Page 167 of His Fated Luna

My blouse buttons fell to the floor as Aiden continued ripping my blouse open, snapping his hips into me with such force that the table I was clutching rattled.

I looked up again at his reflection, his canines were out as he snarled “MINE!’” over and over in time with his thrusts. It was so arousing.

“I’m going to….” My voice shook. My toes curled.

He snarled again, his hand splaying against the base of my spine, pushing me down farther so that he could go in deeper. His fingers now gripped my waist as he pushed in, hitting a spot that made me see white. And when I came, a shriek of pure pleasure was wrenched from my body. Aiden kept pounding into me from behind until he was pouring himself inside of me, a raucous groan of his own indicating that he’d found his release.

I couldn’t even stand, I was so dizzy from the euphoria of coming so hard and fast. Aiden seemed to sense it because he kept a firm grip on me and brought me over to the couch.

He began peppering my face with kisses as he apologized for losing control. My shirt was ripped open, buttons spread out across the floor.I was never more thankful for giving Lorraine time off. This would have been utterly embarrassing if she'd been around.

My eye fluttered open. But why the hell was Aiden apologizing? I'd loved every minute of what he’d done to me.

“I lost control…Was it too much?”

He was patting my cheek, as if to assure himself I was still there. His other hand was trying and failing at trying to close the gap in my blouse. Well, the buttons were all scattered across our floor so trying to close my blouse was a losing battle. I held back a snort as I looked at the stricken expression on Aiden's face.

"Was I too wild?" he asked hoarsely.

And another ugly memory reared its head.

He’s wild. You could never handle him.

With an odd lurch, I lifted myself up on my elbows, hair falling over one shoulder.

“It was earth-shattering sex,” I said bluntly. “You’ve been holding yourself back this whole time, haven’t you?”

“It’s not like that,” Aiden's words were defensive. “It’s not like that at all. Anything with you is perfect.”

“But you like it rough?”

For the first time ever, Aiden blushed at me.

“Sometimes.”

“Hey. I’m not made of china. I won’t break.” I reached out a finger to gently trail down his bicep. “It was hot.” I smiled. “I like it when you lose control.”

Aiden didn’t look convinced, instead he looked guilty.

I didn't hesitate in my next decision. I closed my eyes, concentrating on letting down the walls I'd worked so hard to build against his mind. I loved him and he had a right to experience everything with me. No more hiding behind walls, no more second-guessing each other.

Chapter 51

"And I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.” ? Laurell K. Hamilton, A Lick of Frost

Rose's POV

Aiden was a considerate partner, in and out of bed. It wasn't just the sex. Aiden was so in-tuned to my feelings now. It was the small, kind, random acts he did throughout the day that made me feel like the luckiest girl ever.

He'd make me coffee every morning before he left to do his own thing. He kept my bag stocked with ballpoint pens so I wouldn't run out. Aiden checked my car every morning and warmed it up on a cold winter's morning when he knew I had to leave early for class. He'd make sure there was a glass of wateron my side table in case I got thirsty at night. Aiden always kept my car filled with gas, so I didn't have to worry about it. And the list just went on with all the little things he did for me. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty because I felt like I was in a relationship where Aiden did most of the heavy-lifting. I wanted to do something special for him too.

When I finally confirmed that the ceremony was going to go off without a hitch, I couldn't wait to do something for Aiden. Something that would make Aiden stop worrying about his younger brother.

"We have to spill our blood over the land first." I guided Aiden, handing him a dagger with a rose-gold hilt.

We stood together with Dylan standing across from us. It was early December and I wore a thin white shift, out of the norm considering the cold weather. Most of the pack members were present, forming a circle around us.

I breathed in deeply as the steady drip of Aiden's blood splattered against the dirt beneath my feet. He handed me the knife so I could cut my palm open and follow suit. Then I looked up at Dylan expectantly. I had always been a little on the shorter side. But Dylan had grown enough in the past six months for me to realize that he'd gained a considerably more advantage in height over me.