Luna Hunted
Chapter 11: End

Kara

Titus rubbed a hand over his jaw after depositing the boxes from my old house on the floor in his cabin.

“I have a pack meeting to attend.”

“I remember.” I walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

The seasons had changed since I first arrived here. Winter had given way to spring. The snow had thawed and melted. Green sprigs of grass and leaves sprouted. Buds of flowers waited for a little more warmth in the air before bursting into bloom. I was looking forward to seeing the beauty of spring in White River. I was looking forward to seeing all the seasons for many years to come.

“Are you planning to run again?”

I turned from the beautiful view and faced the one that took my breath away. The big, brawling, strong, alpha wolf shifter who cared for me. Perhaps even loved me.

I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a teasing smile.

His gaze swept my body. Instant desire filled every inch of my skin, wanting to be touched by him in the most carnal of ways.

“I’ll chase you.”“I know.” I flicked the buttons open on my jacket and shrugged out of the sleeves, tossing it toward the coat hooks by the front door.

Titus caught the flying material and hung my jacket on the hook.

“I’ll be a few hours.”

“I’ll see you later then.”

He walked out the door. The u*ge to run was there. It would always be there, but today, I wanted to do something special for Titus. I walked into the kitchen to cook his favorite meal of venison bourguignon. I chopped the chunks of roasted deer meat, carrots, onions, potatoes, and bacon, placed them all in the stock pot, then added the dry red wine, venison stock, brandy, tomato paste, garlic, and herbs.

With dinner simmering away, I unpacked the boxes. This time, no tears formed at all as I gazed at the familiar faces of my family. The pictures were welcoming reminders of all the people who loved me. A reminder I was capable of love.

Titus

The meeting progressed well, but it was long. Over four hours. I couldn’t wait to chase Kara down, shove my c0ck in her, and lock her to me. She loved it too. Initiated it all the time.

Palmer slapped my back and gave me a playful shove out of the meeting room.

I swatted him over the ear. “D!ckhead,” I said good-naturedly.

“Not my fault you’re pvssy-whipped.”

“Jealousy is a curse.”

“I’m not jealous of you.”

“No, you don’t want Kara, but you want a mate of your own.”

He grinned. “Seeing you two together has made me reassess the whole mate thing.”

I ruffled his hair just to stir him up even more. He took a halfhearted swing at me and I ducked. Lucky for him, I understood he was playing in the way we had since we were youngsters together, otherwise, the alpha in me would rip him to shreds.

“See you later, Alpha as*s.” He ran out the door.

I rolled my eyes and made my way back to the cabin to strip before chasing my mate. The delicious scent of my favorite meal wafted across the yard from my house. My stomach rumbled as I opened the door and walked inside.

Kara was in the kitchen, crooning to the music playing on the radio. Everything about the picture was perfect. Her in my house. Her in my kitchen. Just her.

“Kara, you’re here.” I closed the door behind me and flicked the lock. Not that we weren’t safe here but because I didn’t want any interruptions. “And you’ve made dinner.”

She spun, a knife in her hand, which only made me smile more. The serrated blade glinted under the lights of the kitchen where she’d been slicing bread.

A radiant smile lit her face. “I cooked your favorite.”

“I can smell that.”

I stalked her into the kitchen. She backed up to the countertop. I placed my hands on either side of her waist and took her l!ps with mine.

The k!ss was ravenous. As hungry as I was, she met me stroke for stroke of her tongue. When I’d coaxed a sigh from her, I stepped back. The knife clattered to the counter, all but forgotten after my k!ss.

I loved that I did that to her.

“Sit.” She shooed me out of the kitchen.

It was only then I saw the candlelit dinner setting on the table. I sat down as she demanded, as this was amusing me. She slathered the sliced bread with butter and carried it to the table, set the plate in the center, then returned to the kitchen. I popped the cork on the bottle of wine, causing her to startle at the sound. She giggled before coming back with a steaming serving pot.

“Dinner smells almost as good as you,” I said.

She ladled a helping onto my plate, then hers. I tugged her onto my lap before she sat down.

“What’s all this about?” I raised an eyebrow as I spanned her waist with my palms, keeping her in place.

She we*t her l!ps, a quick flick of her taunting tongue. I’d make her put that tongue to good use tonight before I knotted with her.

Kara placed her palm on my ch3st over the alpha tattoo. Even though she couldn’t see it right now, she knew exactly where the design was, since she’d traced the pattern many times.

“I wanted to thank you, and…”

“You don’t need to thank me for anything. You’re my mate.”

She smiled tenderly. “You say that all the time, and I finally realized I am your mate.”

I chuckled. “Took you long enough.”

“What can I say? I’m slow.”

I shook my head. “Not slow. Stubborn.”

She pouted.

I nibbled on her bottom l!p.

“Titus, wait. I have more to say.”

“Yes?” I suckled on the skin of her neck.

“I love you.”

I slid her top off her shoulder and gave her a love bite on the sensitive skin where her neck and shoulder met. She m0aned and squirmed on my lap. My fingers dipped under her dress, found her dripping wet entrance, and played with her until she begged me to take her. To knot her. Grinning, I picked her up and placed her in her seat.

She batted her lashes at me with dazed eyes.

I cupped her cheek. “I love you, mate, but first we’re going to enjoy this delicious-smelling meal before I feast on you.”

She growled at me. “As*s.”

“You could always run.” I c0cked an eyebrow.

She huffed and picked up her fork, stabbing the prongs into the contents of her dinner.

“You make me so hard when you’re all riled up.” I unzipped my p*nts.

She dropped her fork and opened her mouth for my throbbing c0ck. Like the good mate she was, she sucked me in deep until she gagged on my length. Her throat worked overtime as I hit the back with each thrust. Her breathing labored and drool spilled from the corners of her mouth, but she didn’t stop.

I fisted my hand in her hair, shoved my c0ck to the back of her throat, and released my load. She swallowed me down through every jet of cvm filling her mouth. I wiped the corners of her mouth before pulling out, zipping up my pants, and sitting back in my seat.

Picking up my fork, I winked at her, then scooped a mouthful of her cooking into my mouth.

“Mmm,” I hummed as the flavors burst over my tongue. “Almost as good as your pvssy is going to taste for dessert.”

She threw her napkin at me. “You need to eat fast.”

“What’s the rush, love?” I teased.

“The rush,” she said, opening her legs so her ripe scent wafted toward me, “is I want you now.”

“I know you do.” I leaned forward, slid my hand under her skirt, and sank two fingers into her slick folds.

“I’m loving this side of you not running to let it end so soon.”

She scooped food up onto her fork and ate. “I’m over running.”

“You are?” I brushed a light caress over her clit, relishing the way her body j*rked.

“I’m happy here with you.”

“Good to hear it.” I continued my car*ss with one hand while I ate dinner with the other. Good thing I was ambidextrous.

She swallowed her food. Her blue eyes heated, and her feelings for me shone in their blue depths. Seeing her love blazing back at me had me hard all over again. I finished my meal, shoved back my chair, and crawled under the table.

She sucked in a breath as my mouth sucked her cl!t hard and fast. My constant caresses throughout dinner must have had her poised on the edge too long because she tumbled over the edge into org*sm quicker than she ever had.

Her screams of my name had me shoving her chair back, picking her up, and flipping her over. She took my hard c0ck like I knew she would and begged me to knot her. I would. Just not yet because tonight was the night she’d told me she loved me.

That was better than s*x. Only by a fraction.

“Say it again.” I panted, thrusting into her hard and fast.

“I love you, Titus.”

The two together were the best day of my life. I’d make it the best day of hers too, with so many org*sms that she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. Yeah, I liked the sound of that, and so did my hard c0ck.

She’d forever be mine.

Claimed as my mate.

The End