan replies back. ‘I have no intention of disappearing and Ace will be back.’ ‘I’ll mark him too, just to make sure he doesn’t fuck up,’ I reply. ‘So you’ll accept him?’ ‘He has a lot to make up for, but I understand he was a

Aspen I howl when I feel her go into heat. I long to be there with her. Our mate needs us! If she were not with Dylan I would immediately return to her. I am so glad they have marked one another, without her mark our bond is incomplete and Ace is still not as well as he needs to be. I have heard of one thing that could explain Kaiya’s ability to be with me in a dream, but it takes a blessing from the rarest of beings, or rather the rarest in our realm because they usually avoid our kind. One of the Mystics. They are an ancient race, often confused as fae or even more stupidly as vampires. They do not need blood to survive, but they need it to perform the strongest magic such as the kind that makes a werewolf a dream walker. Kaiya can only walk in dreams of those she is connected to. That means her mates and family, if this is what I think it is. But this is all stuff from books my mother read us as children. I have never met a Mystic. “Think again, wolf,” a light voice says and I t

Kaiya I have been in heat for four days and it is embarrassing to say that we have had to have Juliette bring us food, since neither of us can leave the bedroom for long and keep ending up knotted together. The pains and waves of heat are not any less intense yet and Dylan’s needs are just as strong as my own so we can not be far from one another. “Dylan,” I moan as I roll my hips against his crotch. “I need you again!” “I’m here, Sweetpea. We need Ace, or Aspen,” Dylan moans. “I know I will tell him when we connect in my dream the next time I sleep, but right now I need you inside me,” I sound needy and whiny to my own ears and it grates on my nerves to sound this way. “Okay, my sweet love. Just let me line up and we can try a new position, just as we are,” Dylan says as he shifts his body and I feel the delightful, smooth tip of his cock press against my wet folds before easing into me. I moan as he fills me up. “Oh! Dylan, that feels so good!” His lips find my shoulder and h