Once the initial rush is over, I mind link the pack and promise a pack run when the coming war is over, and we are all safe to run together through woods, meadows, and forests. Howling myself has them joining me and the feeling is indescribable.
Walking into the packhouse, I expect to be taken to the Alpha’s office, but am surprised when we head for a different door. Standing before it, Lyle nods at the door and it’s only then that I see a plaque on the door announcing ‘Fenya Walker, Luna Office.’
“Oh! How did you get that made so fast?” I catch my breath as I reach out and run my fingers over the plaque.
“I had it made after we first met. I did wonder at one point if it was going to be used, though.” Lyle smiles at me.
“Well, I can’t say I blame you for having those thoughts. It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
Opening the door, I’m shocked that it looks quite sterile. There are no personal touches anywhere from the previous luna, Lyle’s mother.
“I know what you’re thinking. My mother said that it would be hard enough trying to step into the Luna position without having to try to step into her shoes, so she wanted the next Luna to feel free to put her own stamp on the office and the role. I think your speech, by the way, was a good start towards that. The pack loved it. You were both vulnerable and forceful at the same time. You left no room for doubt that you were now their Luna, but you also said that you were open to their guidance at times. That was a powerful speech.”
“It wasn’t prepared. It was something I felt needed to be said. Had you not been by my side, I’m not sure I would have had the courage to speak.” Taking his hand, I look into his eyes.
“I think you’re going to surprise us all with how you make the Luna role your own. I’m not in the least worried that when I’m away from the pack you’ll be more than capable of taking the reins and running with them.” Lyle must see the realization in my face that I may have to do that, as he smiles and continues. “I’m not planning on being away from you for any length of time, so you won’t have to worry just yet.” Kissing my forehead without thinking, he must feel me tense, but I don’t pull away, just look down at my feet.
“I’ll get used to it, Lyle. It’s just so alien to me right now. Maybe we can take things a little further later, when we’re alone in your suite?” He must sense my nervousness about intimacy.
“I would like that very much. We have time before we need to go there. I’ll see you in our suite in what, thirty minutes?” Shocked by that time reference, I look up at him in panic. Seeing himsmiling has me hitting him in the chest, then giggling. Giggling? Again?
“I like that sound. It’s musical, I have to say. I’ll try to get you to do that more often.” Laughing softly, he pulls me to him and gently crushes me against his chest. Without a thought, I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him back.
Things begin to get a little more heated when he looks down and I pull his head down so our lips meet. The heat from this kiss rushes through me and warms every part of my body. Some parts heat up far more than others and it ignites feelings I’ve never imagined. Mind linking with Sloane, I instruct her not to let anyone into the Luna’s office until I tell her otherwise. I trust that she will be discreet and not make it obvious.
“Do you think your parents ever ‘did it’ in here?” I whisper to him.
“Did it? What do you mean, did it? OH! That! I don’t think so. They aren’t prudes, but I don’t imagine…”
“Okay, that’s good. If I’m gonna do this for the first time, I want it to be remembered! Take me now, Lyle, before I change my mind and we end up waiting for days or weeks.”
I am so hot and horny, I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m throwing my clothes off like they are on fire. Seeing him undoing his shirt buttons one at a time, I drag the damn shirt over his head and scratch my nails across his upper body as I do so. Small rivulets of blood form from the cuts, and this only makes me worse.
Growling, I throw the remainder of my clothes to the floor and help him get his pants down. Seeing his throbbing manhood, I grab it and guide him to the desk.
As we reach the desk, I feel powerful hands grip my hips and before I can get my butt onto the desk, I’m spun around and bent over it. One of the hands grasps the back of my neck and holds me down. I feel his tip being guided into me by the other, and I am stunned to silence as I’m filled with his manhood.
I don’t give him time to start thrusting into me as I push back hard myself. One hand on my neck and the other firmly in the small of my back, suddenly I am pinned and unable to move. His own thrusting begins and I’m so wet he slams in and out with ease. It can’t be more than a minute before I feel a wave of emotion roll through me and I scream with the intensity.
This only serves to drive Lyle into more of a frenzy as he slams even harder, if that were possible. Feeling his sweat dripping onto my back, I wonder if it gets any better than this. My answer soon emerges as yet another wave begins to build, only this one is beginning from a depth I didn’t know existed.
As it boils toward the surface, I feel my inner muscles gripping the shaft inside me, trying to prevent it from slipping back. I want the feelings it generates as it slips back, but I want it deep inside me the whole time.
This gripping must have an effect on Lyle too, as he begins his own grunting, and it sets off my second scream. This must trigger his own orgasm as I feel him flood me with his seed. His fingers now grip my hips, and hold me as he stays in my deepest reaches, pumping away.
When we both finish shaking from our orgasms, he takes my upper arms, lifts me, and pulls me back against his soaking chest. Wrapping his arms around me, he nuzzles my neck.
“Bite me. Mark me now!” I whisper as I tilt my head, giving him full access to my flesh. Feeling his hot breath as he openshis mouth, I hold back the scream as his teeth make their mark. When it is done, he spins me to face him and with his hands under my butt, he lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist and he gives me access to his neck so I can leave my mark.
“I didn’t know what to expect Lyle Walker, but it was far beyond anything I could have imagined,” I say as I look into his deep, dark eyes. “We need to dress, mate of mine, and then I can let Sloane know it is safe for anyone to enter.” I see him grin at this and a giggle escapes me, yet again.
Dressed and reasonably presentable, I mind link Sloane and she asks permission to enter. I notice a difference in the way the mind link works when she answers and I’ll ask her about it. The pack link at Wolfsong was not noticeably different, as I recall.
There is a knock on the door, and Sloane enters after I call out. “Fenya! I’m sorry. Luna Fenya. You need to be mindful that as Luna, you can now mind link to the pack as a whole and not just individuals, as before. You informed the entire pack not to enter the Luna’s office, not just myself. There was nothing I could do, my Luna. Everyone knows that the mating bond is now complete.”
Looking at Lyle, he just shrugs his shoulders. “It’s not as though it’s a secret, is it? Everyone knows it happens. They know where pups come from. We’ll just look at everyone as though it was the most wonderful thing in the world and keep grinning.”
Taking my hand, we walk through the door, but just as we do, Lyle ruffles my hair and laughs as I glare at him. He comments, “Well, you’re not as shy as you made out.”
