The Alpha's Unwanted Luna Novel

Chapter 123 Chapter 123 Wait a minute. "How can that be true?" I push myself up onto my knees, my hand instinctively rubbing my stomach again. This has to be a lie. There's no way the sensations I experienced were just in my head or some kind of trick. He growls lowly, his voice rough. "Kennedy..." "What? You can't just ignore me for weeks and then expect me not to be curious when you finally decide to speak," I snap, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as if trying to steady himself.

"Can we just go back to sleep and talk about this tomorrow?" "No chance. Tell me how it's possible you're a virgin. I know exactly what I felt, what happened to me." "I'm not afraid to answer questions," he says quietly, "though some answers might not be what you want to hear. But please..." "Then what the hell is wrong with you?" I almost yell again, unable to understand. "Why won't you even look at me?" I inch closer, aching to reach out and touch his cheek despite the anger simmering inside me. The need for connection is overpowering, yet I hold back, waiting.

"Do you have any idea what I've wanted to do to you since that night on the balcony?" His voice is low, tense. "And now you're here, beside me, half-naked... wanting to talk. No, I can't look at you. If I do, I won't be able to control myself. I love seeing you kneeling next to me, but if I look, I'll touch-and if I touch, I won't stop myself from doing something I'm not ready for." It's all about him and his feelings-typical. Well, two can play that game. I know he's painfully aware of me right now. The evidence is clear, tenting his shorts.

He can smell me, feel every tiny movement, but I want to give him a taste of his own medicine. Slowly, I shift, straddling his legs just behind the undeniable bulge. I'm close enough that I can feel his pulse throbbing against me. He sucks in a sharp breath but doesn't let it out. I lean forward, placing my hands on the headboard beside his head and whisper into his ear. "You really ought to learn to control your urges. They always seem to get you into trouble." I tilt my hips just a little, and he whimpers softly. "Don't you dare move a muscle.

You're going to sit here and take everything I give you, like a good boy. Aren't you?" Another tilt, another whimper in response. There's something intoxicating about this control, this power I hold over him. It feels so good that I grind my swollen nub against him, letting out a small moan as waves of pleasure ripple through me. "Kennedy, please....." he breathes. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn findnovel.net "Aren't you?" I ask again, my lips brushing against the hard length as I speak. I watch goosebumps rise along his neck. This time, he nods.

"I'm in charge of this game now." I rock my hips against him once more, letting my nose trail down his throat and across one collarbone. He shivers. At least he reacts to me the same way I do to him. Maybe I could get off just by dry-humping him right here. Maybe I will-and then leave him wanting more. "I'm so close. You always have me so worked up," he pants, his voice ragged. My body is taking over now, and my mind is slipping into a haze of delicious stupidity. I can't let him come. Tonight, I'm going to edge him like never before.

He deserves to know what it feels like to be so sexually frustrated. "Will you come for me, Kennedy?" he rasps between heavy breaths. "Maybe." I grind harder, my whole body trembling. I don't have much time left. I trail my tongue up the side of his neck, planting a soft kiss on the sweet spot just behind his ear, drawing a deep groan from him.