Caroline’s POV
I shuffled through another stack of paperwork at the kitchen table. Being Luna of Storm Valley Pack involved way more administrative work than I’d ever imagined. My laptop showed three new emails from pack mbers requesting assistance with various issues. I sighed and glanced at the clock - barely noon.
Rory stirred restlessly within . "We should go for a run later."
"Maybe," I whispered back, stretching my arms overhead.
Though I’d embraced my role as Luna, part of missed the corporate world. The structured etings, clear deadlines, it had been my elent for years. Now my days revolved around pack ceremonies, dispute diation, and community planning.
Just yesterday, I’d spent hours helping three newly shifted teenagers prepare for their formal adult recognition ceremony.
"You’re doing important work here," I reminded myself, closing my laptop.
The daycare center project consud most of my afternoon. Storm Valley Pack needed proper childcare facilities. I’d been reviewing building plans and safety regulations for weeks.
"Luna Caroline?" A young woman knocked on my door fra. "The contractor has questions about the daycare blueprints."
After resolving yet another construction issue, I flopped onto the couch, exhaustion washing over . Liam was with my parents for the day, giving ti to tackle my Luna duties.
My phone buzzed with a video call from Draven.
"Hi, mommy!" His cheerful voice ca through the phone, along with that irresistible one-finger-on-chin pose I loved.
"Hi, daddy," I replied playfully. "Miss already?"
"Every second.My mate, shall we have dinner tonight? Just you and ."
My heartbeat quickened. "That’s unexpected. Special occasion?"
"Just wanting ti alone with my beautiful wife." His voice deepened possessively.
"I like that idea."
"So that’s a yes?"
"That’s a definite yes." I smiled widely.
"Perfect. See you tonight."
Excitent bubbled through . A night out with my mate, no pack business or parental responsibilities - exactly what we needed.
That evening, Draven took to Golden Petal, an elegant restaurant with ambient lighting and excellent wine. When dessert arrived, he asked the waiter to pack it for takeout and bring the check.
"Taking dessert to go?" I teased, sipping the last of my wine.
"Been too long since we shared chocolate cake in private." His eyes darkened with desire as he took my hand. "I miss that particular tradition."
Instead of driving to the pack house, Draven pulled into the parking garage of his old penthouse apartnt.
I looked at him, surprised.
"I thought this could be our special retreat," he explained, eyes searching mine. "Sowhere just for us, away from pack duties and responsibilities."
"I love that idea." I caressed his cheek tenderly. "This place holds so many mories."
Draven was out of the car before I could blink, opening my door. He swept into his arms and captured my lips in a kiss that promised much more. When we reached the apartnt, he set down only long enough to unlock the door and usher inside.
Once inside, Draven embraced from behind, pushing my hair aside to expose my neck. His lips traveled along my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"My beautiful mate," he murmured against my ear. "You can’t imagine how much I’ve missed feeling your body against mine." He nipped gently at my earlobe. "Wait here."
He disappeared into the kitchen, returning monts later with our chocolate cake on a plate. He settled onto the couch and placed the dessert on the coffee table.
"Luna Caroline," he commanded formally, "please join ."
I walked up to him slowly, heat building with every step. The second I sat down, Draven leaned in and kissed hard, his hand sliding down my side. His fingers pushed under my dress and brushed my thigh, making shiver. He dragged his touch over my panties, and a moan slipped out before I could stop it. Then he hooked his fingers into my panties and yanked them off in one smooth motion, leaving exposed.
He pulled back, moving to the opposite end of the couch with a satisfied smile.
"Rember when I made you work all day without underwear?" His eyes glead with mischief.
"How could I forget, Alpha Draven?" I played along, settling back into the couch.
"I’m bringing it back," Draven smirked, taking a bite of cake before sliding a large white bag toward .
Inside was a box containing various sexy lingerie pieces in different styles and colors.
"Don’t get attached to any of them," he warned, feeding a piece of cake. "I plan to ruin every single pair."
Two could play this ga. I selected a red lace thong with "hot" in tallic letters across the back and rhinestone trim along the sides. I stood deliberately, placing myself on the coffee table before him. Slowly, I slid the panties over first one foot, then the other. When I stood to pull them up my thighs, I noticed Draven’s breathing had changed. His eyes burned with desire, and his arousal was evident beneath his pants.
As I reached to lower my dress, he caught my wrist.
"Not yet," he commanded softly. "Show how they look first."
"Of course, Alpha," I responded, turning slowly to give him the full view before facing him again.
"Perfect," he growled, pulling onto his lap to straddle him.
Draven traced my nipple through the fabric of my dress before giving it a gentle bite. I moaned as heat pooled between my legs, my core pressing against his hardness. Every movent created delicious friction, making desperate for more.
"That day, I didn’t finish what we started," Draven chuckled, his voice husky with desire. "I wanted you to beg, but instead you sat in front of pleasuring yourself, making my cock nearly burst through my pants. But tonight, I’m going to finish what we started, and we’ll do it again and again—we have the whole night!"
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