True Luna by Tessa Lilly

True Luna by Tessa Lilly (Finding My True Mate)

The White Wolf Series Book 3 – BLURB

“Please, f*uck me,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Why so impatient, my little mate?” Logan growled as he placed his hand on my t*high and started lifting my skirt slowly.

It was still too slow for my liking.

“I need you.” I m*oaned.

Logan growled as his hand finally reached my p*ussy.

“F*uck, you are so wet,” he mumbled as he kneeled.

He lifted my skirt higher, and I felt his l*ips on my b*utt. He k*issed it tenderly as he moved my panties to the side. He spread my legs wider and ran a f*inger through my folds.

I m*oaned and squirmed. I needed him. Now.

It’s been four years since Emma and Logan marked each other. Life is going great for both of them, but Logan can’t get over what Samuel said. He is afraid that someone is after his mate. What will happen when rogues start to attack Alpha Drake’s pack? Are those rogues after Emma? What will happen when an unexpected guest shows up at Alpha Logan’s pack and tells an interesting story about the White Wolf? Will Emma and Logan manage to overcome the obstacles that are in front of them? Will they stay together or will destiny break them apart?

Find out the answers in the book 3 of The White Wolf Series.

CHAPTER 97 – Luna BOOK 2 (Emma POV)

Bend over your desk and wait for me. I got a mind-link from my husband. I’m coming over in a second.

My insides tingled, and a small smile spread across my face.

Don’t take your clothes off. He growled. I want the honors.

I didn’t know what I did to deserve this, but I wouldn’t fight it too

much. Sex with my mate was the one thing that always managed to relax me.

I had a tough day. The new kindergarten we were building wasn’t

done. The shipment of the materials was late, and we didn’t know why. The opening kept getting delayed, and it frustrated me so much. Our old kindergarten wasn’t in good shape. The pups deserved better. The parents deserved better.

I squeezed the back of my n*eck, trying to relax myself a little before Logan came over. It was useless, though. I just couldn’t force my tense muscles to relax.

I stood up and did what my mate told me to do. I didn’t take my clothes off, but I did raise my skirt a little higher. I wanted him inside me faster.

A few moments later, I heard my office door open. A l*ustful growl made me even wetter than I already was. I heard the door lock, and the wonderful scent of my mate reached me. I inhaled deeply, enjoying each and every second of it.

“Now that’s a pretty sight.” Logan said as he approached me. “I wanted to take that skirt off of you since you put it on this morning.”

I felt his large hand on my b*utt, and I shivered.

“Please.” I m*oaned, wishing he would just sink into me.

“Please what?” Logan growled as he bent down and k*issed my n*eck.

This wasn’t helping. It only made the ache between my legs worse. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

“Please, f*uck me.” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Why so impatient, my little mate?” Logan growled as he placed his hand on my t*high and started lifting my skirt slowly.

It was still too slow for my linking.

“I need you.” I m*oaned.

Logan growled as his hand finally reached my p*ussy.

“F*uck, you are so wet.” he mumbled as he kneeled.

He lifted my skirt higher, and I felt his l*ips on my b*utt. He k*issed it tenderly as he moved my panties to the side. He spread my legs wider and ran a f*inger through my folds.

I m*oaned and squirmed. I needed him. Now.

I felt his cold tongue as he licked my opening.

“How the f*uck do you taste better each time I do this?” he growled as he stood back up.

I pushed myself back, trying to make him hurry up. I felt his hard d*ick pressing on my b*utt.

“You greedy little thing.” Logan growled as he slapped my b*utt.

I chuckled and pushed again, making him g*roan. He took a step back so he could pull his pants down.

A second later, I felt him push inside me.

I m*oaned, and he grunted.

“F*uck, baby.” he growled as he started pumping in and out of me. “You feel so f*ucking good.”

He placed a hand on my back, pinning me down on the desk. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything except enjoy his thrusts.

And I did enjoy them. I felt my b*dy relax completely. The only thing on my mind was my mate. His hands on my b*dy, his c*ock inside of me, his scent all around me, the sound of his grunts as he f*ucked me at a steady pace.

I was close to my o*rgasm, but I needed more. I needed him to t*ouch me more.

I whimpered, and he understood what I wanted immediately.

He reached down and started rubbing my c*lit.

“Come for me, baby.” Logan growled.

I felt my b*dy heat up. I felt a start of a sweet explosion in my belly. I clenched my fists tightly. My toes curled inside my heels.

Logan’s thrusts became faster and harder. I could feel him tense up. He growled again, and I m*oaned loudly.

The explosion inside me reached its peak. Logan’s t*hrust stopped, and I felt him pulsate inside of me.

“F*uck, Emma.” Logan said, panting hard.

My heart was racing. My breaths were short and fast. I was floating on a cloud, and I enjoyed every second of it.

Logan pulled out of me and adjusted my panties. He moved his hand from my back and pulled my skirt back down.

I stood up and turned around. Logan was staring at me with so much love in his eyes that it made me shiver.

He cupped my cheeks and k*issed me tenderly.

“Did I ever tell you how f*ucking perfect you are?” Logan mumbled as he traced my bottom l*ip with his tongue.

I smiled. He told me that every day.

“You tell me all the time.” I said as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

Logan smiled and k*issed me again. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. His t*ouch was the only thing I needed.

I stopped k*issing him and smiled.

“I need to go clean up.” I said as I placed a small k*iss on his l*ips.

“No.” Logan growled quietly. “You will leave it like that. I want to see my seed on you when we come home tonight.”

Logan k*issed me again, and I tangled my f*ingers into his hair, pulling him closer to me.

Logan picked me up and walked toward the couch in my office. He sat us down, never moving his l*ips from mine

I wanted him again.

Logan stopped k*issing me and smirked. “You will need to wait until we come home for me to f*uck you again, baby.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully.

“Don’t make me bend you over and slap your b*utt again.” Logan said, reaching down and squeezing my b*utt.

“You are not helping.” I whined as I placed a k*iss on his n*eck.

Logan chuckled and k*issed my temple.

“I felt that you were stressed, baby.” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”

I sighed and gave him a small smile.

He really was perfect. He knew what would help me relax. He knew how much I needed him, so he came to me.

He was everything that I needed.