She's Mine To Claim: Tasting And Claiming hisluna Novels & Stories

"Because I am insanely jealous of anyone who looks at you. Any man in that restaurant who glanced at you tonight. The waiter who smiled at you. The associate who laughed too long at something you said." He stepped closer. "I've been jealous of every person who got to be near you for the last five years while I wasn't." I stared at him. "That's a lot of people to be jealous of." "It's been a long five years." "Enzo…" "You're mine," he said quietly. Not possessive or controlling. Just certain. The way he said everything when he really meant it. "And I'm yours. That's all it is." Something hot moved through me.

My sweetate was curled on the stone floor, bruised and broken. The moment my eyes landed on her, something inside me snapped. A violent growl escaped my throat. Mate. There was no doubt. She was mine. My fists clenched so tightly my knuckles went white. Rage unlike anything I had ever known flooded my veins. Who touched her? Who dared? “Who did this?” My voice came out low as I tried to contain my rage.

MALIA’S POV The words came out colder than I intended. “They have a new Luna now,” I continued bitterly. “Go ask her to save your precious pack.” A strange look crossed Flora’s face. “You have been Luna long before she was,” Flora said softly. “You are still the first Luna of this pack. A Luna has to be tolerant. You can’t let another woman steal your place and your husband.” I couldn’t help the dark chuckle that escaped me.

All for one thing: the title of Luna. And I would do whatever it took to claim it.

"Hit me all you want, I'm not scared of you and I won't stop chasing her." "She's fucking my Luna. Mine!" "She's nobody's, stop claiming what's not yours!"

he whispers, lips touching my jaw, as he presses a soft kiss under the lobe of my ear. A cold shiver rushes down my spine and I feel like my knees are about to give in. His chest presses against my back and I lean against him a little. His hand moves over my waist, coming up over my chest, before collaring my neck and forcing my head backwards. “You’re mine, Madelaine. You’re a Lyall now. Luna of Titan’s Heart Pack. And you will help me bring glory to the empire I am about to gain -” My head is painfully leaned backwards but I don’t dare to protest. I swallow harshly and when I feel his lips brush over the corner of my lips I press them together in a thin line, refusing to kiss him, despite

She breath high but the words still came as a whisper while she adjusted the strap of her dress low, that way her cleavage was more visible. I finally pulled away from her, taking my eyes off as quick as I could, else I might not be able to resist the temptation. “You can go now, tomorrow is the festival of the goddess moon, I will be watching your every move and not to forget, I have hired a taster to taste every meal brought to the Luna before she is permitted to have a taste of it, and do not forget that I will be watching your every move, one slip from you and I promise to rip off your throat!!”

He pulled me into his arms, holding me like he never planned to let go. “Just so you know,” he whispered against my ear, “you’ve always been my Luna. You just hadn’t claimed the title yet.” I pulled back slightly, smirking. “Well, I’m claiming it now. Loudly. Clearly. No take-backs.” “Noted,” he said, brushing his knuckles along my jaw. “Though I’m half-tempted to call a full pack meeting just to make you say it again.” “Don’t you dare?”

My candy bar is so tempting and delicious. “Mmhhm! Aaaahhh!!!” I bite her tits when I realize she's trying to suppress her moans. I need her to scream for everyone to hear. They will willingly spread the word about Carla being mine alone - not that they would go back on my words, but seeing is believing. In this case, hearing is believing. To drive all those crazy lords away from my candy bar, I need to leave a few hickeys on her collarbone, especially. It always works.

He stared at her wrist, at the memory of what had just flickered there, as if fighting something in himself. “This,” he said, each word heavy, “is a Lunaris.” + + Rule One: Unclaimed means recoverable. + The court had spent the morning trying to strip every claim from her with paper and protocol. + One old scar of crest had just reminded them she’d been blood‑claimed before any of their forms existed.