The Scorned Luna-Chapter 75: Appreciation

Alaric’s experience was overwhelming. His tongue danced with hers, teaching her how to move in the kiss. Sofia, driven by a primal need she had never felt before, climbed back onto his lap, her thick thighs straddling his powerful waist.

​The driver, immediately without being told, stopped the car and hurriedly got down.

​Alaric’s large hands slid down, bunching up the fabric of her dress until he reached the soft, heavy weight of her full, round ass. He gripped the flesh tightly before delivering a sharp, stinging spank.

​The shock of it sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core, making Sofia moan loudly into his mouth. The sound was music to Alaric’s ears. He broke the kiss, burying his face in her chest. He tore the bodice of her dress down, exposing her heavy, pale breasts, and began to suck on her nipples with a starving intensity.

​Sofia’s head thunked back against the car window. She felt like a total bitch, a slave losing herself to the man who was supposed to be her master’s uncle, but she didn’t care. Fuck morality. She wanted to feel alive.

​With a sudden, bold fire in her veins, Sofia shifted. She knelt on the leather seat between his legs and bent down, her fingers fumbling with the heavy zipper of his trousers.

​"Sofia... what are you doing?" Alaric rasped, his breath hitching as he felt her small hands at his waist.

​She looked up at him, her blue eyes dark with a new, dangerous confidence. "Giving you a little appreciation for saving me," she smirked.

​She tugged his trousers down, and his cock sprang free. It was massive—a thick, rock-hard rod of muscle, pulsing with veins and dark with heat. Sofia’s eyes widened at the size of him, but she didn’t pull back. She leaned in, her full lips parting as she began to lick the length of it like a lollipop, making Alaric let out a guttural groan.

​His hands flew to her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He knew she was inexperienced—he could tell by the hesitant way she tasted him—but it didn’t matter. The sensation of her soft mouth on his cock was sending him straight to heaven.

​Sofia grew bolder. She took him into her mouth, sucking and swallowing as much of him as she could. Her ass was arched back, exposed and tempting in the dim light. Alaric couldn’t help himself; he delivered another heavy spank to her cheek, and the sound of the impact filled the car.

​Sofia moaned around him, her throat tightening on his cock, and the sound nearly drove Alaric over the edge. He reached down, shifting her panties aside until his fingers found her pussy.

​"Fuck," he growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "You are so wet for me, little bird."

​He drove a finger deep inside her. She was incredibly tight, her walls clenching around him. Sofia felt a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure wash over her. She increased the pace of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

​He found her clitoris and began to rub it with his thumb while inserting a second finger deep into her pussy. Sofia was coming apart at the seams, her muffled whimpers echoing in the car as Alaric fingered her ruthlessly, his other hand holding her head firmly against his crotch.

​"That’s it," he hissed, his own body trembling.

​Sofia’s head moved with a rhythmic, desperate speed, her throat opening up to take as much of his massive cock as she could manage. Alaric’s fingers were a blur between her legs, scissoring inside her tight pussy while his thumb ruthlessly punished her clitoris.

​"Sofia... fuck, I’m close!" Alaric hissed, his hips bucking upward.

​With one final, deep thrust of her head and a sharp, curling clench of her internal muscles around his fingers, they both came. Alaric groaned, a sound from the depths of his soul, as he shot his hot, thick cum into her mouth. Sofia didn’t flinch; she swallowed, her eyes locked on his, before leaning in to lick the remaining drops from the head of his cock until the pulsing heat finally began to subside.

​Alaric pulled his fingers out of her soaking wet pussy, the slick sound echoing in the quiet car. He didn’t pull away; instead, he brought his hand to his own lips, licking her nectar from his skin with a dark, possessive look before leaning forward to claim her mouth in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of both of them.

​He hooked his arms under her and pulled her back up onto his lap, wrapping his massive arms around her curvy waist. For several long minutes, they just stayed like that, chests heaving in unison, the only sound the ticking of the cooling engine.

​"Now that," Alaric rasped, his voice still thick with the aftermath of his climax, "was a truly great appreciation."

​Sofia let out a laugh—a real, genuine laugh that bubbled up from her chest.

​Alaric’s heart gave a strange, unfamiliar flutter at the sound. He realized in that moment that her laughter was more addictive than her body. He reached out, his hand cupping her chubby, flushed cheek, tilting her face up so he could look into her bright blue eyes.

​"Sofia," he whispered, his expression turning serious as he stroked her skin. "I told you I would give you your freedom, and I meant it. But I don’t think I can just let you go and live your life somewhere else. I want you by my side. In my pack. In my bed."

​Sofia swallowed hard, but he continued. "So tell me, do you want this... do you want us?"

​Sofia swallowed hard, her mind spinning. The weight of Alaric’s words felt like a dream she wasn’t sure she was allowed to have. She looked at his rugged face, seeing the raw sincerity in his emerald eyes, but the fear of her past and the uncertainty of her future held her tongue.

​"I... I can’t answer that right now," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Everything is happening so fast. I need to survive my shift first. I need to think about it."

​Alaric didn’t look disappointed; if anything, he looked more determined. He gave her a small, respectful nod. "Take your time, little bird. A King knows how to wait for what is his." He signaled for the driver to return, and the car roared back to life.

​The drive back to the palace was draped in a heavy, contemplative silence. Sofia leaned her head against the cool glass, her thoughts a chaotic mess. She felt the lingering heat of him between her legs and the taste of him on her tongue. She was developing feelings for this man, a High King twice her age who treated her like a treasure, yet the shadow of her feelings for Damien still hung around.

​They reached the pack house. Because the car windows were darkly tinted, no one saw her sitting on his lap.

​"Goodnight, Alaric," she murmured as the car came to a halt in a secluded area near the servants’ entrance.

​Alaric didn’t let her go immediately. He pulled her in for one last, searing kiss, his nose buried in the crook of her neck as he sucked in her intoxicating scent—now mixed heavily with his own. "I’ll see you tomorrow."

​Sofia nodded and stepped out, her thick thighs feeling heavy as she moved. She hurried through the shadows, keeping her head low, her heart hammering in her chest as she prayed the guards were too tired from the festival to notice her. She managed to slip through the back door and sprinted up the narrow stairs to her cramped room.

​She let out a breath of pure relief as she closed her door. She was safe. She reached for the zipper of her torn, stained dress, desperate to wash the scent of the cellar and the car from her skin.

​But just as the fabric began to slip down her shoulders, the door was kicked open with a violence that made her scream.

​Stepping into the small room was Queen Elena, Damien’s mother and Alaric’s own sister. She stood there, her eyes glowing with rage.