The Luna He Can’t Have のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

One of the pack caught sight of the strange wolf Savannah spotted hanging around her cabin, so the pack went out to hunt him.Not that anyone told me about it. No, that would make too much sense.I learn about it from the muffled conversations I overhear outside mine and Dayne's window early the next morning.With yet another sighting, I can’t help but wonder at what I saw, whether it was the same wolf who seems to be haunting the pack.Even though I’m tempted to follow since I caught sight of him too, by the time I've climbed out of bed and stumble to the window, I'm in time to see most of the pack has already shifted and are disappearing into the forest.Still half asleep since it's just turning five, I shove the window open when Luka appears directly below me.And after glancing at something or someone I can't see, he tells me to stay out of the forest today and not bother with breakfast. They'll be out hunting most of the morning.Then, a large, heavily-muscled gray wolf draws my

I don’t pull into the narrow road which leads to the pack farmhouse until nearly eight-thirty, which is later, much later than I thought my errand would take me to run.But I wasn’t expecting Fisher’s dad, Mart, who has another strange name I’ve never heard before, to come back not only with a large box full of pastries but also three coffees and muffins.He assumed I hadn’t had breakfast yet for me to be up and about so early, and asked if I wanted to stop in at the shop for a few minutes so we could eat it together.I had to pretend I’d dropped something to hide my eyes filling with tears because no one’s ever thought to include me like that before, not ever.And even though I knew I should head back, I didn’t hesitate about saying yes.Since Fisher had left the chilled and frozen food boxes until last so nothing would spoil, we left it there and went to sit in the back of the shop and ate breakfast together.I’ve never laughed so much in my life, and even now my face is still sore

When his finger glances against a secret part of me, a place that has me feeling frantic, I suck in a breath and grab at his wrist as I ride his hand.I’m close. So, so close, all I can think about, all I can focus on is the feel of Dayne working his fingers in and out of me, that when he bends me over, I grab onto the edge of the sink and let him, desperate for him to never stop.I’m not expecting him to ease his body, and even worse, his hand, away from me. So much so, I open my mouth to complain.lander. But before a single word passes between my lips, Dayne thrusts, his cock spearing through me right up to the hilt.I come screaming.With my body already wound up so tight, the moment he thrust into me there was nowhere I could go but down.I can’t say how much time passes between my orgasm. But when I open my eyes, I’m surprised to find I’m lying draped over the sink, my forehead pressed against cold porcelain, clutching onto it with a desperate grip, knowing it must only have bee

Later that afternoon, I’m laughing with Regan in the kitchen, a glass bowl in my hand filled with chocolate chip cookie dough when I feel someone watching me.I don’t even have to turn to know it’s Dayne.My laughter dies away at the sight of him standing propped up in the doorway, arms folded over his chest, and an inscrutable look on his face.It takes superhuman effort to stop myself from sighing at the way his biceps are bulging under his gray t-shirt.He was gone when I woke around midday, feeling deliciously sore between my legs and craving the feel of him inside me again.Not that I would ever tell him that.But I can see the memory of what happened in the bathroom and our bed in his eyes, and I feel a flush blooming over my cheeks.Just as he looks poised to speak, a phone starts ringing, interrupting whatever strange moment we were just having.“I want three of those,” he says, pointing his chin at the bowl in my hand, “and a glass of milk in my office the second they come ou

I drop to my knees, shifting closer to him when he widens his legs.When he’s made space for me, I lean forward to press my lips to the crown of his erection, lapping at him hungrily.Beneath me he stills, and I feel the lightest brush of his fingers in my hair.Since I’ve never done anything like this before, I’m going into it blind, but I try not to let it distract me as lowering my mouth over him, I take as much of his length in my mouth as I can.There’s a low hiss from above me, and not taking my mouth away, I raise my head and meet his gaze as I work my mouth up and down his shaft. I love the way he’s staring down at me. As if I’ve stunned him into silence, and he can’t believe I’m doing this and doesn’t want me to stop. And there’s a slight tremor I feel in the grip he has on the back of my head.I love that too.So, I don’t stop.I glide up and down, lapping at the tip of him when more of the salty liquid splashes on my tongue before I’m sliding back down as far as I can go, l