The Lunas Second Chance Mate
Chapter 20

Alyson's POV

He was snoring slightly when I woke up. My head still hurt. I gazed around my room, surprise at first to see Ryan sleeping next to me the next morning.

Then I remembered last night, how much I'd wanted him and pulled him into my bed. My face flushed with embarrassment. I knew that I was drunk but, at the same time, couldn't believe that I'd been so forward, and Ryan had calmed me and made me sleep. I wondered what he thought of me now? I looked down at his face, so peaceful with his eyes closed. He had gorgeous eye lashes, thick, long and dark. They fluttered as he opened his eye lids revealing flashes of the bright tawny of his eyes. He sat up abruptly awaking as if surprised too, but then his expression softened at me.

"How do you feel this morning? Better?" He asked, reaching out to stroke my face, his hand falling to the base of my neck. The intensity of his gaze was burrowing into mine till I looked down at the sheets covering my legs.

"I was.. pretty drunk last night, wasn't I?" I said, barely hiding my embarrassment. I wanted to pretend like it had never happened, and hoped that he'd comply and not bring up any of what I'd done.

"Yup, you were." His eyes were fixated on me even though I would not meet them at first. His scruffy dark brown hair was messed up behind his head, making this enormous and normally intimidating man look almost adorable. "I didn't mind it though," he smiled at me as if we had some secret together.

But nothing had happened yet, except that I'd thrown myself at him and nothing had happened. I sighed, my arms drooping around me like heavy weights.

"Is your headache better?" He said, responding to my wilting.

"Mostly, I need some water." I had hardly said it when he was gone to the kitchen to retrieve me a glass of water. He placed it on the night stand beside me and leapt playfully back into bed.

"Why are you so happy this morning?" I squinted at him; my head soothed almost immediately as I gulped down the water.

He shrugged one shoulder, still watching at me warmly. I examined the scar down the right side of his face to his neck. "How did you get your scar?" It reminded me for a moment of my past life and all the scars I'd once had. I reached out and touched it. He leaned into my hand with pleasure, and I wrapped both arms up around his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

I did not learn how he got his scar that day. Instead of responding to my words, he responded to my touch. After I felt up and around his head, my hand seemed to pull him towards me, or maybe he moved towards me and I never let him go. Soon with both my hands wrapped around his neck, his body was over mine. He kissed me gently.

My urgent need for him surged up to the surface again like last night except now the world was not spinning with alcohol and I could think. It wasn't so great to think as I worried that I would do something wrong again, how I might look in the morning, and even what he thought of me.

As if he could sense the disquiet of my mind, he kissed my neck and whispered into my ear, "Do you still want me? Is this, ok?"

"Yes," I gasped a little as he trailed his kisses down my collar bone and moved my shirt aside to s**k at my breasts.

My body was a whirlwind of sensations. My mind gave into it and erased all the worries. I got caught up in the moment.

He came back up and looked me in the eyes, curiously. It seemed like a good time to tell him how I feel, but the words were caught in my throat. Maybe I could tell him without words. I leaned up and kissed him, with my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer. Remembering last night, I reached up his shirt, my hands drawing over sculpted abs and muscular arms.

He accepted my embrace, pressing himself further onto me, his weight made me feel like I was safe in a fortress. He felt up my night dress, between my legs. I had never had anyone touch me there before, the sensation pulsated through me as he pushed a finger inside of my body. He motioned it in and out a couple of times.

Suddenly, it made sense. That bulge in his pants. I wanted that inside my body too. I was searching for it, instinctually driven with the hunger I'd always seen in his eyes, reflected between us like hot fire.

He helped me take off his pants. I wasn't even scared. He fell back on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him.

He plunged inside me. It hurt a little at first, but within a few moments, I opened up to him, and it was like my world was upside down. He slipped in and out and I moaned with pleasure. He sped up and I cried out. The sensation was powerful and shook me, I never wanted it to end.

I felt some liquid drip between my legs, and I reached my hand down. He moved aside a little for me. When I brought it back up, there was my blood all over my hands. In an incredibly sexy way like everything about me was desirable, he sucked the virgin blood off my finger, his eyes ignited with fresh hunger, the beating of his body grew hot.

I could feel his strength, all his muscles tensed. He kept gyrating his hips into me deeper and deeper.

We both breathed together like we were becoming one body. His face fell next to mine, and I bit at his ear. I had never felt any sensation like it, my body had never known such pleasure.

When it was over, my legs were trembling from wrapping around and holding his body. Even though I felt tired, I kind of wanted more, but Ryan rolled off, he became a little sleepy and satisfied beside me.

He turned his head, his tawny eyes were like gold, dazzling and bright.

"I love you, Alyson." He said quietly.

"And I..." Those scary words were trapped in my throat for too long, I forced them out. "And I love you too, Ryan."