Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 180: Its no longer the same

Trigger/Warning: +18 content ahead; read with caution, my fairies.

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The clever mouth continued to ravish her nipples, making them throb with pain and pleasure as if rewarding her for the honesty that she had shown to him. She pulled on his hair as he laid her down on the bed. His mouth trailed down, setting her skin on fire before he pushed her legs aside and clamped his mouth on her core.

Inez closed her eyes as he licked at her slit. Then he was rolling the tip of his tongue around her clit before expertly pumping it inside of her. The friction continued to build as she moaned, shook and bucked at his touch, and a second later she exploded. However, he didn’t stop; he drove her higher and faster, stringing her even further until she was close to another orgasm, but before she could— the man stopped.

The jerk.

Her body tensed as she felt him pull away. She thought that he would ask her to elaborate, but instead of doing that, he said to her, "One time when I was sixteen, my mother brought me to a witch. She wanted to change some characteristics that she didn’t like about me." Her eyes whipped back to his; fury replaced the uncertainty and lust that were swirling inside them. "I knew that she was going to do something weird to me. However, I still held out some hope that she wouldn’t. After all, she was my mother in the end. But even when I pleaded with her, she didn’t stop the witch from feeding the potion to me. I lost my ability to taste anything from then on."

That was why he ate so little; Inez now understood why he often avoided the dining times and only arrived at the main lodge for breakfast, and missed dinner and lunch. She wanted to tell Killian that she was sorry about what happened to him, but she knew that would be the last thing that he would like to hear. He was frustratingly too egoistic to accept compassion from her. "Why are you sharing such a thing with me?"

It was a memory that hit too close and was too private. Not to mention painful. Though many would think that the aftermath was nothing serious; after all, who cared if a big, bad alpha like him lost his sense of taste? What was the big thing about it? But Inez knew too well that it was not about losing his ability to taste. It was the piece of innocence and trust that he lost with it.

He had once trusted his mother and had reached out to her, pleading and begging her. Only to be repaid with a cold indifference; this was something that Inez understood very well, much better than others.

"Because," he gripped her thighs and angled his hips such that his length was facing her core. He fed her the head of his length and slowly pushed it within her. "This is not a one-way thing. I will share with you and you will share with me." he raised her legs in the air and kissed the inside of her calf. "Tell me, why are you scared of being trapped?"

"It’s not a—" Inez sucked in a breath as he hit the sweet spot with his length. She wondered why he was even trying to know about her. "Pretty story."

Slowly and smoothly, he buried himself deep within her. Killian groaned, "Neither are any of mine, Bubbles."

Because Inez figured honesty deserved honesty, she sighed and explained, "Dominic and I had been friends since we were kids. The two of us were attached at the hips, if I am to be honest." She gasped when he started thrusting inside of her. Her eyes swept up, and she looked the man in the eyes. It was clear that even though he was willing to listen to her, he didn’t like the idea of her being close to Dominic. Rolling her eyes at him, she continued, "Anyway, the two of us grew up together. I trusted him enough to leave him to back me up—and he did the same. But one time, I had to leave the pack—my grandmother was sick and nothing seemed to be working." noveldrama

"I knew that the healers wouldn’t be able to do anything for her. So I took matters into my hands; I had no idea that Dominic’s sister’s health would deteriorate and she would pass away. In my defence, I thought she was getting better because that was what was told to me. So when I returned, Dominic seemed to have undergone some really vicious changes. And I don’t know why, but the second he saw me, he asked his enforcers to throw me in a small, dark room."

"No one came to see me, nor did they give me any food or water—I was trapped there for like a week or more... I thought I was going crazy. That’s why anything that’s too still or closed up makes me icky."

Resisting the urge to detangle from her and strangle that bastard to death, Killian gave her another slow thrust. And another. And another.

"You didn’t fight back?"

"I couldn’t," she whispered. "I wanted to believe that the person whom I trusted was still beneath all the anger and cruelty that he was showing to me. It turned out I was wrong. Abertha took Dominic’s innocence and kindness with her when she died." Neither of them spoke after she finished speaking. However, they didn’t have to.

Fisting the sheets, she shoved her hips, hinting to him to pick up his pace. He didn’t. He cupped her cheek and said to her, "No wonder you have such a hard time trusting anyone, baby. But I hope that you will trust me."

When Inez heard his words, she raised her head and curled her lips before saying, "Why? What difference would it make if I trust you or I don’t?"

Sluggishly sinking back into her core, Killian curled her over and flexed his back. He thrust his length so deep that Inez’s mouth fell agape and pleasure flashed in her eyes. "You know it already, don’t you?"