Page 61 of Alpha's Revenge Luna

I wake up to the scent of fresh pine and morning dew. Dion’s warmth cocoons me, his muscular arm draped protectively over my waist.

“Morning,” he murmurs, his breath tickling the nape of my neck as I stir.

“Good morning,” I reply softly, feeling the proximity between us. For a moment, I hesitate, but then I allow myself to lean back into his embrace, finding comfort in the warmth of his skin.

“Hmm, careful, love. You’re smelling quite tempting,” he purrs as my ass brushes against him, making me notice his erection digging into my lower back.

My eyes widen and I try to move away when he tugs me back. “I won’t hurt you, but we do need to talk,” he murmurs against my shoulder before kissing it.

“Talk?” I question my foggy brain trying to make sense of his words.

“Mmm, yes, talk,” Dion says gently yet seriously, bringing me back to the reality that awaits me. “About your upcoming heat.” He yawns while I stare at the wall. I knew I’d go into heat once I had my wolf, and I know what that entails, yet it still frightens me.

I tense at the mention of it, knowing its implications for both of us. Dion senses my unease and shifts pulling me so we’re facing each other. His eyes search my face, trying to read my thoughts and emotions.

“Are you scared?” he whispers.

“Of course I’m scared,” I admit, feeling my heart pound against my ribcage.

“I’ve never...” he raises an eyebrow, knowing full well I am a virgin, but that doesn’t make it any less daunting.

I sigh, knowing how stupid that sounds, but the idea of him knotting me is petrifying considering before my wolf came along he could kill me by doing so.

I stare at his chest, feeling embarrassed.

“I know you’re a virgin, I won’t hurt you,” he whispers but I am doubtful, if his knot could kill me before that doesn’t sound exactly pleasant.

“Emery, look at me,” Dion says softly, lifting my chin so our eyes meet. “Our bond is important, but your well-being is my priority. You will go into heat, and when you do, I will have to mate you,” he tells me, his eyes searching my face. A lump forms in my throat.

I open my mouth to argue, to ask if we can use the belladonna, or stop it like last time, but he must sense where my thoughts go because he growls.

“You don’t want me to, still?” he questions though there is no hostility in his tone, more curiosity.

“You say you won’t hurt me, but I don’t see how that is possible,” I admit.

“I’m not saying it will be totally painless, but I promise I will distract you from any pain.” His sincerity leaves me breathless. I can see the determination in his amber eyes, a flicker of red at the edges, making me wonder if he needs blood.

“Thank you, Dion,” I whisper, overwhelmed by his promise. I know it’s not easy for him, with his Alpha instincts and the expectations of us both.

“Besides,” he adds, his tone lightening, “You might like the pain; you must admit pain can sometimes make the pleasure so much better,” he chuckles.

His words send a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me and he groans noticing the arousal in my scent. “And only a second ago you were scared,” he laughs softly.

“I know that is your doing,” I glare at him knowing he is enticing me with his vampire side and the allure it has when he uses it to cloud me.

Dion’s eyes darken, his grip on me tightens slightly. “But it helps, does it not?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. Instead, sealing his words with a fierce kiss that leaves me breathless.

“Yes,” I gasp, and he nips at my lips.

“You will enjoy it, my love,” he murmurs sternly. I know he is right, this threat of the pain, including his knot, all of that is just in the moment of it happening… and what comes after should erase any pain.

“Your wolf will no doubt feel some pain while mating and your heat, but I promise you, you will enjoy the end,” he murmurs against my lips.

His lips trail down my neck to between my breasts, and I whimper, feeling his cool breath on my heated skin.

“I will bite you while I am inside you,” Dion growls lightly. “The bond will solidify further, and we both will enjoy the benefits of that.”

He tugs on a puckered nipple before blowing softly, and it puckers further before I can look at it. His hands roam across my body, and he groans as his lips travel lower, teasing me and making me yearn for his caress.

“You smell delicious,” he growls, lightly nudging my thighs apart.

I open my mouth to remind him I am not in heat yet, but he is kissing me before I can form any words. He teases me with his tongue while his fingers tease my entrance. He growls, noticing how wet I am. He pushes his knee between my legs, and forces me on my back.

I shiver when his calloused hands roam over my skin, igniting a trail of goose bumps in their wake as they explore my heated flesh, causing me to squirm. He moves lower, his lips licking and nipping my flesh, until he is settled between my legs.

The sudden sensation of his warm tongue flicking over my sensitive skin makes me moan. His tongue swirls gently before drawing my clit into his mouth and sucking softly. My hands tangle in his dark hair when he adds his fingers, scissoring them inside me before stroking my inner walls.

My head falls back, small whimpers escaping as I begin to climb higher.

Before I feel my orgasm approaching, I shake my head and try to tug him up.

Dion ignores me and carries on his assault on my clit.

His wet mouth sucks hard, and I arch off the bed before resting my weight on my elbows.

His eyes flicker as I look down at him, only for him to suck harder as all my muscles contract around his long fingers in my wet depths.

The look of pure pleasure on Dion’s face is proof enough that he is enjoying what he’s doing.

He bites down lightly, causing a burst of fresh pleasure between my thighs, at the same time thrusting inside me with the fingers he is also torturing me with.

Arms shaking from the pleasure he is drawing from my body forces me back on the bed, Dion plunges three fingers inside me over and over again as my body contracts tightly around them.

He sucks hard on my clit until I scream out, unable to keep quiet any longer.

My legs snap shut, but his hands pry them apart, holding them flat against the bed, his tongue relentless as he plunges it inside me, tasting me.

I cry at the sensation, my muscles clenching and tightening.

He groans when my orgasm washes over me in waves, his tongue lapping against my throbbing core as I ride out the waves.

His grip loosens on me, and I stare at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. Dion moves to hover over me, and he smiles, seeing the dazed look on my face before leaning down and capturing my lips. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he forces me to taste myself.

“Soon you’ll be mine, forever and always,” he murmurs as he pulls away, and that suddenly sounds like heaven.