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Larc buries his face in my pussy, and the simple whoosh of his breath surges me into an altered state of consciousness. I’m here but I’m not. This particular act has been absent during my years of submission. Ben disliked oral sex other than it being performed on him. My mind snaps from Ben to Larc, who is licking my entire vaginal area from opening to clit. His long, thick tongue covers the surface, swiping up and down and increasing the lubrication. I’m catapulted into the clouds when he sticks his tongue inside, twisting it around, and starts tongue fucking me. My face contorts from tension, eroticism, while my legs quiver. He’s making my soul weep from the ultimate high with his luscious attack of my core. I’ve lost the sense to breathe, holding it in until I’m hit like fairy lights blowing a fuse inside me. Unexpected. Unmatched. A euphoric sizzle throughout my limbs creates a small stream of wetness to my butt.

The sizzle subsides, and I open my eyes to Larc gazing down at me. He has such a relaxed expression, which softens his strong features, and when he smiles I crumble into the bed. It’s an ever-burning look that has me finally realizing I’d give my heart, body, and soul to Larc.

He leans down, kissing the corners of my lips, and then it turns into a full-on kiss, bathing me in a gentleness after he devoured me. His hard cock is between us in proportion to the rest of him. Larc is huge. No matter how many cocks I’ve had, sometimes more than one, none can compare to the heaviness of Larc’s. I’m not nervous or intimidated by it.

His forearms hold him as he lifts his pelvis to adjust his cock, nestling it between my wet lips, as he settles back down. Larc’s mouth attaches to where my neck and shoulder meet, applying a little pressure with his teeth while he nudges his way inside me. The stretching takes me off-guard, and my hands fly up to his biceps, which stops his advancement.

Larc raises his head.

“Am I hurting you?”

I let out an uneven breath.

“No, I just…didn’t anticipate this amount of pressure.”

“We’ll take it slow.”

My legs widen as I nod. Larc inches in a little more, but he must notice my discomfort because his fingers massage my scalp while he applies open-mouth kisses to my face, neck, and shoulder. His tongue glides along my collarbone to settle the pain while his hips rock forwards and backwards, easing into me.

He places a kiss behind my ear, licks the curvature, and whispers.

“This is as far as I’ll go, okay?”

I swallow, staring up at him.

“And how far is that?”

Larc winks and smiles.

“Enough to get us both off.”

He begins to thrust in and out, bending his left leg to the side to broaden the space by raising mine. The way his pelvis causes friction against my clit adds to an easier access. Larc’s heavy breathing, moans, and grunts are aphrodisiacs, and I find myself meeting his thrusts. Our pelvises pressing together and retreating to the same beat. Those icy-blue eyes intoxicate me. We’re rising together, racing to our climax, teetering on a fine line of pain and enjoyment until Larc growls my name. Like a kink in a water hose twisted back into shape, I squirt, dousing our lower regions and the bed. I’ve never squirted before and it only gives Larc more incentive to keep pumping, growling my name along with affectionate words. I’m squeezing him close, unable to let go because it’s perfect. Sex. Larc. The way he handles me. How can someone so massive in appearance and presence bring peaceful nirvana to lovemaking? And this has me crying.

He empties into me, thrusts slowing, as he strokes my hair, telling me everything will be okay. I’m ridiculous, ruining our first pure moment together. Larc angles his hips backwards, so his semi-erect cock falls out of me. Rolling to his side, he pulls me along, allowing me to sob into his chest. Since arriving here, every situation fractures my emotions into something new, unable to recognize why I’m reacting the way I am. Larc kisses the top of my head. It’s such a tender response, which only increases my tears.

Instead of shushing me, he caresses my back, drawing small circles over it while his anaconda arms gather me into his warmth. I find my tears lessening, and my eyes droop until sleep takes me away.

I wake to the up and down motion of Larc’s breathing. One of his arms drapes across my back, hand resting on my butt cheek. The other is tucked under his head as he stares out the floor-to-ceiling windows with a sliding door opening onto a balcony. When he feels me stir, he glances down and runs his fingers through my hair.

“Hey, beautiful.”

A rush of embarrassment colors my face. Larc’s compliments are endearing and smother my heart from the overwhelming feelings I’ve lost over time.

I pull myself into a seated position, resting my back against the headboard, thanking him. It’s the first time I’m taking in the room since we were too caught up in our earlier desires. The place is enormous, and the majority of the room is encased in windows where his bed is pushed against a wall of them, which can sleep five people. To the left, there’s a fireplace burning, and to the right, an ensuite washroom connected to a walk-in closet.

“You have a beautiful bedroom.”

I raise my hands to indicate everything.

“The whole house is.”

“Thank you. I designed and built it myself.”

He gives a lopsided smile.

“With some help.”

My eyebrows rise for a moment, and then I subtly check out Larc. He’s thrown the sheet over his waist, but his thick, muscular legs are stretched out and crossed at the ankle, chest and abs exposed. Larc has a perpetual tan, which I can only guess has something to do with being a werewolf. Next to him, I’m as white as the flesh of a coconut. After decades of men swapping and using me, I’ve never come across anyone as masculine and disarming as Larc. His ice-blue eyes enhance his tan skin and hulking physique. I loved running my fingers through his thick, silky shoulder-length hair, and I hope to do it again.

When I’m done scoping out his body, I lift my chin to find him watching me with a devilish grin. My face and neck heat up. His feet do a little windshield wiper move as he bites his lower lip. He looks like a schoolboy, and it’s sweet. I’m at a loss for words, thinking about how I forced myself on him, and now I’m lying in his bed. He’s delectable, and I don’t recall ever using the word, but it fits Larc.

I clear my throat, and say.

“Thank you for…”

I gesture to the bed.

“Um, helping me forget.”

Larc throws his head back and howls. Actually howls.

“Oh, Ivy, you’re adorable.”

He rests his hand on my thigh.

“In all seriousness, I hope it cleared your mind for the time being.”

My hand rests on top of his, running my fingers over his large hands and fingers. We remain quiet and my mind goes to work again. I accused Larc of not caring about me, but he does give me special treatment. Maybe he feels sorry for me because I’m so messed up.

“What are you thinking, sweetie?”

My head bows, twisting the sheet in my hand and I ask.

“Why do you take care of me more so than the others?”

He rolls his head, cracking his neck.

“And why do I have this natural comfort around you?”

His hand swipes down his face, and he releases a hefty sigh.

“Did you read any more of that book I gave you?”

“Yes.”

“Did you come across anything regarding a Luna?”

“The Luna is the Alpha’s mate. His partner.”

My hand flies to my mouth.

“Oh, my God, do you have a Luna somewhere? Did you just cheat on her?”

Larc’s gaze locks on mine, and with a timid smile, he says.

“You’re my mate, Ivy.”

My eyebrows dip low.

“Your mate? Like your werewolf mate?”

He nods.

“How can that be? I’m human.”

He releases a long breath.

“It’s a rare occurrence, but sometimes the Moon Goddess chooses humans to be half our souls.”

My gaze wanders around the room, looking for an answer that isn’t there.

“How is it I feel strength and comfort when I’m with you? According to the book, the mates experience the pull from their wolves. I don’t have a wolf.”

He takes my hand, kissing the back of it.

“Since werewolf and human mates are rare, I can’t answer all your questions other than to say your soul tugs toward mine. You don’t need a wolf for that.”

Questions swirl in my head. Mate. His chosen one. Then that makes me his Luna. To lead alongside him. This can’t be, because I want to give Larc my body, heart, and soul, except I can’t do it as a Luna. I’m not strong. I’ll ruin his pack.

I slip off the other side of the bed, shaking my head and collecting my clothes, clutching them close to my chest.

“I can’t. I can’t be your mate.”

Larc hops off the bed and stalks toward me, saying.

“Are you rejecting me?”

My eyes squeeze closed, arm stretched forward, while I brace for impact. “Please.”

The fear draws tears from me.

I’m out of line.

Ben grabs my hair, dragging me down the stairs, and into the backyard to the shed. I’m begging him to not hurt me. The shed is used for punishment. Harsh punishment. We’ve only been together a few months and I’ve seen this place more than the bedroom. He throws me to the ground, digs his knee into my back to put restraints around my wrists, binding them behind my back. I’m kicking, screaming, asking him to please give me another chance, but he has shut down, not hearing a thing I’m saying. He moves to bind my ankles, blindfolds me, and puts in a ball gag. I hear him preparing something while my muffled screams are dismissed. First, he inserts a dildo into my vagina, and there’s an instant burning. I’m wiggling like a worm to disengage it. Then he inserts a butt plug, and I experience the same kind of excruciating pain. My feet press into the floor, clenching my lower muscles, which only makes it worse.

For an hour, my insides are on fire, and I’m so exhausted from sobbing that I’m pressing my forehead into the floor to fight the pain. Ben removes the blindfold, which has me blinking several times before I can see anything. He retrieves the crop and strikes each cheek five times, which has me clenching again, increasing the pain. Once it’s over, I’m released and he removes the items, but I remain on the ground, curled into a fetal position, staring at the bottle of tabasco sauce he poured on the dildo and butt plug.

A low growl of my name snaps me back. Larc is in front of me, calling to me.

“That’s it, beautiful. Come back to me.”

I’m in a fetal position, and his words spur on more tears. Larc wraps me in his arms, carries me back to bed, and curls around my back as we lay on our sides. He places a kiss to the back of my head. My sobs subside in his arms.

His hand slides up and down my abdomen.

“Are you okay?”

I wipe the tears with the back of my hands.

“Yes. Thank you.”

Larc turns me to face him, chest pressed to his, and our gazes meet.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I shake my head.

“Listen to what I’m going to tell you, because it’s very important.”

I lick my lips and say okay.

“I would never. Never. Ever raise a hand to you or harm you in any way.”

My eyes deflect to the window, but he gives me a light squeeze.

“Look at me, Ivy.”

I do as he asks.

“I’m not your ex or any of those men who hurt you. This is your home. Even if you tried to kill me, I’d never hurt you. Got that?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now talk to me. Are you rejecting me as your mate?”

My head shakes vigorously.

“No…I mean, yes.”

I press my forehead to his chest.

“I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“So, you don’t want me?”

I look up at him.

“I want you more than life itself.”

My hand glides over his pecs and arms.

“Then what?”

I wet my lips and say.

“I’m no good.”

He’s about to speak, but I press my finger against his lips.

“I’m shattered glass. I’m the rubble left from a bomb. I’m a ghost of skin and bones, waiting for death. You deserve a mate who can give you everything.”

Larc captures my mouth with his, tongue slipping inside, dancing around mine until he breaks away, holding my jaw.

“Now you fucking hear me out. How you feel about yourself isn’t who you are. There’s so much of you that hasn’t been given the opportunity to experience. To soar.”

“I can’t be your Luna, Larc. I’m not leader material.”

“First, we’re mates, and then you become Luna.”

When I attempt to talk, he brushes his nose back and forth against mine.

“I’m not done.”

He hasn’t taken his eyes off me once.

“You’re the missing part of my soul that makes my wolf and I whole. My little sprite.”

This has me smiling.

“I’ll sweep up your glass and the rubble. I’ll plump you up and offer you whatever is needed to get you to Luna status.”

“But—”

“No buts. Do you care for me, Ivy?”

I nod.

“Will you reject me?”

I slowly shake my head.

“Then we’re mates, and we will live like it.”

“People will talk…”

He howls again.

“Let them. I’m the Alpha and you’re my mate. We’ll take it from there.”

“Kyle and your mom don’t like me.”

In quick succession, Larc has me straddling his thighs, circling my nipple piercing with his thumb.

“They’re wary of you because they don’t know you. Once my mom and Kyle, along with everyone else, get to know you better, they’re going to love you like I do.”

I look out the window as he asks.

“Will you talk to Ellen?”

“I’m not sure I want to talk about everything that’s happened.”

“Will you try?”

Larc has this way about him; drawing out my old self I never thought I’d see again. My heart pounds harder when he’s nearby, and I have this deep carnal desire for him. He’s saved me from myself and the world. How can I not want to do everything in my power to make it work? Larc’s my…wolf. He’s strong and fearless, yet protective. When I’m with him, it’s like we’re in a universe of our own.

I press my forehead to his, hand coddling his cheek, and I respond.

“I’ll try.”

Larc flips me onto my back, causing me to squeal.

“That’s all I’m asking, my little sprite.”

My grin takes up my entire face.

“I love the name, but I don’t have one for you.”

He nudges my neck to the side, takes a huge inhale, and flicks his tongue against my skin.

“You’ll come up with something.”