Page 69 of Crystal Luna
“Do you trust me?”
He nodded without hesitation.
“Close your eyes.”
He did as told. A moment later she climbed onto his lap, pressing a kiss to his wet cheek.
“I want you to find a happy memory of Laureen. Something where you two were alone. Something she did to comfort you. I want you to forget that I’m here. Tell Laureen what you need from her, and she will give it to you.”
Far too drunk to question it, he kept his eyes closed and laid one hand on Velora’s hip. The other slid up her spine and gripped the hair at the base of her neck. It didn’t feel the same, but he focused on the memory of Laureen’s body beneath his hands.
He slipped his hands underneath her dress, finding the flimsy thong she wore and ripping it free. The fabric snapped easily under his grip and he threw it aside. He was desperate to feel her skin under his fingers again. He imagined how Laureen would’ve playfully scolded him for it.
His conscience tried to let him know that it wasn’t Laureen going for his zipper, but he used the alcohol to push that thought aside and let him picture Laureen’s fingers fisting his thickening shaft. It didn’t feel as natural as he would’ve wanted, but it was the closest he’d been to Laureen in years. Before he could fully harden, he lifted her and let her slide down on his dick.
The moan that came as a result sounded nothing like her—which made him start to soften. He was only able to picture her completely when silence filled the room. He took her hard and fast, feeling the memory fading with each second as his body processed the alcohol much faster than he wanted it to. That was one part of being alpha that sucked: his metabolism. He sobered up far too quickly for his liking.
He came, but his orgasm wasn’t nearly as satisfying as he’d hoped it to be. His muscles tense and relaxed, his dick spilled, but it was less shooting stars and more of a tingle.
When he opened his eyes again, reality hit him like a fucking brick. Velora rested her forehead on his shoulders, her heart racing. He was still inside her, cum dripping over the both of them.
“Shit!”
He quickly lifted her off. He hadn’t thought clearly, and now she’d be the one to pay if she was pregnant. His guilt only intensified when he noticed blood covering both of them. He’d never meant to hurt her.
“Fuck…” he stammered, staring at the blood. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” she croaked, her voice filled with shame. “It’s my period.”
He reached for a kitchen cloth and attempted to help her clean up. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She shrugged, took the cloth, and slipped off his lap. “It’s fine. I offered.”
“That doesn’t mean I should’ve done it.”
“If I wanted to stop you, I would have.”
“I…”
“You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t need that.” Then she did something he’d least expected—she leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I would do it all over again.”
“I could’ve gotten you pregnant.”
“You couldn’t have. I’m on my period. And you’re not my mate so that decreases the chances even more. I would’ve stopped you otherwise. Can I take a shower?”
He stared at her for another moment, unable to process her reaction. “Of course. I can run you a bath afterwards.”
“Only if you join me.”
“I couldn’t think of anything better.” After what he’d just done to her, he would do anything to make up for it. He stood up, perhaps a little too fast. He stumbled as his head spun, gripping onto the countertop for balance.
“Maybe I should run that bath,” she laughed as she walked towards the bedroom.
Indeed, the bath was already filling with hot steamy water when he stepped into the bathroom while Velora was rinsed off in the walk-in shower.
“You should rinse off too,” she suggested, indicating his bloody thighs.
He swapped places with her and slipped into the bathtub a few minutes later. As soon as he was settled, she rested between his legs with her head on his chest. Hugging her tight, he pressed small, apologetic kisses along her shoulder and up her neck.