Chapter 119

Eira’s POV
“Fuck!” I heard him curse, and I knew exactly why. I could feel his erection pressing hard against my ass, his cock throbbing wildly with need.
Shame washed over me, but instead of stopping, I ground against him, unsure where the sudden boldness came from.
“You little cunt!” he growled, his voice low and restrained. “Asking for trouble?”
And then I felt him—sliding another finger inside me, punishing me with more pleasure, filling me completely. A loud moan tore from my throat before I could stop it.
“That’s… too much I whispered, my words barely audible.
“Your cunt says otherwise,” he murmured, his voice rough and hoarse. “It’s already begging for more.”
I shook my head, overwhelmed, the heat pooling and spreading inside me, consuming every inch of my body. My muscles clenched, my belly tightened, thighs quivering as he drove me higher, teasing, coaxing, claiming me as his.
“I—I’m—” I choked on my words, lost in sensation, unable to form anything coherent.
“You know what it is,” he whispered in my ear, his fingers moving faster, hitting just the right spot. “Come for me.”
Then it hit me—the pinnacle, the exquisite, consuming release. My legs trembled uncontrollably, my hips bucking instinctively against his hand as waves of shattering pleasure tore through me. My moans were raw, unrestrained, echoing in the room, my hands clutching him as if I could anchor myself to the ecstasy he was giving me.
He held me through it, grounding me, his fingers moving with gentle insistence until he finally withdrew, leaving me shivering, flushed, trembling, completely spent. My mind was a haze, struggling to comprehend this foreign, yet utterly overwhelming, pleasure.
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“Tastier than I thought,” I heard him and then looked at him trough the mirror, only to find he had licked the fingers he just used…
So embarrassing! But this man was nothing close to knowing what that word even meant. He made me wonder that my entire life was going to be like this, being embarrassed by words and actions that were devoid of any shame.
He lifted me effortlessly into his arms and carried me to my bed, laying me gently on the soft mattress. My face burned with washing heat, my eyes unable to meet his.
He sat beside me, smoothing my dress over my thighs that barely covered my thighs, and he even buttoned it up. He even pulled the sheets over my legs as it was cold these days.
His actions made it clear that it was time to stop and he had no intentions of going ahead with me, at least not tonight.
He stood up and scanned the room. “Don’t you have water in here?” His voice was heavy, and hoarse.
The water jar on the table was empty. He picked it up. “I’ll get some
“Ah… I’ll do it,” I offered quickly.
“Sit still, or your legs might give out before you take a single step,” he said, his gaze sharp, and he moved toward the door.
My eyes couldn’t help lingering, catching the bulge in his pants. I swallowed hard, my voice trembling slightly. “Don’t you want to? I can
He stopped at the door and spoke without turning. “If you start, I might forget you’re even a minor and this Moon festival will become our first mating.”
I closed my mouth before a word could escape. I could feel the restraint he was forcing himself to hold, and I didn’t want to be the one to shatter it.
“Don’t trust me too much, Eira… I am Alpha, and I might actually lose my mind He said and left the room to go downstairs to fetch water for us.
He took his time. Perhaps he was trying to calm himself before returning. When he came back, I noticed the faint sheen of water splashed across his shirt, the front hair strands over his forehead were wet.
He seemed to have chug a lot of water down his throat and even splashed his face with it to calm himself.
At this moment, this always so dominating Alpha looked adorable in my eyes, to think how thoughtful he was.
I had chosen just the perfect man for me, and fell for him.
He poured some water in the glass and offered it to me. I accepted quietly and had a few sips. After how he made me moan and gasp for so long, my throat was clearly aching and my body felt exhausted.
After I was done, I felt unsure what to talk about. He put the glass aside and looked at me. Looked like finally a time for some serious talk, but…
“That was the real gift I planned for you,” he said.
I understood he meant when he made me feel that for the first time. It felt so embarrassing to thank him for such a gift. I gave a light nod and lowered my gaze, my fingers fidgeting together, nervous under his gaze.
Though we were close so intimately a while ago, it didn’t ease me from feeling shy in front of him. Maybe slowly I will get used to our relationship and we become like other couples, not shy at anything.
“What did you do all these days,” he asked.
Finally a normal thing to talk about. I looked at him, thinking it would be rude to avoid looking at him all the time.
“I studied for my next exam, and then learned baking a cake. Grandma taught me,” I replied. But didn’t tell him my real intentions. I was learning it so I could bake a cake for his next birthday which would be there in coming months.
“How was your training?” I asked.
“Just like always. Nothing special,” he replied.
I knew it was the protocol to not share training things or anything related to the pack security to the irrelevant people, so I didn’t ask anything further.
“When’s your grandparents returning?” he asked.