Luna for the twin alphas
Chapter 41

An hour later, in front of her dressing table, while her maid brushed her hair, Eden wondered if Ian was feeling romantic at the moment.

"How dull and boring my hair is" Eden mused. Ordinary chestnut brown, and straight as drumsticks, despite all the rosemary rinsing in the world.

Did alphas pay attention to things like that?

"Which nightgown tonight, Milady" the maid asked taking her out of her thoughts

"The beige one with bronze ribbons," Eden decided.

It would contrast better with the pink of the drapes than the green of the other night. But this one was even more transparent.

"The nightie, too, please." Eden asked.

She brought her the light garment, which didn't conceal much either, then brought her mistress's slippers, which she slipped her bare feet into.

"Some fresh perfume, Milady?"

"I haven't got any."

"There was this on the dressing table Milady."

She pointed to a bottle and removed the carved cap. They both bent down to inhale

it.

"Ugh!" Eden exclaimed, "definitely not!"

"-It really is the scent of a..."

"Yes, it is."

The maid wrinkled her nose.

"Certainly it is one of the late lord's luxury hens who left this here," said Gwen.

"I'll empty that, but perhaps we could keep the bottle, what do you say, Milady? It's very pretty."

"Yes, it is."

Luxury hens? Eden thought of Ivan's orgies here. Did Ian like this kind of scent? Whether he liked it or not, either way, She wouldn't wear it.

"You can keep it to yourself, Gwen. And you can go to bed, thank you..." "Good night, milady.."

Eden sat back down and tried to conjure up images of the room and the perfume.

An alpha had to expect... certain things, from an omega dressed as she was, in her boudoir... decorated as it was.

"Eden?"

Ian had entered quietly. Eden jumped to her feet and turned to him.

"Sorry to frighten you, but I had knocked."

Looking amused, Ian wore the same blue silk bathrobe he'd worn on their disastrous wedding night, a lifetime ago, Eden mused.

But there was no nightgown to be seen underneath, and his feet were bare.

Breathless with surprise, Eden realized that Ian was practically naked. She had to think of something to say.

"I was wondering if you'd like this outfit. It's pretty, isn't it?"

"Yes, but not as pretty as the lady who wears it," Ian replied, approaching Eden and placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Oh, Ian," Eden murmured, "you know that's not true..."

"I must confess something. When you arrived here, exhausted, scared, half-dead from hunger and cold, I didn't see you for what you are. But when we got married, it was a revelation, and I should have told you. Now I can admire your big amber eyes, your long eyelashes, your soft skin, your mouth..."

"It's too big."

"It's even better for kissing. Your nose..."

"It's too small."

"Not in the least. Your hair..."

"It's straight and a common chestnut. It looks like mouse hair."

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"A very pretty mouse, then, especially when I see it let down."

Ian buried his hand in it and lifted it, just above her right shoulder.

"I think of all the things we could do with them..."

Eden didn't know exactly what Ian meant, but she guessed it had something to do with

sex.

"Oh, and I forgot: you blush deliciously, too."

Ian looked at her blankly for a moment, then said:

"Eden, I'd like us to be more... open to each other in bed. More relaxed. I'd like you to express frankly how you feel, and what you want, too."

"Yes, me too, Ian."

She was lying. In fact, it was a miracle Ian didn't notice the goose bumps. But Esen couldn't turn back.

"Perfect,” said Ian, his voice suddenly huskier.

He bent down and Eden thought Ian was going to take her mouth, but he gently brushed his lips against her throat, and Eden tilted her head to.

Then his mouth moved down to the neckline of her negligee, while his fingers found and untied the ribbons.

Ian heaved a deep sigh and Eden felt his breath on her skin.

Eden tried not to move as his lips now followed the curve of her moulds. With the tip of his tongue, Ian found the tip under the bristle, and began to torment it with his lips and teeth.

"Ian..."

Waves of sensations washed over her, pleasure almost to the point of pain. It was the first time Ian had done this to her.

Ian had never done it before. Ivan had taken her with what Eden thought was the frenzy of desire, crushing her nipples under his fingers and hurting her, with no relation to the delicious torment his brother was giving her.

Ian moved on to the other breast and Eden let herself go in his arms. The negligee had fallen to the floor and the shirt had slid over her hips, the silk caressing her skin. \- "Ian...," she repeated, louder this time.

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Was it a complaint, a protest, a sign of embarrassment? All three at once, perhaps.

Eden didn't understand what Ian was doing to her body, but he was taking it to a place where modesty had no place.

"Ian, what are you doing?"

Ian looked up at her and smiled.

"I'm making love to you, Eden."

"You're... I don't... I'd like..."

"Would you like... this?"

Ian took her mouth back, his hand still cupped over her nipple, thumb resting on the erect tip. His other hand, on her hip, pushed aside the silk of the open shirt.

His mouth was begging and his tongue was making its way in, eager to mingle with her own.

Ian held her firmly in his arms, without which Eden would have shied away, frightened

by the intensity of the kiss and the loving science he was deploying.

Now Ian was nibbling her lips gently.

At the bottom of her belly, Eden felt a warmth, an ardor and a throbbing need to press herself against him.

Eventually, she realized she was pressing herself gainst Ian's erection, clearly visible under the silk of his bathrobe.

So was she really a debauchee, or was Ian clever at taking advantage of her ignorance

and shyness?

But maybe, after all, everything was going to go smoothly?

Without further ado, Ian lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed, naked and quivering.

"Don't hide from me" he warned him, in a voice that was almost husky.

Ian removed his robe and looked at Eden, hands her on hips. Eden looked back at him.

In fact, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

She was seeing him completely naked for the first time, breathless with desire and

terror.