🔥 Swapped Luna part 23

Previously…

I grit my teeth as I cum, the pleasure short-lived and underwhelming. Nothing compared to what Victoria would've made me feel.

I keep my fist on my cock, watching my seed spurt out into the lake. Ropes of cum meant for my mate's womb, washing away in the lake where I began to fall in love with her.

PRESENTLY…

VICTORIA

Doctors come and go over the next few days, and so do Thorne and Fang. Their company has gotten increasingly calming. Thorne and I hardly ever speak. He knows I don't have much to say to him. But I bask in his scent and warmth, wondering why the mate bond stirs such peace within me, why it makes me feel so complete.

Why his Moon Goddess hasn't severed it.

I have begun to toy with the idea that she finds me worthy for some odd reason. Maeve had her flaws, but I would never be arrogant enough to call myself more fitting than her to be a Luna. I know nothing of this world and how to serve this pack.

Lily, also known as Millie, had to do something to with this. She told me that she would pray for me every night. I never cared to ask which god she was praying to. Now I see how fatal of a mistake that was, because the woman clearly prayed to the Moon Goddess.

"Luna," says the doctor. At first, I don't process that he's addressing to me. I'm still not used to that title.

"Oh, yes? Sorry. You can just call me Victoria, you know."

"The Alpha would have my head."

"Then I'll have his," I chuckle. Amused at the memories of Thorne bending to all my whims. He denies me nothing. He has been pampering me since I woke up.

The doctor doesn't look very amused. Enough heads have rolled in this pack in the past year. First the beta's, and then Maeve's.

"Sorry, doc. My social skills are still rusty. Tends to happen when you're in a coma for months."

"Yes…" he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "About the coma…"

I stiffen. I've been told that I'm recovering every single day. The doctors haven't reported anything. But the fear of the cancer returning burns all amusement in my belly. I am terrified.

"The Alpha would administer a bite every so often when you were unconscious to keep the cancer at bay. It is time for your next dose, Luna."

I sigh and shut my eyes, shrinking away from the picture of Thorne biting my neck. Marking me again.

I don't find the idea unpleasant, but dangerous. It's too intimate, having his teeth and tongue flush against my skin, flooding my body with his power. The idea that this male is so virile that his bite can keep a deadly disease at bay is fucking...hot.

I don't want Thorne to hear my moan and feel me melt in his arms.

"Is there no other way?" I whisper. "A vaccine?"

He shakes his head. "That is not how an Alpha's bite works. It must come from the source. He must taste your blood; his saliva will engage healing properties."

"Doctor, please! I'll take anything. What about a female werewolf?"

He shakes his head. "No one has a stronger bite than an Alpha. It must be your mate. I am sorry."

"Maybe some cancer won't be so bad," I mutter under my breath.

He looks shocked by my morbid humor. But I have no other way to cope with this situation. When choosing between cancer and humiliating myself in Thorne's embrace, cancer doesn't sound too unappealing. 

The doctor packs his belongings and prepares to leave. I glance at the clock, knowing that Thorne will soon report for his daily visit. And unlike previous visits, I suspect this one won't be as quiet. Many, many sounds will be exchanged today, fogging this room.

The doctor excuses himself, walking away with his briefcase and reading a folder on his way out.

I sigh and step into the bathroom for a quick bath to take my mind off things, at least for a few minutes. The hot water steams down my weak body, relaxing my muscles. After being in a coma for months, I can't wait to start exercising and pushing my body to higher limits. I'm grateful to be healthy again. Unfortunately, it comes at a price.

There's a knock on the door. Thorne. It's time for me to pay my price.

I curse as I shut the water off and dry myself. I spent more time bathing than I should have. And now I'll have to face the Alpha in nothing but a towel.

I step out of the bathroom and find Thorne ready and waiting. Having made himself comfortable at the edge of my bed, dwarfing it.

Fang is not with him today. Thorne came alone and in his human form.

For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'm in danger, just like that day when I awoke on the grass with a broken bone and Thorne glowering at me.

"Hey," he says, quickly scanning my body and failing–or perhaps not caring to–look subtle.

"Hey," I mutter, putting a wet lock of hair behind my ear as I walk barefoot into the attached closet.

"Get it together," I whisper to myself in the mirror, gripping the towel to my chest. My eyes are wide, my pupils enlarged.

My heart rate spikes, thrumming so strongly that it makes my body rock.

"It's just a bite," I try to convince myself and failing miserably because my lips trembled as I formed the sentence.

I changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt a size too large, trying to hide.

Then, I slide on socks and step outside.

"I spoke with the doctor," is the first thing Thorne says. Skipping pleasantries and going right for the kill.

"Yeah…me too."

"I don't wish to force this upon you, Victoria. But your health comes first."

These are things I already know. Logically, I know the bite must happen for me to survive. But the only logic my body understands is hormones. Hot, scented hormones oozing out of my pores as if to reach Thorne. I cannot control my attraction to him.

"Let's just get this over with," I grit, closing the distance between us and sitting beside him on the bed. Feeling heat radiate off him. Penetrating my clothes and caressing my sex.

"I'll be quick about it," he assures me. His giant, meaty hands reach for me. They set on my waist and gently pull me closer. Carrying me to him instead of leaning in—one of the subtle ways that he shows his dominance—because although he has been begging me to forgive him, he has always been an Alpha.

As he takes me, his innate nature is coming to the surface.

He gently lifts me and carries me over to his lap—slowly, waiting for me to say otherwise. His arms don't tremble as they handle my weight. They remain as solid as the rest of him.

As soon as I'm seated on his lap, my back straightens and my hands fist. His breathing curls at the nape of my neck, the hot air penetrating my skin. A warning of what's to come.

He lowers his face, lush, hungry lips skimming against my neck. Inhaling deeply, stealing my scent.

My nipples harden, and my body temperature spikes.

Thorne growls, sensitive to all the changes in my body. He promised to be quick, but that promise went out the window the second I sat on his lap.

My lips are sealed shut by the same sticky substance that makes my thoughts muddle and my sex wet.

Thorne's tongue drags across my neck, shooting thunder into my veins. I gasp and stiffen. My sounds already betray me, although his teeth haven't sunken into me.

His hands find my thighs and squeeze them as if angry that the thick material of my sweatpants blocks the heat and softness of my body.

This caress isn't part of the procedure. Neither is his tongue or his gaze, which I can sense looking down my t-shirt for a glimpse of my nipples.

But I don't stop him.

His teeth scrape my neck. The danger elevating my pleasure. Making my pussy throb and threatening to soak past my sweatpants and onto the Alpha's lap.

Thorne's teeth sink into me slowly, and a fever spreads down my body, riding my nerves like a highway. Combusting in my sex.

A moan rips through my clenched teeth, just like I feared. But I'm so high on pleasure that I don't fucking care to close my parted lips right now. I leave my mouth wide open–an invitation for the Alpha. He could stuff it with his tongue or his cock and hear no complaints from me. Only more moans.

Why does it burn so sweetly? Why does his bite feel so good?

Thorne's groan is muffled against my skin. He huffs, hot air swirling from his nostrils and down my shirt.

I feel invincible in his arms. So sexy and powerful and yet needy. 

He keeps his teeth deep within me. His body vibrates as he struggles to control himself.

I bite my tongue to keep myself from saying anything stupid because 'fuck me' is at the tip of my tongue. Clinging hard to it, just like Thorne's hands cling to my thighs.

After a minute of pent-up frustration and contemplating the danger, Thorne retracts his teeth and slowly laps at my pierced neck.

I sag against him, in no rush to get off his lap because I know that he'll see the wet spot at the back of my pants once I stand.

A/N: We're close, guys!