Blood on the Moon
Chapter 59: Sire

Asher

I walk into Rose’s apartment, anxious with anticipation.

What is she going to tell me? What was her plan? Whatever it was, did her Council approve it?

When I enter, soft music is playing, and Rose is standing by the couch in a long, see-through, firetruck red robe with feathers on the end, the red lingerie she’s wearing underneath visible through it. She’s wearing black thigh highs attached to a red garter belt. She’s clad in a red thong and a lacy red bra that her breasts spill out of.

She’s holding two flutes of champagne, a bottle in a bucket of ice on the kitchen table.

My breath hitches in my throat as she walks toward me slowly, like a lioness, her red heels clicking on the floor.

“Rose.”

She reaches me, handing me my champagne before trailing her finger down my chest, placing her hand flat over my heart.

“How are you, my love?”

“How do you think?” I ask, grabbing her hips as I drink her in with my eyes. “You look like a Goddess.”

“It’s not wise to compare one to the Gods,” she warns, playing with the collar of my shirt.

“It’s not wise to provoke your Alpha like this.”

“Alpha?” She asks, smirking. “Soon, I’ll be calling you my Sire.”

“What?” I ask, a little taken aback. “How so?”

“The meeting I had with my Elders and Council last night?” She says, biting her lip. “It was to get approval for my plan to merge our Clan and Pack once I’ve overthrown Gen and we’re officially mated.”

“What?”

“Which, by the way, I promised them that we’d have a mating ceremony that would include both vampire and werewolf customs, so we’ll have to get creative with that.”

“Excuse me, back up,” I say, stumbling over my words. “Now I see why you’re buttering me up.”

“Buttering you up?” She asks innocently. “This is simply the welcome the Alpha of Black Opal and incoming Sire of Crimson Night deserves.”

“H-How did you get them to agree to that?” I ask, shocked.

She drapes her arm over my shoulder, taking a long, seductive drink from her glass. “I am a persuasive woman. I also pointed out the economic and political benefits of being closely aligned with a pack. I played up how we’d go down in history as the first Clan to do this and promised they wouldn’t have to integrate if they didn’t want to. We’ll simply be working in tandem with one another so we can be joint rulers rather than a mated couple in control of separate domains. We’ll turn the rogue territory between us into a neutral land where we can meet to discuss how we will divvy up shared resources. Beyond that, it’ll be business as usual.”

“Wow,” I gasp. “We’ll have to iron out the details, and I’ll have to get my pack on board, but it’s an excellent idea.”

“Plus, we’ll have the support of River Run in the event other packs and clans disapprove of our choice, so we don’t have to worry much about losing allies.”

“You’re a genius, Rose,” I marvel, kissing her cheek. “And I’m sure once you rescue my pack from their previous leader, they’ll do just about anything you request. Besides, you will technically be their Luna, whether they like it or not, since you defeated the previous leader.”

“Now you see why there is cause for celebration,” she says with a wink as she raises her glass, and I clink mine against hers.

“Cheers to you,” I say, my lips millimeters from hers. “Dame of Crimson Night and incoming Luna of Black Opal.”

“I love how that sounds,” she replies as she closes the gap, champagne forgotten as our glasses crash to the floor in sync.

I place my hands on the back of her thighs, and she jumps, wrapping her legs around my hips, and I support her, gripping her ass as I carry her to the bedroom.

Rose

He tore the robe off of me greedily within seconds of being on the bed as my frantic hands unbuttoned his shirt, desperate for his body to meld with mine again.

Oh, what a wonderful feeling that is.

He growls as he throws his shirt off, his sculpted body sending a shiver down my spine and into my needy cunt as he undoes his belt.

“I’ve been dreaming about those lips around my cock, my Luna,” he says, pulling his solid cock out of his underwear.

I lick my lips, sitting up as he stays on his knees. “So have I, my Sire.”

His throat rumbles as I take his cock in my mouth. “Is it strange that I like the sound of that more than Alpha?” He asks, grabbing my hair tightly as I shove his cock down my throat, wasting no time in using my venom to numb myself so I can take him all the way.

I love it when he chokes me. God, there is no better feeling than bringing him this pleasure. It is corny, maybe a little masochist, but I do not care. The way he is thrusting with full force into my throat as I gag, my eyes watering and saliva running down my chin makes me close to orgasm.

And he must pick up on this because he encourages, “Touch yourself. Cum with my cock in your mouth. It’ll be your first one of the night.”

First?

There will be many?

The thought makes my body shudder as I snake my hand down my panties, circling my clit with my finger, gently stimulating myself as I moan, gripping his hips with my other hand.

“You take it so well,” he praises. “Such a good little slut, letting me throat-fuck you.”

I whine, increasing the pace on my clit, but it’s his words that bring me the most pleasure. His husky tone, labored breaths, and the grip on my hair as he ravages me in the most lovingly passionate way. It’s not violent or disrespectful, though it may seem that way from the outside if someone were to walk in. It’s a rough power play, one that I am more than happy to give him. One that makes me feel so powerful, giving him pleasure that I know only I can.

Thinking of this is what sends me over the edge, my orgasm rolling through my body as I groan desperately around his throbbing cock.

“Mmm,” he hums, pulling out of my throat. I pant, coughing as I catch my breath.

“On your knees, my love,” he commands as he lies on the bed, his head on the pillow.

I bite my lip as he motions for me to approach him, and I do.

“Sit on my face.”

I smile, gripping the headboard as I straddle my thighs on either side of his cheeks, slowly lowering myself onto him.

“Don’t you dare lift your pussy,” he instructs, moving my panties to the side. “I’m not done until you cum again.”

And, with that, he pulls me onto him, his mouth and nose covered with my heat as he licks his tongue up my slit, using it to fuck my pussy as I moan. He uses his nose to stimulate my clit while reaching his hands up my stomach to my breasts, pinching my nipples over the thin lace of my bra as I throw my head back.

I’ve never ridden a man’s face before. I’ve been missing out.

He starts circling my clit with his tongue, moaning into my pussy, using his voice as a vibrator on my clit as he wraps his lips around it.

“Oh! Oh, God!” I cry. “Keep doing that! Oh, fuck! Don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t, pinching my breasts harder as he takes sharp breaths through his nose only to hum a little harder around my clit, increasing the vibration. He even tries out different patterns, like setting on a vibrator.

He alternates between sucking, blowing, vibrating, and licking, throwing my body into a frenzy as sweat coats me. I cling onto the headboard for dear life, my thighs shaking as I whine, the fingers of my free hand dug into his hair.

“This feels so fucking good, Asher,” I cry. “I-I’m so close, baby. Don’t stop!”

He uses his thumb to swipe across my nipples, the skin so sensitive that each touch feels like its own mini orgasm, not even including the pleasure coming from his stimulation of my clit.

“Uh!” I moan, throwing my head back, my mouth hanging agape as I take a sharp breath in, my muscles tightening and tightening, my toes curled, and my eyes screwed shut. Then, the explosion.

I spill into his lips, my muscles releasing as I exhale, heaving in breaths as my body shakes, my mind in another place filled with sexual ecstasy.

He licks up my slit as I begin lifting myself off his face, too weak to stay on my knees anymore. I crash onto my back, and he quickly crawls on top of me.

“Do you need a break?” he asks as he pulls his pants and boxers off his body, discarding them to the side. “Or are you ready for me to fuck you?”

“Fuck me!” I answer quickly, exhaustion forgetten as my legs spread for him.

He chuckles, reaching into the bedside drawer to grab a condom and rolling it over his massive length.

I’ll have to get larger ones next time; these don’t fit him well. Let’s hope it doesn’t break. But I’ve seen people try to cut these things with knives or put them around watermelons with no issue.

“Ready?” He asks, uncliping my garter belt from my stockings so he can slip the belt and my panties down my legs. “Those tights and heels are gonna stay on,” he says with a wink.

“Yes,” I beg, wrapping my legs around his as he snakes his hand around my back and unclasps my bra, throwing it in the pile with the rest of our clothes.

He slips into me, and I inhale sharply, filled with lust and love, as he pushes himself into me much easier this time compared to last. But I still need a moment to adjust. He pumps in and out slowly, giving me time to adjust to him, gradually moving his hips faster and pumping deeper.

“Please,” I whine. “H-harder!”

He smirks, his eyes shining as he loads my legs up on either shoulder.

“As you wish.”

He begins slamming into me, reaching deep inside me as I scream, my back arched, gasping for breath as our bodies rock.

“Oh, God!” I cry, knowing I’ll get no help from Him or any other deity. “Alpha! Oh, Alpha!”

“You’re so hot, your legs on my shoulders like this,” he growls, licking his thumb before placing it on my clit, circling the extra sensitive bud after two orgasms. “Such a perfect mate.”

“Please, fuck me from behind,” I request, moving my legs so I can get on my hands and knees, my ass on display for him.

He hums, running his hands up and down my ass, giving me a hard spank, my skin stinging as I moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, taunting me, slapping my ass again.

“Y-Yes,” I admit, arching my back so my ass is even more at his disposal.

“You think you deserve the belt?” He asks, using his thumbs to massage my lower back.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he says, reaching to the side of the bed in the pile of clothes and grabbing his belt out of it. He folds it into a loop.

“You’re going to count after each one, Dame,” he says. “Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Sire.”

He slaps the belt against my ass, being far more gentle than I want him to be, but I’m sure he’s testing to see where my threshold is, not wanting to actually hurt me.

“One,” I say confidently, wiggling my ass a bit to taunt him into hitting harder.

I hear him chuckle, his voice low and menacing, the belt coming down again, the pain a little sharper this time, the crack loud as it echoes through the room.

“Two!” I shout, my clit throbbing.

He brings the belt down on my other cheek two times in a row.

“Three, f-four,” I stutter, gasping for breath, my pussy dripping with the need for his cock again.

He rubs my ass with his other hand, giving me a break as he kisses the skin, licking up the center, his tongue swirling around my asshole.

“You like this, baby?” He asks, smacking my thigh with the belt.

“Five!” I cry, my eyes screwed shut. “Yes.”

He buries his face into me, ravishing me with his tongue as he delivers two more blows.

“Six! Seven!”

He lays down the belt for now, gripping my hips as he eats my ass diligently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive and previously untouched area. I never thought I’d like something like this, but I do. It feels fucking insane.

He toys with the entrance with his finger, pinching my thigh gently twice, asking for permission.

“Yes,” I tell him, and he dips his finger inside.

“Ah!” I cry, lurching forward. That was slightly less nice.

He chuckles softly. “Alright, well, you don’t like that,” he says, pulling my hips back to their previous position and diving in again. “Can’t say I blame you.”

I giggle. “By the way, I love you, but I’m not tossing your salad.”

I feel the breath of his laugh against me as he pulls away and says, “No great loss to me, my love.”

He takes the belt in his hand again, sitting up to deliver the last three hard blows.

I squeal in delight, my ass stinging as I cry, “Eight! Nine! Ten!”

“So good,” he applauds, tossing the belt off the bed again as he positions himself at my entrance. “Ready?”

I smile, my hair draping over one side of my face.

“Yes, Alpha.”

He slides into me, putting his entire length into me easily as his stomach slaps against my ass.

“That has to be the most glorious sound in the universe,” he marvels, moving faster, the loud clapping filling the room along with our grunts, heavy breathing, and moans.

My back is arched, clit throbbing as he reaches around me to touch it, my hands clutching the sheets for dear life.

“Yes, yes!” I cry as he grows more ravenous, the growl of his wolf low in his throat as he increases his pace on my clit adn with his thrusts.

“I’m close,” he tells me.

“So am I,” I reply, slamming my hips against him in junction with his movements.

“Fuck,” he mutters, gripping my hip with his left hand tightly, his nails digging into the skin. “So gorgeous.”

“Asher!” I cry, on the edge of my orgasm, as my face falls into the pillow, using it to muffle my screams as it rips through me with no warning, and I squirt all over his stomach, followed quickly by the feeling of his hot cum spilling into the condom.

We both take heavy breaths, coated in sweat, as the smell of sex hangs in the air.

He pulls out slowly, throwing the condom in the trash before collapsing on his back. I fall to my side, my back facing him.

He rubs my shoulder, my eyes closed as exhaustion washes over me.

He kisses my cheek sweetly, spooning my body.

“That was so fucking good,” he says, wordsmith that he is.

“’ Twas,” I answer with a small smile.

“You tired?”

“You gave me three orgasms.”

There’s a bit of silence as he rests his head in the crook of my neck, his arm slung over my waist.

“Do you have to leave tonight, or can you stay?” I ask.

“I can’t stay, my love,” he whispers, kissing my jaw in consolation. “I will stay until you fall asleep, though.”

“Promise?”

“Would I ever lie to you?”

“No.”

“Then you have no reason to worry if I will leave before you drift off in whatever dream visits you tonight.”

“You speak such a beautiful sentence about sleep but only describe our sex as ‘fucking good’?” I tease, which earns a hearty laugh from him, his chest pressed against my back.

“As the testosterone coursing through my blood lowers, my way with words gets higher.”

“Makes sense,” I whisper, my lips only barely moving as the weighted blanket of sleep slowly creeps over me.

Until Asher’s warm body creates the perfect environment, it covers me completely.