The Alpha's Unwanted Luna Novel

Chapter 125 Chapter 125 "Can I..." I began hesitantly, my voice trailing off before I could finish the sentence. "No demands. No requests," Ryker interrupted firmly, his tone sharp. "I'm still mad at you." I felt a flicker of frustration but didn't argue. Instead, I let my fingers glide slowly over the outside of my thighs, tracing a path upward along my stomach. A soft, painful groan escaped him, but he stayed silent, biting back whatever else he wanted to say. Encouraged, I allowed my touch to travel higher, reaching the delicate black lace of my bra-the final piece of my lingerie set.

It wasn't the most supportive, but it was undeniably soft, alluring, and left very little to the imagination. My fingers moved deliberately over the fabric, teasing the fully erect buds beneath. The sensitivity was overwhelming; a small gasp slipped from my lips, and Ryker groaned again, a sound I found utterly intoxicating. His noises spurred me on, feeding the playful teasing between us. Though he still wasn't allowed to touch me, I decided to show him exactly what I liked. After all, this was part of the intimate journey Ben and I had been exploring together.

I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, pinching my nipples gently through the lace, wincing slightly at the sharp sting. Then, switching tactics, I massaged both breasts softly, soothing the tender spots. Foreplay was my favorite being touched and teased with just the right hint of roughness was an exquisite kind of pleasure. "Kennedy..." His voice cracked as he swallowed hard. Before he could say more, I unclasped the bra, letting it drop to the cold stone floor with a soft rustle. Now free of fabric, I repeated the gentle ministrations, my skin fully exposed.

I didn't look at him, focusing instead on the sensations coursing through me. I could feel the heat of his desire mixing with mine, and the sound of our ragged breaths filled the room. One hand stayed pressed to my breast, while the other slid down beneath my panties. The pleasure was mounting too quickly-I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out. My fingers circled the swollen bundle of nerves, but the tension was building fast.

To give myself a little more freedom, I slid my panties down just enough over my hips- enough to allow my hand better access, but not enough for Ryker to have an unobstructed view. I resumed rubbing my clitoris, then slowly eased two fingers inside my already drenched pussy. The tightness took my breath away, and I could feel my walls beginning to contract in anticipation of release. I moved my fingers in and out gently, a moan escaping my lips with each motion. "Oh, shit!

You're so fucking amazing," I breathed, glancing up to find Ryker gripping the shower frame, his hips subtly matching my rhythm. If this was the intensity of being aroused with him simply in the room, I shuddered to think how explosive actual sex would be. Turning around, I placed one hand flat against the wall as I bent over, giving him a clear view of my hand sliding in and out of me. I spread my legs as far as my panties allowed, picking up the pace. Each stroke pressed my palm harder against my clitoris, heightening the sensation.

Just like on the balcony earlier, his presence made everything feel more intense, more charged. "Oh, fuck! Ryker, I'm coming. I'm coming. Yes, oh yes, yes, yes," I chanted with every thrust, my walls tightening fiercely around my fingers. "Kennedy, I can't hold it," he grunted, his voice strained. "Don't you fucking touch yourself!" I warned, still riding my hand as waves of pleasure crashed over me. "I don't need to. Oh shit! Ken...ne...dy," he gasped, his pants and groans punctuated by the sudden snap of metal.

The screeching noise startled me, and I spun around, pressing myself against the wall as Ryker stumbled forward into the stream of the shower. He clutched the top frame of the shower door, which suddenly gave way with a loud thunk as the glass door crashed down onto the bathroom rug. Ryker looked up at me, wild-eyed and holding a piece of broken metal, his breath coming fast. "What the hell did you do to me?" he demanded, a mixture of frustration and awe in his voice. I shrugged casually, trying to appear unfazed.

"Apparently, sexual acts with your mate are better than with anyone else," I said with a sly smile. Without waiting for a response, I stepped past him, exiting the shower, carefully navigating around the fallen door, and making my way into my bedroom.