The Vampire's Luna

Chapter 200: Find Me First

"Find me first."

Damien’s eyes darkened.

He slid her nightdress up her thighs, baring the soft skin he had worshipped many nights before. He bent his head and kissed her stomach, pressing his lips to her growing belly.

He watched as her nipples hardened underneath her dress and he licked his lips.

A soft growl rumbled in his throat. His fingers brushed up her ribs, dragging the hem of her nightdress along with them, until the sheer fabric no longer hid what he craved.

"The way you respond to me... my goddess," he sighed.

He lowered his head and kissed one nipple, then the other, letting his mouth linger, letting her moan melt into the night. The world could have ended, and neither of them would’ve cared.

"You are my king," Luna breathed, arching into him. "I am made for you quite literally."

And she was. But what they had forged between themselves was greater than fate.

It was like the words sparked something raw within him.

Damien groaned, hands moving with sudden hunger. He squeezed her breasts together, his mouth moving back and forth between them, worshiping them with frenzied kisses. His teeth grazed her softly, and the fabric of her nightdress turned damp beneath his lips.

"I can never get enough of you... never." noveldrama

It was a confession.

His kisses turned frantic, frayed with need. His lips found her nipples again and he sucked them into his mouth, tongue circling, as though committing the taste of her to memory.

"I have to get enough of this before the baby comes."

"I want you in my mouth Damien." Luna commanded.

He pulled down his shorts and positioned himself around her chest, his cock glistening at the tip. Luna held the stiff in her hands and guided it into her mouth, licking the head at first before sucking on the tip.

Damien threw his head back, his ass tightened from the pleasure. He needed mrore. He pushed her head back on the mattress gently before pushing himself deeper in her mouth, fucking her gently.

He tunneled in and out of her mouth, his breath shallow and erratic as the warmth of her lips wrapped around him. Every soft moan, every flick of her tongue against the sensitive underside of his shaft sent sparks racing up his spine. His hips jerked slightly. "Moonlight," he growled, voice thick with ecstasy.

Just as he reached the edge, trembling with the weight of his desire, he slipped out of her mouth, gasping. "Goddess, that mouth," he panted, voice hoarse.

Luna giggled, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, a playful glint in her eyes. "I thought you could do better," she teased, leaning back on her elbows, breathless but glowing, emboldened by the power she held over him.

Damien smirked, the challenge sparking in him. "You forget who you’re talking to," he murmured, standing tall. The moonlight streamed through the balcony, outlining the contours of his body. He looked carved from divine stone—powerful, lean, and aching with love and need for the woman before him.

He guided Luna onto her hands and knees. She moved fluidly, her body pliant with trust, her robe falling away, revealing the woman who ruled his world. He slipped into her wet heat from behind, groaning at the way she welcomed him. Her body responded.

He leaned back slightly, adjusting the angle until he found the one that made her cry out his name, her fingers clutching the sheets below them. The moonlight bathed their bodies in a soft silver glow, highlighting the curve of her spine, the roundness of her hips, the sweat glistening across his shoulders.

Every thrust was a declaration, every moan a promise: I am yours. Only yours.

Below, just across the courtyard, in the kitchen building opposite the prince’s castle the king was still staying in, Isolde moved quietly through the outer corridor. She pushed a trolley laden with trays of dinner meant for the palace guards. Talon had assigned her to the kitchens for the royal guards.

Her head ached as she walked. She had not meant to hear the queen’s cries or the unmistakable sound of her mate’s deep groans. But the balcony was quite high and open, pleasure floated down.

She didn’t need to see them to know what was happening. Her senses told her everything. Her mate—her mate—was inside another. His wife. The woman he loved. The queen he had chosen long before fate had tied him to Isolde. She paused, her hands tightening on the trolley’s handle, her breath catching in her throat.

The tears didn’t fall. She didn’t know him enough to feel anything but the pain still came from the mate pull. She turned away from the sounds of love and longing that weren’t hers, guiding the trolley toward the maids waiting at the kitchen gate.

*****

"Talon!"

Jane’s voice rang out across the corridor as she caught sight of the king’s beta approaching the entrance to the royal wing. Her pace quickened as the folds of her gown swayed around her ankles. Her hair was pinned in the formal court style. "You are back!"

Talon turned sharply at the sound of her voice. His eyes, ever alert and weary from the miles traveled between kingdoms, softened a little. Jane was more than just a title; she was a presence heavy with resentment buried beneath layers of diplomacy. "Luna..." he greeted, bowing his head slightly. "Good evening. No, I’m not back. Just popped in to see the king."

Jane’s smile was strained, her posture still proud. "With news from Queen Luna, right?" Her words were calm but carried a bitter undercurrent that twisted each syllable.

Talon stiffened slightly, sensing the direction of the conversation. "No, Luna. I just need to give him some updates." His tone was respectful, as always, but guarded.

"Concerning Queen Luna," she said again, more sharply this time. Her eyes searched his.

"Luna..." Talon began.

"It’s okay, Talon," Jane cut in. "I understand." She looked past him, toward the doors leading to the king’s private quarters. "But it would be nice... if someone around here was as loyal to me as you are to a princess who isn’t ours anymore."