The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124

“Such a damn tease,” Ryker growled, his voice thick with desire. “I want to see just how wet you are for me.”

I smirked, my breath hitching as I shifted slightly. “You should take a look down,” I teased back. “These lace panties? Ruined because of you.” I pressed my hands firmly against the mattress. “Keep your hands there, good boy.” My voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “Oh, FUCK! YES! Ahhh!”

I ground myself into him with such force that the delicate lace bit into my skin where it had shifted out of place. I didn’t stop until the wave of pleasure finally crested and crashed through me. My pussy walls still trembled and throbbed with aftershocks, but eventually, I eased myself off Ryker’s body.

“Wait! Where are you going?” he demanded, moving as if to stop me.

“I’m a complete mess, thanks to you,” I admitted, my cheeks flushed. “I need a shower—I want to be clean before I go to sleep.”

“Can I watch?” His voice was rough with want.

I paused, pretending to consider. Did I want him watching me? Hell yes. Was I still in the mood to toy with him? Absolutely. I nodded once, then started to walk away. “But you’re not allowed to touch yourself at all,” I called over my shoulder.

He smirked. “Can I watch you touch yourself, then? I know there’s another orgasm inside you. That night on the balcony—I couldn’t see you come, and that’s my only regret.”

“Not yet, Alpha,” I replied, a knowing smile tugging at my lips. I’d only called him “Alpha” since I arrived, but I distinctly remembered using that title on the balcony that night—and the way he’d responded had been something fierce and satisfying. Maybe I’d save that name for moments like this. I hoped we’d have many more.

I stood beneath the warm cascade of water, letting it soak through my hair and lingerie. His lust hung thick in the air, almost tangible. I could probably just focus on that sensation and come again right here, but where’s the fun in that? Instead, I turned slowly and leaned back against the rough stone wall, fixing my gaze on him.

He obeyed my command, gripping the metal doorframe tightly. Judging by the pale color of his knuckles, his grip was nearly crushing it. His basketball shorts strained at the seams, the outline of his massive erection unmistakable.

I simply stood there, watching him drink me in. His eyes traveled slowly, torturously, starting at my feet and inching upward. By the time his gaze locked with mine, my breath was ragged, my chest heaving with anticipation.