🔥 Swapped Luna part 22

Previously…

There’s no contempt when I feel the sparks against our connected skin, either.

I am…enjoying his company. And although we’ve got a long way to go, I can sense a shift. Clouds parting to reveal a beautiful full moon among stars.

I don’t dare to get too hopeful. Hope has already failed me one too many times.

But for now…for now, this is nice.

PRESENTLY…

THORNE

The next time I see Victoria, I bring Fang along. I remain in my shifted form. Acknowledging that Victoria feels more comfortable with my wolf form where she has control.

I feel strange, asinine jealousy when she pays more attention to Fang–to my pet–than she does to me. Stroking his fur as he lays on the floor and purrs with his eyes closed.

But I let the bag of fleas enjoy her touch because he saved her life. He deserves the attention.

After a while, I nudge closer, pushing Fang with my snout. Victoria laughs, sensing my ridiculous, jealous energy. The sound is magical. Both Fang and I perk up, staring at her intently. She’s full of life now, her beauty more apparent.

Fang moves aside, recognizing me as his Alpha and obeying.

Victoria scratches my head. Her hands are small against me, getting lost in my fur. I barely feel the pressure she applies against my coat. And yet this is the best feeling in the fucking world.

I was scheduled to meet with Cass half an hour ago to discuss important sanctions that we’re setting against our neighboring pack, but business will have to wait. I am enjoying my mate after missing her for months.

As she laid in a coma, I did research. I found old tales and legends that spoke about body swapping. But as insane as it is, Victoria has proved it all to be true.

There’s turmoil amongst the pack. Some pack members whisper about alleged witchcraft, unable to accept my declaration that Maeve is dead, and so is our bond. They refuse to hear that she was never meant to be mine.

It will take years for them to accept Victoria because nothing of this nature has occurred in our pack’s history. There’s no such chaos in the ruling of past Alphas. But the Moon Goddess knows what she’s doing, and I certainly won’t fucking question her.

Not when she blessed me with Victoria.

I was never going to be happy with Maeve, and pack members were never going to respect her after she tainted her reputation.

Nevertheless, I will protect Victoria from the rumors and criticism. She won’t ever hear a tongue angrily lash her name.

“You know, I think I’ve got enough energy to return to the kitchen,” Victoria says.

My stomach growls in response, and she slips a hand to my belly to stroke it. Not making the mistake of getting close to my cock, which she has learned is rebellious in both of my forms.

“I want to bake again.”

I simply nod my giant head. She could ask me if she could burn down the fucking house, and I’d have no complaints.

“And I want free range to walk around. Eventually, I want to start jogging and working out. Improve my health. I got a new chance at life and can’t waste it.”

Again, I nod.

“And eventually…I want to travel. See what is out there.”

This is what makes me hesitate. Because I am only the Alpha of one pack. I don’t have reign over the fucking continent, and there is plenty of danger in every corner of this world.

“I really…I really don’t think that I can ever love a man who keeps me as his prisoner. I need you to know that.”

I know this. I don’t expect anything less.

“And the truth is that you wouldn’t have let me return home to Europe even if the cancer had fully healed and I didn’t need to be beside you anymore, right?”

That is where she’s wrong.

I lift my head, shifting to my human form. I remain kneeling before her. My face is expressionless as I reach to grab her hands.

“Is that what you truly want?”

“I want…” she licks her lips. “The option. The freedom.”

“Then you can go.”

She looks stunned and then confused. Staring at me like she doesn’t believe me. Like it’s a trick.

“So that’s it? You would have just let me walk out?”

“Well, that’s the caveat. I would go with you. If you asked me to, I would abandon everything. My title, my legacy, and I would follow you. I would take you anywhere, protect you.”

I came to this realization while she was in a coma for months. So far away from me. I prayed to the moon and swore I wouldn’t screw up again, and I will uphold that promise.

Victoria looks devastated. “We both know that wouldn’t happen,” she mutters.

“Try me.”

Alpha Octavius chose to do the same. He was ready to abandon his title to search the world for his mate, only for the Moon Goddess to reveal the Luna at the last minute.

On the other hand, Alpha Leander failed to choose his Luna over his ambitions, and it cost him his mate. Millie left him for a second time and has yet to be found. I will not be as foolish.

“You come first,” I remind her. “This pack and its luxuries and comforts were given to me by my forefathers. But you? You were given to me by my goddess. And I will choose you every time.”

I reach for her, collecting her in my arms. And although she’s stiff, she doesn’t resist my pull.

I inhale her scent as I hold her on my lap, my tongue heavy with all I want to tell her. But I bite it, refusing to overwhelm her like I did last time.

Victoria shifts on my lap, and the tender moment catches fire when my cock stirs, right on schedule. Instantly, I decide it’s time to go because I don’t want Victoria to feel intimidated.

“I will let you rest now,” I say while glancing at Fang, who lies down and watches us closely. “I’ll have the kitchen prepared to receive you. You may use it whenever you wish.”

“Okay,” she whispers, lowering her gaze.

I rise and whistle for Fang, who jumps to my side.

“See you tomorrow,” whispers Victoria.

I freeze, warmth spreading in my chest, because I realize this is the first time that she has invited me to return. Other than opening the door for me whenever I came knocking, she never welcomed me.

“I will be here,” I reply, my voice thick with emotion and my knees weak. I want to drop to the fucking floor and beg her to look at me in the eyes and smile. But she doesn’t want to hear my pathetic begs. She doesn’t want or need any of the pressure.

I leave the bedroom and gently close the door behind me. Fang follows me as I walk down the halls, naked as the day I was born.

Heads lower as I walk past, but I don’t miss the subtle glances at my erection.

Once outside, Fang runs off to the woods. 

I head for the lake, where I spent countless hours while Victoria was in a coma, pacing and praying. I reminisce on the moments we spent here. The joking and bonding. The kiss.

My cock stirs, and I glance at it. It’s painfully erect, and my swollen balls hang underneath.

I grip my length, my thumb tracing the stark veins on the skin. I press down, stroking the marks, feeling myself enlarge in my fist, throbbing, and heating.

I fantasize about my kiss with Victoria. That warm, beautiful day when I grabbed her and claimed her lips right here.

I stroke my cock harder, punishingly, as I regret that I only gave her a peck. Wishing I had curled my tongue around hers, tasting her. Swallowing her soft moans down to my stomach and balls, which boil the cum I would inseminate her with.

I wish I would have given her a preview of what my tongue can do to the rest of her body. How tightly it could curl between her legs.

I grunt as I jerk my cock with desperate wanton. Squeezing and tugging, miserably milking the lust out of my hard length. 

My body aches with a burn that I don’t feel even after hours of exercise. My teeth and balls ache for Victoria. I want her so fucking badly. Her soft femininity, her beauty and grace, and that small flame that burns in her–one I haven’t seen in a while. And I fear it’s because I suffocated it.

I grit my teeth in anger and frustration as I beat myself. Offering a pathetic bout of pleasure that doesn’t begin to compare to what I would feel inside Victoria.

I could be in heaven right now, fucking her in this lake, squeezing her heavy breasts and the fat in her ass and thighs. Worshiping how different she is from the women in this pack–not muscular, but soft and perfect for my hands to knead.

But I messed everything up. And so now, all I’ve got to fuck is my calloused, angry hand. It’s all I deserve.

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.

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