The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

Chapter 35. Mine

She decided not to waste any time and pulled the silk robe on, storming after the Lycan king. Her hair was still wet, and water was trickling down her skin but she did not care. She had to see him, she had to speak to him. She was dying to find out what was going on.

Luckily, he did not lock the door and she entered his own bedroom with ease. It was dark as the curtains in the room were shut and they seemed to be with a complete

blackout effect. This was a manly room in dark shades. Very tasteful and minimalistic. Very

very

him.

She saw Gideon at once as he stood by a desk breathing heavily with one of his hands covering his eyes. This posture startled her and she paused.

But it was too late since he sensed her presence and snapped his head in her direction. “Not now, Riannon,” he said, and it sounded like both warning and begging.

“Just what is going on?” she stepped forward and his eyes landed on the wet silk of her robe that wasn’t hiding anything from his gaze.

“Oh, Goddess!” he muttered, turning away and feeling how desire was overwhelming him again.

“Gideon, speak to me!” the Luna was not giving up, “You are giving me some seriously mixed signals here!”

Mars was howling in his head, and he couldn’t stay close to her anymore. He had the best self-control for a lycan. But this was too much. He had nerves of steel. He wasn’t made of

1. it.

So, the king did the only thing that he could and opened the heavy curtains, letting the light in and stormed out to the balcony to take a deep gulp of air.

He needed to cool himself. But the shower wasn’t going to help him anymore. The thought alone of any kind of water procedures now was bringing him back to his problem.

“Gideon!” she was already behind him, and he closed his eyes as he inhaled that sweet scent of hers, knowing that it would be best not to turn back and look at her.

“Ria,” he would have chuckled at how they suddenly dropped all the formalities now if he wasn’t in physical pain, fighting his body and Mars seemed hard. Too hard. “What is it that you

really want?”

“Answers!” she replied without even so much as a shade of hesitation, “Tell me what just happened! You clearly…”

Her voice broke as did her bravely. Wasn’t she too bold with him? With the Lycan king of

But she clenched her fists and pronounced the next words firmly.

“You clearly want me,” she said and he couldn’t hold back a snort, turning to face her. “You think?” he raised her brow at her. “Then what was the problem right now?” she did not budge.

“The problem, Riannon?” he made a step in her direction and for the first time since they met she managed to see something menacing in his eyes. It was the same handsome face, the

same person that he knew, but somehow the air between them got different suddenly. “The problem is that I more than just want you. I want you all. For myself. Without sharing you with anyone else in this world. I wanted you like that from the moment I saw you and it gets worse every day. The things I want to do to you… You can’t imagine! But if I take you now, I am going to mark that pretty little neck of yours.”

She gulped, trying to process the information.

He told her before that he wanted her as his woman. She even believed him. But marking her… He couldn’t be serious about that.

“But I am already marked,” the words left her lips without her realising as her hand went instinctively to the place where her husband made his claim once. She couldn’t feel it. She couldn’t feel the scar that was there for years.

then? All I see is

your skin.”

When did that

would seal us together

terrible!” he rolled his eyes, coming closer. And now she was backing away.

I

didn’t know what

face,

Riannon,” he said, turning away again and hoping that she would just simply obey him

It doesn’t make any sense! Why does mostly everyone here react as if it was completely normal? Why does my wolf react to you? Why did my

finish as he was right next to her in less than a second, piercing her with his

as he grasped her waist and her pink lips parted

she came here in the first place. From the very beginning,

why couldn’t she push him away?

turning the Luna’s world

her wolf’s words and at the very next

into her mouth,

waist and her hands around his shoulders as their tongues

was surreal. How could she miss this? How could she miss

her back over the cold stone wall, pressing himself tightly against

he muttered still conquering her mouth, “Now I don’t know if I would be able

responded and he snarled into

lycan king said as he pulled the tie of her robe, making her bre.asts bounce freely. He tore off her for a second, to take a breath and

and kneading

Her fingers laced into his hair, tugging it gently, and when he released her flesh, their eyes met. Without any words, there

them now.

she weighed nothing. She watched his every move as he unzipped his jeans and got rid of them. And she forgot how to breathe when he got onto

before. But they were here now

and she felt his tongue flickering over and over her most sensitive bundle of

back in delight, she clenched the sheets

release

her come down from it, watching her and trying to remember

length. Her fingers wrapped around it as she stroked him slowly several times without breaking their

felt. She was going to enjoy it

at

asked, and it was obvious that it was

think I am going to need a new plan,” she admitted honestly, holding his gaze, “Gideon Stormhold, if you don’t

one swift move. Not gently at all. He couldn’t be gentle anymore. He waited enough. She was his

was

back, making her moan, did things to him. He hooked one of her thighs to give himself

repositioned himself.

each thrust cementing their bond. Mars was howling inside because they both were getting exactly what

Their Luna.

all the sensations. The only man she

was so good that she wanted to laugh and cry, and scream, and beg him