The Cursed Alpha's Fifth Luna

Nina whimpered as his body crushed against hers on the bed, her eyes squeezing shut beneath his weight. “Snow…” she called softly.

For a heartbeat, her hands remained frozen at her sides. Then they lifted. Her fingers slipped into his silver hair, combing through the soft strands before curling gently at the nape of his neck, holding him as tightly as he held her. “Snow… I’m fine.”

Rodrigo shivered beneath her touch, but he didn’t lift his head, keeping his face buried in the nape of her neck.

If only he didn’t leave her…

The thought refused to leave him. He could still see the wolves clawing at the wall; if they had gotten to her before he came, he would not have been able to live with himself.

Nina tightened her embrace, her eyes closing once more as she listened to the frantic rhythm of his heart.

“Nothing happened. I’m here. They couldn’t hurt me,” she whispered.

His fingers dug into the fabric at her waist. “They were close enough.” His voice came out rough, almost unrecognizable.

Nina slowly drew back, her hands sliding from his hair to his cheeks to guide his face upward until their eyes met. Her breath caught. His gray eyes were clouded with so much fear that it made her chest ache—there was anger there, relief, guilt, and something far more frightening. He was looking at her as though the world had almost stolen the one thing he could never replace.

She bit her lower lip. “I’m fine,” she whispered, watching as his gaze searched every inch of her face. He took in the faint redness of her skin, the strand of hair stuck to her cheek, and her trembling lips, as if he had to convince himself she was truly unharmed.

“Don’t be so mad.”

Unable to bear the look in his eyes any longer, Nina leaned forward and kissed his lips. “I’m here,” she murmured against his mouth.

Rodrigo made a low, rough sound in the back of his throat. His large hand slid to the back of her head, his fingers tangling tightly in her hair to hold her still. He kissed her hard. There was no hesitation. His mouth opened over hers, his breathing sharp and uneven against her skin. He tasted her with a frantic urgency, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth, dragging his tongue along hers. He pressed his chest completely flat against hers, forcing her deep into the heavy fur blankets. He kissed her until she was gasping for air, until he could feel her chest rising and falling in the exact same rapid rhythm as his own.

He broke the kiss. His chest heaved. He turned his head and buried his face directly into the curve of her neck.

He inhaled.

It was a long, deep, dragging breath. He kept his nose pressed hard against her skin, breathing in the scent of her sweat, the dust from the hidden passage, and her natural lavender scent. He stayed exactly like that for a long minute. His lips rested right over her beating pulse. He swallowed hard.

“You’re here,” he rasped into her skin.

“I’m here,” Nina repeated shakily. Her hands slid down his broad back, feeling the tense, rigid muscle beneath his shirt.

Rodrigo pulled back just enough to look at her again. His hands moved down her arms. He touched her gently, his rough calluses scraping lightly over her skin. He stopped at her wrists, tracing the faint red marks from where she’d been resting on them on the stairs. He pressed his lips to her left wrist, then her right.

Then he leaned in and kissed her again. This time it was much slower, softer.

Nina whimpered as her legs slid up his waist, pinning him between her thighs.

Rodrigo groaned as he deepened the kiss.

Nina’s hands reached for his shirt as she began to tug it away. The buttons snapped as she pulled it off him, tossing it to the ground.

The kiss disengaged for a second, and she took the moment to look at his body, feeling the hardness of his skin with her hands.

Rodrigo moved her hand to the side as he covered her mouth with another kiss.

His mouth left hers as he kissed down her neck to the swell of her breasts, a strangled breath leaving his lips.

Nina arched her back against him as her fingers dug into his hair, her eyes rolling back.

In one swift motion, he held the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head.

Nina shivered in the morning cold, her teeth clenching as the hairs on her body stood on end.

Rodrigo’s eyes dropped to her bare skin. His gray eyes tracked the line of her collarbone, the rise and fall of her chest, her ribs, and her stomach. He was looking for bruises, for bites, for any physical sign that the lycans had hurt her.

He found nothing.

“I couldn’t breathe,” he whispered. His thumb brushed across her lower lip, his gaze dropping to her mouth. “When I didn’t find you, I almost lost it.”

“Snow…”

He kissed her again, slower this time. His free hand slid down her ribcage to her hip. He pressed his palm flat against her bare skin, his heat seeping into her. He traced the curve of her waist, dragging his hand down to her thigh.

Nina arched into his touch. Her fingers dug into his hair as his mouth left hers again, placing wet kisses down her body.

Nina’s toes curled as he kissed down slowly and settled between her thighs. He spread her legs apart gently, kissing the insides, a low sound vibrating in his throat.

Then in a blink, he pulled her panties off her. Nina whimpered, her lips sinking in between her teeth.

Rodrigo leaned into her and breathed in, pressing his nose against her like she was the last oxygen source on earth.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he said. His voice came out thick and rough.

“I’m yours,” Nina breathed. “Only yours.”

Rodrigo didn’t move for a long, heavy second, letting his hot breath fan over her sensitive folds. Then, he dipped his head and kissed her right there, his mouth covering her intimately.

Nina’s head cracked back against the pillows, a high, broken gasp escaping her throat as his tongue flattened against her clit. He worked her with a steady, punishing rhythm, using his lips and tongue to swirl over the swollen peak before sucking her deep into his mouth.

His broad thumbs stroked the inside of her thighs, keeping her spread wide for him as his tongue parted her folds, lapping upward in long, hot strokes that gathered every drop of her moisture. Every time her hips twitched or tried to roll away from the overwhelming sensation, his hands tightened on her waist, holding her still, forcing her to take every slow, wet lap of his tongue until her thighs began to tremble against his cheeks.

He guided himself against her. He didn’t rush. He pushed forward slowly, inch by inch. Nina gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she stretched to accommodate his size. The bed frame let out a low creak under his weight.

When he was fully seated inside her, Rodrigo stopped.

He dropped his forehead to her shoulder with a shuddering groan. He didn’t move. He just laid his heavy frame over her, his hips pressed flush against hers.

His heart hammered violently against her chest.

“Nina,” he whispered into her skin.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in. “I am here.”

Rodrigo began to move. He pulled back and drove in with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He kept his eyes on her face, watching her expression change with every deep thrust. He didn’t look away. He kept her gaze locked with his, needing to see her looking back at him.

Nina’s breath hitched in her throat. She gripped his biceps, feeling the hard flex of his muscles as he held his upper body steady above her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and almost immediately, Rodrigo’s hands pulled her face up to his.

“Don’t close them,” he told her, his voice straining as his pace quickened.

Nina moaned against his mouth, keeping her eyes locked on him as he moved against her.

Rodrigo leaned down, kissing her jaw, her neck, the hollow of her throat. He dragged his open mouth over her collarbone, sucking lightly at the skin, leaving a faint red mark behind.

“Snow—please—” Nina gasped. Her head tossed back against the pillows.

“Look at me,” Rodrigo held her face, forcing her to look at him again.

A single tear slid down the side of her face as he kissed her.

“I love you,” Nina whimpered, her fingers digging into his skin.

Nina felt him swell inside of her as she said the words, a deep, primal groan vibrating in his chest.

He pushed deeper inside her, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady against his thrusts. His rhythm grew heavier, more demanding.

The slow, intentional pace shifted into something raw and desperate. He pounded into her, his chest slapping against hers, sweat dripping from his silver hair onto her neck.