Chapter 483: Into it [M]

Chapter 483 :

Elara

It’s always like this, this pull, this inability to keep our hands off each other.

There’s something intoxicating about having someone who wants you as much as you want them, someone whose touch still sets your skin on fire.

We pull away from the kiss, and a string of saliva connects us before it breaks. Honestly, I think with the amount of bodily fluid exchange we do, I’m 50% my mate. Well, she is 50% my soul.

I love her so much it hurts sometimes, but right now, she’s not looking at me. I’m wallowing in affection, and she’s staring at my chest like a hungry wolf... well, panther.

I yank her by her hair again and make her look at me.

"Should I cut off my boobs so that I can have my mate’s full attention?"

She gasps and covers my mouth with her hand. "Don’t you say such blasphemous words."

She looks genuinely offended, I almost laugh. I remove her hand, and I purposely decide to pick a fight.

"Blasphemous? You’re the one worshipping them instead of having a conversation with me."

"Can’t I do both?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Multitasking is a valuable skill."

"You call this multitasking?" I gesture to where her hand is dropping the front hem even lower, she’s ruining the fabric by stretching it like this, I don’t care though I have access to her bank cards.

"This is singular focus, Daphne. Singular, inappropriate focus."

"You seemed to be enjoying my singular focus a moment ago," she murmurs, her hands back on my thighs, and she shifts me on her laps to come closer.

"It’s unfair when you look like this, you know." She mumrmurs and I gasp, when her fingers reach my underwear. I’m obviously wet, I don’t I’m ever not around her.

"I’m saying we should have a conversation." I say.

"We are having a conversation." She says and enters me with two fingers, I bite back a moan.

"What kind of conversation?" I ask,my hips rocking instinctively against her hand.

Her thumb circles my clit as her fingers thrust deeper, finding that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. I can feel my wolf stirring, that wild energy humming beneath my skin, responding to my mate’s touch.

"A bodily conversation." She says and I laugh.

"Bodily conversation?"

"Yes, there’s different kinds of conversations, you know." She says and kisses my jaw.

"Oh yeah like?"

"You know there’s small talk, debating, heart to heart, discussion....and bodily." She curls her fingers and I squirm in her lap.

"See, in this kind of conversation your body talks for you.’"she says in that low and husky voice that turns me on so much.

"These goosebumps on your skin."

"The way your nipples are hard."

"The way you’re biting your lip."

"And the way you’re clenching around my fingers."

"You—" I don’t finish what I want to say,my words lost in a gasp as she hits that perfect spot inside me again.

"Look at the way your skin is turning red, you’re embarrassed aren’t you?"

"Stop."

"I’m having a conversation here."

Her fingers are relentless, curling and scissoring with a rhythm that has my head spinning. My hips buck against her hand instinctively, seeking more, needing to be filled completely.

The pleasure is building fast, a coiling heat low in my belly that tightens with every thrust of her hand.

She doesn’t let up, only moving faster, and leans forward to suck my nipples. I hold her shoulders and back, my fingers digging into her muscles as I bite my lip, trying desperately to stifle the moan building in my throat.

I know being like this is normal in the pack due to supernatural hearing; there are virtually no secrets. But I’d rather not have my daughter hear me moaning while I’m getting fingered on the couch by her mother.

The thought is mortifying.

Her thumb presses harder on my clit, and I put a hand on my mouth, muffling the sound. I hear her chuckle against my skin, the vibrations traveling deliciously through my body. I can’t bring myself to be angry; she’s doing such a good ... amazing job right now.

"See?" she murmurs against my skin, her voice husky with desire. "Your body knows what it wants. It doesn’t need words."

I want to make a snarky remark but her thumb presses harder, circling my clit with a precision that makes my toes curl and my claws come out, only the smell of blood has me realize I am mutilating my mate’s back and I retract them.

"Daphne," I breathe, my voice trembling. "I’m going to..."

"Let go," she commands softly. "I’ve got you."

And I do. My head falls back, and I shatter around her fingers.

When I finally come down from my high, I’m panting, my body trembling with aftershocks.

She looks at me with a satisfied, stupid smirk on her face. I shove off and get off her, and she brings her fingers to her lips and licks them slowly. Her eyes never leave mine.

"I was going to apologize for hurting you but seeing that grin on your face, I won’t," I say, trying to fix my dress. My hands are unsteady and my legs still slightly trembling.

"Jokes on you, my beloved. I’m into it."

I pause and look at her.

She is leaning against the couch, her legs still open wide. Her hair is a wild mess around her face. Her shirt is rumpled, half untucked, and there is a faint mark on her collarbone that I definitely did not leave there.

She looks thoroughly debauched.

And thoroughly pleased with herself.

But she also looks extremely attractive, so I turn around before I find myself back on her lap.My dress is hopeless. The neckline is really ruined. I’ll have to change—

I feel hands around my waist.

"No," I say.

She kisses my neck.

"Come on."

"Daphne, we were talking about Lunas and Alphas. I have duties to fill."

"Alternatively, Miss Luna of Redmoon," she murmurs against my skin, "you could walk back to the bed, spread your pretty legs, and have your mate eat her dinner."

Oh goddess.

I’m only mortal.

How could I say no?