The Lunas Second Chance Mate
Chapter 30

Ryan's POV

Alyson was my greatest weakness. Even as a very dominant wolf, I could not say no to her for anything, and as a wolf who could kill easily be reflex, it was odd to have another be so able to dictate to me because I wanted to please her and protect her above anything else. We returned home, Dylan and Alyson were a happy bunch the whole way home, and I couldn't help but enjoy how bright and chipper she was. They included me the whole time, but it was also hard to see how well they got along. My insides melted every time she directed her beautiful smile at me, but I hated when that same smile would be shared with Dylan.

We'd shared quite the moment before Dylan interrupted us, and I had a hard time not thinking about my desires for her at every turn. She and I shared lustful glances the entire way, like a secret to keep from Dylan whenever he wasn't paying attention. I knew in my bones, that a she-wolf as compelling and beautiful as Alyson, Dylan had to like her. I would never allow it, but if I weren't in their way... I wanted to dislike Dylan more than I actually did.

"Let's make the tea, try it out," Alyson was saying to the eager Dylan when we arrived at my cabin. I had thought that we would proceed to my bed the moment we were home after all her seductive stare downs, and I was disappointed that she wanted to have tea first. I tramplled with loud obvious foot steps to my bedroom.

Her laughter from out in the main room rang like the most beautiful music in my ears, and yet filled me with the most resentful jealousy. My insides felt like pulverized meat. Even though, I appreciated Dylan's part in the plot against Crowalt, I hated his presence. It was hard not to consider that Alyson and I would still be more romantic if he weren't here.

His interruption on the mountain side was only one small moment. It had been days since Alyson and I kissed like that, and I was dying inside for more. I also wanted her to come to me for a change.

There was a faint tapping at my door. I opened it, and Alyson stood there. The intoxicating smell of her blood wafted into me, hitting like a punch in the gut. We stared for a second before she said, "Aren't you inviting me in?"

I gestured for her entry. She handed me a little vial of her blood as she did, saying, "Dylan has already gone to bed."

"What's this?" Rupert turned crazed inside me, clawing to get out. It took all my self-control to maintain my human form.

"My blood." She said flatly. "Please drink it."

I stared down at the red liquid, offered to me nonchalantly. I swallowed the saliva saturating my tongue. I wanted to so badly, and then to take her, ravage her, have her fully. I held back a little, I was afraid to lose control, a small part of me thinking it would be much better if I didn't.

She could sense my resistance. She stepped up to me, so close that I could smell her breath. With gentle hands, she took the vial up and tipped it to my lips. The smell was too good, and I snatched it away, the intense desire too great, and I swallowed it in one gulp. Her dark hair framed her small face, her eye brows lifted in some cute variation of surprise and satisfaction. Looking pleased, her entire countenance was smiling up at me, her gorgeous purple eyes smoldering in the candle light.

I came to her, a little roughly, my desires overwhelming, I wanted her too badly and I feared that she might push me away again. She didn't. The moment, I touched her, she melted into me. I lifted her body into a tight embrace, falling with her onto my bed. We kissed and clawed at each other, feeling up and down our bodies.

Warmth was flooding through my veins, I felt so strong and powerful. She looked so delicate and inviting, I was almost afraid to rip her apart. More gently, I kissed her neck, and she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me fiercely and biting at my bottom lip. Her moans only encouraged me. I felt up her slender body, every inch of her was miraculously beautiful and light. She was wet between her legs, and I couldn't remove my pants fast enough.

I slowly took off her clothes, delighting in every curve of her supple skin. My hungry gaze took in her entire body and she stared up at me with soft eyes and a smile that made my heart melt in my chest.

"I love you so much," I said. I couldn't believe how powerful my feelings were for this she-wolf, her mate smell was strong and overwhelming, but I had slowed down to delight in this moment where I had all of her and she was looking at me with wanting. She smiled sheepishly, and I caught a refraction of panic in her eye like she did when I told her I loved her, it seemed so hard for her to say it. I didn't want to wait for it, even if she struggled with the words, I had seen her heart out on the mountain, and I knew her. I lunged my body on top of hers, her silky skin rubbed against mine. She ran her hands through my hair as she pulled my face to hers to kiss again, and my desires raged inside me, I wanted to bite, I wanted to kiss, I felt so many urges that I had to contain in order to remain gentle.

I entered her. She was so wet, and ready for me. Pleasure surged through my entire body. I thrust faster and deeper. She pulled at me hard, her legs wrapped up and around me as we rocked back and forth in furious love-making. "Don't stop," she whispered into my ear.

I slowed down a little, allowing her more time to feel me inside her, never wanting this moment to stop. Then she turned over and climbed on top of my abdomen. She bounced and set the pace on top of me. I was in rapture.

I could know what she wanted, and see the end. We gasped together at the end, our mating was so synchronous, her pleasure intensified with mine as I shared my mind with her, my mental powers strengthened by her blood, we orgasmed at the same time. When it was over, she fell by my side, and exhaling a sigh that demonstrated how great she felt. She cuddled into me. I burned with life and love, this was my mate, and I could never let her go.

After the fact, I was sleepy, our minds still meeting together. But when she drifted into sleep, I woke up. I began to see visions of Alyson tortured, or Alyson fighting for her life. I saw Jacob, he knew that she was being hurt. There as blood dripping into a golden bowl. While I sometimes could see the past, this had to be a prediction of the future, how else could Jacob and Alyson be linked? It had to be through me.

I thought of the first day I found her, and that slight vision of scars all over her body. Perhaps I had seen a glimpse of her future, for her body was not scarred. It only had the two scars now from her mistreatment before. If only she would tell me what had happened to her.

Fear gripped me; I could never let that happen.

I had known in my heart that this plot with herbs against Crowalt would never be enough to protect Alyson. I would have to challenge my uncle Jacob to keep her safe. As I kissed her sleeping cheek gently, I wondered when I would tell her. I would have to leave her, and I might not come back. But I would die to protect her, to never let what I saw happen to her.