I Am The Luna

“I-”

I shut the door behind me, not wanting to hear anything else.

It’s late in the evening and this day has been as long as a fucking thousand days. I’d rather

spend another five years in prison than another day with this lot.

Atticus has still not managed to get the full database of those chipped and was making the necessary calls, but it would take time. As predicted, the humans weren’t exactly cooperating. Meaning we’re stuck here much longer than I anticipated.

Valerie and Zaia had gone shopping in the end, citing the need for clothes. I stayed out of

sight, keeping an ear on Ada and Adriana from my own room.

Something about Atticus really seems off. Does he know Adriana from somewhere? Is he possibly avoiding her? Why, though? Did he run into her in that battle? But she almost died in the tunnels. It can’t be that… she didn’t even make it out to face the Sublime… NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Valerie is currently getting ready for dinner and taking a long time. Not that I mind. I’m in no rush to see the Alpha assholes again.

“Just in time for dinner and I’m done,” Valerie says, opening the door to the bathroom and I look up from where I am working on Adriana’s laptop, to see her wearing a black fitted bandage dress.

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I freeze, not expecting her to look this… Fuck, does she look good, scratch that she looks smoking hot.

There’s plenty of fucking cleavage on view and those tiny straps feel like they are about to snap or I’ll snap them for her… Her dress wraps around her body, accentuating every sexy

curve.

On her feet, she’s wearing a pair of sexy heels and her lower legs shimmer with some kind of

oil.

“Fuck, do you look good… more than good baby girl…” I snap the laptop shut and stand up from the bed as I walk over to her, wanting to tie her up and fuck her right here. “If that dress was even a tad fucking shorter, I’d have you stuck in this room, bent over, legs apart and fucked.”

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I grab her chin, brushing my thumb across her sexy red lips.

“How charming…. Or should I say sexy…” she whispers, running her hands up my chest before locking her arms around my neck.

Fucking tease.

I grab her hands in a flash, twisting them behind her, and turning her back to me. She gasps, parting those soft red lips before she bites her lower lip.

“Fuck…”

“I plan to… now be a good girl and don’t tease,” I growl huskily, flicking my tongue along her neck as I force her hands lower so she can feel how fucking hard she made me in seconds.

Her eyes flutter shut and I kiss her neck, sucking and tugging at the smooth skin, my eyes dipping to her rising and falling chest as she brushes her fingers along my cock, my hand still holding her wrists.

I want her so fucking badly it’s fucking insane. With one swift tug, I yank her dress up around her waist and push her against the wall. “Hands on the wall and legs apart,” I say huskily, no longer able to wait until later.

I need a taste…

“Fuck Zade…” she moans as she obeys, sticking her ass out as she wriggles it like a good little whore. She doesn’t argue, the scent of her arousal already filling the air. “Fuck I want

you.”

“That’s my good little slut.” I murmur in her ear only making her moan as I crouch down behind her, tilting my head back and looking at her tiny thong. Without moving it, I run my tongue along her pussy over the satin fabric, making her moan.

“Fuck, oh goddess…”

Her scent is like a fucking drug and now I push aside her thong, running my tongue along her clit. I appreciate her sexy ass up in my face, her heart pounding as I tease her.

Her soft moans of approval only grow as I keep going; licking, twirling and flicking her clit and every time I feel her coming closer to her release, I’d pull away and plunge my tongue inside of her. Enjoying the taste of my little sex doll.

“Fuck Zade, stop teasing and fuck me hard,” she whimpers.

I smirk as I brush her clit so fucking slowly, taking a moment to watch her juices slowly

trickle from her and flick my tongue along her inner thighs, making sure to lick up every drop. She whimpers as she removes her hand from the wall, reaching behind. She’s about to grab my hair when I move my head back.

“Hands on the wall, Little Mate, or I won’t continue.”