Chapter 35

Almara

I had just gotten into bed when Arthur came through the door. He shrugged off his suit jacket without saying a word. I watched him warily. I wasn’t sure what type of mood he was in, but I wasn’t going to bring attention to myself in case it was a bad one.

When he had stripped down to his boxers, he finally turned toward me. There was a storm brewing behind his green eyes and my body went on full alert.

“Did you know?” he asked and I cocked my head. I had no idea what he was talking about and I told him as much.

He strode toward the bed and grabbed the wrist that my new bracelet was on. He shook it in front of my eyes, the charms whipping around wildly.

“Did you know that Dorothea is my grandmother?”

I stared at him in open-mouthed shock. It was the last thing I had expected him to say. It took me a few tries to find my voice.

“What?”

“You didn’t know,” he muttered and relaxed his grip. His shoulders slumped forward and he buried his face into my neck, pressing a kiss into the mark that he’d given me.

I brought up a hand and ran it through his hair, comforting him even though I wasn’t really sure of the reason. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my friend was Arthur’s grandmother.

It also hit me that she had known the entire time who I was engaged to and had not mentioned who she really was the entire visit. The thought hurt my feelings a little bit.

I glanced at the bracelet. Now that I knew that it belonged to the Hurricane Pack’s lunas, I wasn’t sure I could wear it anymore. Everyone would know the significance of it and I definitely didn’t deserve it.

“Should I give this back?” I finally asked and Arthur pulled back, giving me a look that I couldn’t decipher.

“No, it would offend her if you did. She wants you to have it. Wear it proudly. No matter what, you will be the luna of this pack. Even if it’s only temporarily,” Arthur said with a note of finality and I knew there would be no arguing with him. I would just have to accept it.

“You know,” I started contemplatively, “if it hadn’t been for your grandmother we wouldn’t have met.”

He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Your grandmother is the only reason I knew about the cruise. She suggested it when I talked to her about doing something for Robert’s birthday.”

A muscle in Arthur’s jaw ticked. A dark look passed over his face. It didn’t take much for me to piece together what he was thinking.

“You don’t think she was behind the whole thing, do you?” I asked, but the thought was ridiculous. There was no way that she could have. There had been too many moving pieces.

She couldn’t have possibly known that Robert would cheat on me or that I would wander into the wrong room. She didn’t know that Robert would spend all my money and I would be indebted to him. There was just no way.

Arthur shook his head. “Now that you say it out loud, it sounds ridiculous. She was probably just supporting my business.”

I nodded. That seemed logical. If my grandson owned a cruise ship, I would be advertising it as much as possible.

“So, Kaylee tells me that you’ve been a good girl this week,” Arthur said in a low voice and I was suddenly very aware that he was just in his boxers and I was wearing a very thin nightgown.

Heat filled Arthur’s eyes as he cupped my face. My lips parted automatically, ready for the kiss I knew was about to come.

His gaze dropped to my lips and a wicked smile appeared. “Such a good girl.” Then his lips crashed into mine in a bruising kiss.

Our tongues tangled together in an intricate dance that pulled soft moans out of me. I pushed my breasts against his chest, the friction sending little lightning bolts down my body.

Arthur pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him. I could feel his hard length pressing against my center and I ground my hips into him. Arthur growled against my lips, his hands digging into my waist.

“Are you ready for your reward?” he asked, peering up at me through hooded eyes. I nodded enthusiastically, not caring if I looked desperate.

Arthur layed down on his back, hands behind his head. “Your reward is that you can do whatever you want to me. Whatever fantasies you’ve been having, make them come to life. I’m yours.”

My breath caught in my throat. He had been taking such good care of me. And now he was letting me return the favor.

I crawled off his lap and settled myself between his legs. I let claws grow out of my fingertips and carefully ripped through his boxers. Arthur let out a hiss and I glanced up to make sure that he wasn’t angry. However, all I saw was desire.

Now that he was free, I wrapped my lips around the tip. I let my tongue roll around it, tasting the salt and wanting more. I slowly took more of him, letting myself adjust to the size. I was determined to get all the way to the end this time.

When my eyes started watering, I forced myself to take a deep breath through my nose and fought past my gag reflex. In one swift movement, I went down the rest of the way, to the hilt, and was rewarded with a wild cry and his hand fisting in my hair.

I pulled back slowly, letting my teeth graze softly against his skin. Arthur was panting by the time I reached the tip and I took great pride in the knowledge that I was bringing him this pleasure.

I found an easy rhythm, making note of what brought out moans so that I could do it again and again. Arthur was taking great care not to thrust into me but I could tell it was a strain. Sweat was beginning to run down his face.

“Almara, I’m close,” Arthur groaned and I pulled back. I wasn’t ready for him to finish yet. There was still something else I wanted to do.

Arthur watched me with a desperate look in his eyes as I pulled off my nightie and panties. His eyes made burning trails over my body as he soaked me in. I placed myself over him, using my hand to guide him in.

At this angle, the penetration was deeper and wider somehow. I had to slowly lower myself as he stretched my walls. I grit my teeth against the pain, but it was such a delicious burn that I didn’t mind.

Arthur reached down and started to rub tiny circles with his thumb in between my legs. I threw my head back and began to rock against his hand. The added friction helped me sink all the way down.

“Move for me, Almara,” Arthur commanded and I did what I was told. I rolled my hips, crying out as he hit a place deep inside that I didn’t think could be reached. It wasn’t long before the pressure started to build.

“You’re so beautiful,” Arthur murmured, almost reverently, and that was the final straw. My orgasm broke over me and Arthur held me as I spasmed over him. Arthur finally let himself move, thrusting into me three or four times before he followed me in his release.

I collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily as I recovered. His arms immediately wrapped around me, holding me to him. I listened to his heartbeat, the steady rhythm lulling me to sleep. The last thought I had was never wanting this to end.