The Luna’s Peak

6

June 18th in the southern sector of our territory in New York…I didn’t remember this area being so big, and so time-consuming, for what I was doing with it.

I half-listened to the recounting of the events that occurred that morning, but the warriors’ retelling was fairly predictable—Dylan noticed two unfamiliar scents, he followed them, and he found the two strangers wandering in the woods. They were cooperative and they stated their names and where they came from…

I finished three assignments. Six to go, and this sector would be finished.

Reid’s agitation was so strong, I could feel it via the Mate-bond. I wasn’t sure whether it was because of me, or because of the warriors, but it didn’t matter.

Naturally, I stood up from my chair to act like I was searching for something tucked away in my bookshelves. As expected, I could feel a certain pair of multicolored eyes watching my every move.

I took my hair down. I let it tumble down my back and I shook out my loose curls with my fingers. I bent slightly at the waist, and pulled out a binder from a shelf, only about halfway before I slid it back in its place.

I returned my desk empty handed. I finally stole a quick glance at Reid. His poker face was just as strong as ever, of course, but the urgency swirling in the depths of his eyes was plain to see, even from across the room. I gave him a slight, coy smile. His brow furrowed.

I finished another assignment, and then I couldn’t help myself. I looked back over at him. I watched him as he c****d his head to the side slightly, staring at Dylan with a frown on his lips. His hands rested on his thighs, one of them holding his phone, still face-down.

I saw an opportunity to push him even further.

I stood up from my chair once again. I crossed the room to squeeze onto the couch next to Dylan, and he, Garth, and Darcy all scooted over to accommodate me. I maintained eye contact with Reid as I adjusted my skirt and crossed one leg over the other. He was still frowning, and I could see the muscles working in his chiseled jaw.

Channing was speaking about the intruders’ explanation as to why they were there. He flashed me a polite smile and said, “I do believe Luna was correct in her belief that they were not here to spy. They were truly unthreatening.”

“I agree,” said Garth.

Darcy and Dylan both nodded in agreement, too.

“Failure to report during your probationary period—” Reid began.

“Happens,” I cut him off, and I knew he’d either overrule me, or I’d receive a physical reminder of our chain of command later.

I hoped for the latter.

“Luna Natalie,” Reid warned lowly, but I ignored him.

“We’ll let you off with a warning, and we’ll extend your probationary period by two weeks,” I continued. “Beta Silas will be in touch with you tomorrow to sign your write-up.”

Dylan exhaled a sigh of relief, and a smile spread across his lips. “Thank you so much, Luna.”

Reid kept his mouth shut, and I noticed a spike in his agitation via the bond. I glanced at him, and his heated gaze was locked on me.

I returned Dylan’s smile, but still, I informed him, “This will be your only warning.” I knew Reid wouldn’t stand for another silly write-up if Dylan failed to report, or made any other mistake, again.

Silas rattled off a reminder of our confidentiality policy—they weren’t to share details of their encounter with the outsiders with anyone.

“If there are no further questions or comments,” Reid said, “you all are dismissed.”

Our warriors all gave respectful farewells and took their leave.

“You, too, Silas,” Reid added.

Surprise flitted across Silas’s features. “Really?”

“Yeah. We’ll finish the report first thing in the morning.” His casual facade felt like an art form. “That took longer than I thought it would.”

Silas smiled. “Don’t have to tell me twice. I’ve got leftovers at home. I’m f*****g starving.”

One of Silas’s few weaknesses was food. The way he gave his hurried goodbye, stood, and hurried to the door, in a rush to get home to his leftovers, was endearing. I watched him go.

But when the door shut behind him, the atmosphere in the room immediately shifted, like a switch flipped.

I looked up at Reid as innocently as I could, my skin prickling with anticipatory goosebumps. He was already looking at me, and he looked irritated. Electricity crackled between us.

“Who do you report to, Natalie?” he asked.

I tried to suppress the giggles that bubbled up inside my throat. “As Luna,” I replied, “myself.”

“Do you think I’ll hesitate to put you in your place?”

“I’ll put you in your place, Reid.”

He stood up, and my giggles continued as he grabbed me, yanking me to my feet and all but dragging me to my desk. He bent me over it without a word. I steadied myself on my elbows, my heart thumping wildly in my chest, as he hastily gathered the fabric of my skirt, draping it over my lower back. Cool air nipped at my exposed flesh and goosebumps rose on my skin again.

He moaned just at the sight of me, a deep, gravelly sound, and a shudder rippled through me. He pushed my legs apart with his thigh, and he ran his fingers over the panels of lace on my ass.

He leaned over me, wrapping one large hand around my throat, forcing me to straighten up a bit, and I squeaked. I clutched at his arm. His arousal was pressed firmly against my backside—he was already hard as a rock. I stretched up on my tiptoes and tilted my hips back, a silent plea for more contact.

“I want to take you home,” he growled into my ear, “but I don’t think you can watch your f*****g mouth long enough to make it there.”

“Seems you need something to take the edge off anyway,” I quipped, and his grip on my throat tightened.

My eyes fluttered closed as he kissed the curve of my neck. I felt his free hand on my ass again. He continued to trail kisses across my skin as he followed the lace over my hip. When his fingers slipped between my legs, I inhaled as sharply as I could.

He exhaled heavily. “So f*****g wet.”

I whimpered in response.

His fingers slid over my slickness, back and forth over my folds, touching me everywhere, till they slipped beneath what little fabric covered my clit. With a groan, his hold on my throat tightened even more, and he buried his face in my hair.

“Reid,” I gasped, “Reid, please.”Much, much too soon, he withdrew his hand from between my legs, but before I could give a breathless protest, he straightened up, and turned me onto my back. I gasped for a full breath of air as soon as he released my throat, my eyes still closed, as I lay flat on my back on my desktop with my knees pulled up.

All within a matter of seconds, I heard him sit down heavily in my chair, and then he grabbed my thighs and pushed my legs apart. I propped myself up on my elbows, chest still heaving, and my body jolted when he licked all the way up my slit, till he came to that little triangle of silk. He paused to rip my panties off of me, without a hint of hesitation, before proceeding to devour me.

My head lolled back and my eyes closed again, as I tangled my fingers in his hair with one hand and a moan escaped me, followed by light, breathy laughter.

Historically, my lingerie lasted longer than just three minutes before he shredded it.

I couldn’t find the will to do anything but lay there and take what he gave me. His hands gripped my thighs, and anytime my legs closed a bit, he forced them back open. I rested my shoes on his shoulders.

He brought me to the brink of orgasm more than once…twice…three times…four, with hard licks directly to my clit, over and over and over again without so much as the slightest pause, only to break his rhythm the same second he noticed my body tense.

He teased me with long, slow strokes with a flat tongue, keeping me tight as a coil but allowing my impending climax to fade. His fingers slipped inside me and curled just so, and I saw stars.

My whole body shook when I thought he might finally let me finish, and I cried out, tears of frustration stinging my eyes, when he pulled back entirely to pepper kisses along the inside of my thigh.

I was nearly panting for release, but I knew he loved this game.

“Reid,” I gasped, “please, please, I-I can’t—”

“You’ll have to beg better than that.”

My feet still on his shoulders, I simultaneously sat upright and pushed him away from me. He let me, and I clambered off my desk and into his lap, my legs trembling. Yet another whimper escaped me at the feeling of his erection pressed against me. He tore my shirt off over my head and cupped my breasts with both hands, lowering his head and leaning into me to trail hot, hungry kisses into my cleavage. He ran his fingers over my exposed skin and used his thumbs to brush over my n*****s through the thin silk as he squeezed. He bit my left breast, just above the hem of my bra, and I inhaled sharply.

When he straightened to get a good look at me, I grabbed his face and kissed him hard. I ground myself against him for the friction I so desperately needed, unbothered by the roughness of his jeans. He chuckled against my lips, a deep, wicked sound, as he took one hand off my waist to reach between us and undo his belt buckle. I jumped at the sound, never failing to excite me as if I wasn’t already so needy and nearly delirious.

I broke our kiss to hurriedly help him finish undoing his pants. With no warning more than a ragged exhalation, he lifted me off of his lap and all but tackled me onto the floor. I squealed with delight but it was cut short when his lips found mine again. He brushed my hair out of my face and I reached down to free his massive c**k. I stroked him just twice, before he grabbed my wrist.

“f**k,” he rasped against my lips, “I’m not gonna last long.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as he exhaled on a low, throaty growl and rolled me over onto all fours.

He hastily shoved the fabric of my skirt out of his way, almost frantically, and he pushed my legs farther apart. I sank forward, my ass in the air for him.

He grabbed my ass, hard, and I felt his mouth on me again first. I jolted and yet another breathless moan escaped me. I might as well have melted into a puddle right there on the floor, my upper body sinking even lower. He ate me like he was starving, greedily and messily. I shimmied my hips, grinding myself harder against his face.

But then he pulled away, and his hands slid onto my hips. He didn’t say a word, he just thrust into me at last. The deeper he went, the more air left my lungs with my breathy vocalizations.

His fingertips dug into my hips and he groaned when he was buried inside me, as deep as he could get. “f**k, Nat.”

He pulled out all the way, and then he plunged back into me, faster than the first time, and then he did it again—he pulled out completely, and then he rammed himself back in. He increased in speed rather quickly, and I gasped and mewled and moaned. My back arched and my toes curled.

He reached around to rub my clit and I crumbled.

I moaned his name when my orgasm finally came crashing over me. f**k, it was worth the wait. The entire world fell away from us. My legs shook and I could feel myself clenching around him. I vaguely registered another gravelly cuss word, through his gritted teeth. He didn’t let up—not with the exquisite pressure he applied to my clit with his fingers, or with his hard thrusts.

I never fully came down from my high before he coaxed another orgasm out of me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me to push up onto my hands, he leaned over me, and bit down on my mark. Light exploded behind my eyelids. I cried out in euphoric ecstasy.

After the second time, he wasn’t far behind me, and him finishing felt merciful. He came with a deliciously ragged grunt and a particularly hard thrust, and then he pulled out of me and came all over my back. He let out a series of impossibly sexy gasps that made me shiver.

I slumped forward, face-down on the rug. c*m dripped down my back. He flopped onto the floor next to me with a heavy thud!, and I turned my head and opened my eyes to look at him, my cheek pressed to the floor. My heart skipped a beat, of course, at his flushed skin and wild curls, his mouth slightly agape.

He ran both hands down his face. “Jesus Christ.”

It occurred to me that he was still fully clothed.

How?

I was still face-down, ass-up. I fell onto my side, and I landed on him. He laughed upon impact and wrapped his arms around my middle. I was limp as a ragdoll.

“You call that putting me in my place?” I taunted, still breathless.

He laughed again, but this time, it sounded downright devious. “We can go all night, if that’s what you need.”

I smiled, and I rolled onto my belly. I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Take me home, Reid.”