She's Mine To Claim: Tasting And Claiming hisluna นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She was the human girl who had somehow ended up in my chamber, bearing the face of my brother’s mate. “Lisa Bonnet,” I repeated, savoring the name on my tongue. I grabbed her by the chin, compelling her to meet my gaze. I leaned in, inhaling her scent. She smelled of flowers and honey—sweet and innocent. She bore no scent of a wolf. She did not carry the scent of Kiara as I had thought.

Lana returned the kiss, her pussy on fire, waiting for his will scent which had dominated her sense of smell to be engraved on her pussy. “My turn to own you, Lana,” he whispered. “Lay down on the bed and put your ass in the air. Arch your back and don't look. I am going to claim you tonight, Lana.”

She sounded jealous but I wasn't sure. "No, I wouldn't have her that close to me if she was. I don't want anyone challenging you, Kat. Dealing with my pack is enough," I explained. Tak was sleeping on my arms again. I guess he is tired. "Okay, so what am I going to be now? A Luna or what? I'm kind of confused." "You will be my Luna. I also have my pack. I might be the King but it would be weird if I didn't have my pack," I smiled. I went to lay Tak on the bed when I heard Kat ask, "Are we all going to sleep here?"

she said, her tongue coming out to lick the corner of her lips like a viper, "I can't believe it's been this long." "Did we have a class together?" She pouted, and it wasn't a pretty look for a woman in her thirties, especially when she had a boatload of collagen injected into her lips. She reminded him of the trout they had on special at the restaurant last week, courtesy of his favorite chef and cook, Adam. "Uhm, I feel so hurt. How could you have forgotten me? I'm Sierra, cheerleader of the Bounty Girls," she said, giving Shawn the "Let's get out of here" look.

I can push back too. “Is that so?” I press my lips together. “Luna Alina,” I deliberately emphasize her friend’s status, keeping my eyes fixed on the blonde. “Lakisha is my mate! I’m declaring it here and now, with witnesses! Where’s Wayland? I’m ready for the consequences!”

I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing fear crawl across my skin. A low murmur ripples through the crowd when I lift my chin higher. Let them look. Let them wonder if the traitor’s daughter still has enough bite to scar a king. “This one,” the auctioneer croons, voice dripping honey and poison, “is pure-blooded from the old Moonglade line. Untouched. Spirited. A Luna, if broken properly.” A thick chuckle rumbles somewhere to my left. A wolf in a velvet coat runs his tongue along his teeth like he’s already tasted me.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm the fire in my veins. “The festival’s in two weeks. The Lunas circle fight. If I claim you now, they’ll say she only won the Luna’s Circle because she’s “freshly claimed” and boosted by his power, not her own strength. They’ll use it against us. Against you.” She stared at me, eyes wide. I could see the hurt flicker there, mixed with the heat still burning in her.

she is. She is mine. Ours. And my wolf sure as fuck wants to claim her as Instead, I hold myself back, kneeling in front of her like the goddess “What are you doing?” she asks, peering down at me with curiosity and suspicion. “Now I’m going to taste all of you,” I say, my voice husky with desire. I push her gently back against the wall and spread her delicate lips to reveal the pink bud of her clit. My cock throbs more precum, but I ignore it, leaning in and inhaling her scent. Her smell is divine, like nectar to my soul. Overcome, I let my mouth descend on her untouched, virgin flesh, lapping at her pearly clit and tasting the glistening pink slit of her cunt.

“The Alpha who rejected you?” Lunaria’s jaw tightened. “He is nothing to me.” Nyra gave a low, knowing hum. “He will feel this claim. Every Alpha does.” Lunaria looked down at the soil beneath her feet, at the land that had answered her call. “I hope he does,” she said quietly. --- That night, Lunaria stood at the edge of the clearing and pressed her palm to the ground. “I claim this land,” she whispered—not as a plea, but as a statement. “By moon and blood. By survival and will.”