Chapter 103

I am going to read this chapter, but I am not going to enjoy it. Yes. That is exactly what is going to happen. I can pretend it’s like research. After all, I have never had sex, so it makes sense to want to be prepared for someday.

Although the title of the chapter sounds absolutely ridiculous. Like the Alpha would be a wild animal and the Luna would simply have to hold on while…

I suddenly feel very hot. Okay. Well. Maybe there is something to that.

I take a deep breath to prepare myself for what I’m about to read. Then I let my eyes fall across the page.

At first, it is as ridiculous as I had originally presumed. The Luna is already writhing wildly on the bed, her back arched. Her alpha lover has his face buried between her thighs.

The Luna is screaming herself hoarse, her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her.

I want to say that she is overreacting, but I know better. This particular act, I have felt before myself. Her reaction is definitely warranted.

The alpha tastes her like he can’t get enough.

I don’t want to get off on this, but… Neil was relentless when he had his tongue on me too. God, just thinking about it made my panties wet.

But, no. I didn’t start reading this just to get off on oral. I flip a few pages ahead.

I land on a paragraph where the Alpha is lining up his ‘throbbing member’ with her ‘soft, pliant folds.’ His eyes are red and wild. He’s not shifting, but the animal is close to the surface.

“I can’t hold back,” he warns.

The Luna nods. “I trust you…” She’s frightened. From the description, it sounds like this guy is packing a truck between his thighs.

He lines it up and shoves it all inside of her in one go.

It’s too much for her. Her eyes squeeze shut. There’s a sharp pressure and an overwhelming pain.

My libido ebbs. This… does not sound appealing. But people must enjoy this. It can’t be painful all the time.

That girl Archer fucked didn’t seem to be uncomfortable.

I continued reading.

The Alpha doesn’t wait for his Luna to recover, the absolute asshole.

“I can’t… stop…!”

Though quickly, the Luna’s grunts of pains start to become moans as she adjusts to his presence. It even starts to feel good for her, as his large dick hits the pleasure point inside of her, making her scream.

The screams drive him into a frenzy, and he fucks into her so hard, the bedposts break holes into the walls. The girl’s tits bounce in a frankly unrealistic way, slapping up and down her chest. The Alpha somehow bends down and takes one of her nipples into her mouth.

Then, all at once, he flips her onto her front, pulls her back onto her knees, and absolutely plows into her. He’s gripping her hard around her waist, and using his arm muscles to bounce her on his dick.

The girl’s moving like a ragdoll, so blissed out she can’t think straight, let alone move.

“Mine!” the Alpha growls. He’s beyond words too, full on animal.

I lower the book.

“I’ve brought out Neil’s Alpha before. I’ve pushed him to the edge where he pinned me, dominated me. I wondered if I could bring him to an edge like this. To a point where all he could think about was being inside of me, fucking me raw, and wanting to claim me.

The thought makes my mouth water. If Neil uses his Alpha strength to bounce me on his large dick. If it stretches me and hits me in that bundle of nerves…

Would I lose myself too?

Gods, I want to try.

I immediate hate myself so much for the thought that I throw the book across the room in frustration.

I have to stop thinking about Neil like this. He is totally off-limits. All the brothers are.

In fact, it’s only because of my rampant horniness for them that Neil is even in this mess to begin with. Now he’s going to marry Angela, and they are going to be perfectly miserable with each other. I just don’t fit in that picture at all.

Those thoughts – that guilt – immediately kills my libido.

I feel so bad that I can’t even continue resting there comfortable. I have to find Neil. I have to apologize again for the mess I made. Maybe this time, I might actually forgive myself.

Doubtful.

I climb out of bed and, after grabbing the baby monitor, start down the hallway toward Neil’s room. Once I’m there, I hesitate. It is late by now, and though I can see his light on under his doorway, he might have fallen asleep at his desk or something.

I should really turn around, head back to my room, and try to salvage something of my evening, even if I have to read more of that terrible book.

I nearly do. I’m half-swiveled away from the door when I hear a grunt from within.

It’s deep, but angry. Definitely Neil.

I inch closer to the door, and I hear it a second time. Another grunt, louder. Almost like he’s in pain.

Gods damn it. Last thing I need is for this asshole to be hurt on top of everything else. That would probably be my fault too somehow, especially if I walk away now and leave him to his own devices.

Why didn’t you help him? Someone would likely ask in the morning. If you had helped him, he’d still be alive…

Okay, well, his grunts didn’t sound desperate enough to be life-threatening.

But I couldn’t just abandon him if he was hurt.

Gods fucking damn it.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I grip the handle of the door, shove it open, and rush inside.

What I see startles me enough to punch the breath from my lungs.

Neil isn’t in pain.

He’s naked on his bed, his head thrown back on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut.

His hand is on his naked, rock-hard dick, striping it up and down at a blurry pace.

“Fuck,” he says, breathless. “Fuck, Chloe, yes. Like that. Just like that.”

He grunts again and yeah, that’s the same sound I heard from outside the door.

It is angry, like he resents his own body’s reaction to thoughts of… well, me, apparently.

I’m not sure if I should be flattered or upset.

But I am turned on so hot and fast, I might catch fire. Like, I went from 0 to 100 in the blink of an eye.

Fuck that book. This is the stuff true wet dreams are made of.

My panties are damp before I realize that maybe I should be embarrassed. Maybe I should step out of this room before I’m noticed and pretend I didn’t see anything.

Neil and I are supposed to keep our distance. If he opens his eyes and sees me, he’s going to be furious.

I need to get out of here. I need to stop staring at his smoking hot body with the dusting of chest hair that leads down to the thicker patch at the base of his dick.

And that dick.

Gods.

I swallow hard.

Too late, I notice Neil has opened his eyes. He’s watching me.

He’s still moving his hand.