Avenging Luna
Chapter 166: Letting Her Take Control

Chapter 166: Letting Her Take Control

{MATURE CONTENT AHEAD}

Chase POV:

Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin, but I welcomed the sting. She was unraveling, her body grinding against my face as I worked to push her closer to the edge. Her breaths came faster, her voice rising in pitch, and I could feel her thighs trembling on either side of me.

I lifted my gaze to hers, needing to see her expression. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed with pleasure.

"Chase," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

I couldn’t get enough of her. The way she moved, the way she looked, the way she tasted—it was intoxicating. But just as I was about to take her completely, I stopped, lifting my head and meeting her gaze.

Her breath hitched, her eyes searching mine. "Why did you stop?" she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and desperation.

"Because, Leila," I said, my voice rough with restraint, "I want you to know this isn’t just hunger. It’s more than that. You’re more than that to me."

She smiled then, a soft, radiant smile that stole my breath. "I know, Chase. And I trust you."

Her words were all the permission I needed.

As she unbuttoned my shirt with trembling hands, her movements were deliberate, yet filled with an eager urgency that set my veins ablaze. The way her eyes roamed over my bare chest sent a jolt of heat straight through me. I shrugged the fabric off, letting it fall forgotten to the floor. Her fingers immediately moved to the zipper of my pants, her determination catching me off guard.

"Leila," I murmured, half a warning, half a plea, but she didn’t falter.

As she reached for the zipper of my pants, I let out a sharp breath as I helped her push them down, , I didn’t waste a second, hastily pushing them down and freeing my cock. Her eyes widened as she took me in, shock flickering across her face before a blush crept over her cheeks and I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at my lips..

I couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning in to kiss her deeply, my lips curving against hers. "Don’t worry," I whispered against her jaw, my voice a mix of amusement and desire. "It’ll fit."

Her hand found me then, tentative at first, her soft fingers wrapping around me as she explored. I groaned, the sound ripped from deep in my chest as she began to stroke.

Her hand wrapped around me, and I groaned again, my head tipping back as a surge of pleasure coursed through me. "Fuck," I muttered, the word a ragged breath. The way her fingers moved up and down, exploring, teasing, was enough to make me lose my mind.

"Fuck," I hissed again, unable to contain the curse. The sensation was overwhelming, her touch sending shocks of pleasure through me with every movement.

"Leila," I groaned, my voice rough with need, her name spilling from my lips like a prayer. She didn’t stop, her confidence growing as she explored me, her touch a mix of gentle and firm that had me trembling.

She shifted, her movements fluid as she climbed over me, straddling my hips. My breath caught as she settled above me, her eyes locking onto mine. There was a fire there, a fierce determination that made my heart pound in my chest. There was something primal, almost feral, in her gaze, the faint yellow ring in her irises signaling that her wolf was close to the surface. A possessive growl escaped her lips as her hands continued their magic, stroking me with a rhythm that had my hips bucking beneath her.

"Mine," she murmured, her voice low and edged with a growl. The word sent a shiver down my spine, and I realized she wasn’t just speaking for herself—her wolf was claiming me too.

She leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that left me breathless. Her hands, however, never stopped their delicious torture, and I was quickly losing any semblance of control. Her kisses were slow and deliberate, each one a tantalizing tease that left me gasping for more. But when she nibbled at the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, a burst of white-hot desire shot through me.

Then she whispered it again, her voice low and possessive: "Mine."

Her words sent a jolt of something primal through me, but it was her eyes—those glowing yellow rings, her wolf so close to the surface—that had me completely undone.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my neck, and I felt the faintest scrape of her teeth against my skin. My breath hitched, and I tensed beneath her, anticipation coiling tight in my stomach.

"Leila," I rasped, my voice trembling as I fought to keep some shred of composure.

Her lips lingered there, her breaths hot against my neck. And then, with a sharp nip that turned into a bite, she sank her fangs into me. My whole body jolted, an electric current of desire and pain merging into something so intense it was almost too much to bear. "Mine," she growled again against my skin, her voice layered with the dominance of her wolf.

At that exact moment, she sank down onto me, taking me fully inside her. The combination was mind-blowing. My fingers dug into her hips as I gasped, my heart pounding wildly. The warmth, the tightness, the way her body gripped me—it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

"Fuck!" I shouted, my hands gripping her hips as my body arched into hers.

She pulled her fangs free, her tongue flicking over the wound, soothing it as she murmured soft, almost apologetic sounds. But instead of pain, there was only pleasure—a deep, pulsating heat that spread through every nerve in my body. Instead of pain, there was a jolt of electric desire that shot straight to my core, leaving me trembling beneath her.

"Fuck," I groaned, my voice raw.

Leila began to move, rolling her hips in a rhythm that had me gripping her tighter, my fingers digging into her soft skin. She set the pace, slow and deliberate, driving me to the brink with every motion. I was completely at her mercy, her strength and sensuality leaving me helpless to do anything but feel.

She leaned down, her forehead resting against mine, her breath warm against my lips. "You’re mine, Chase," she murmured, her voice soft but unyielding.

I nodded, incapable of forming coherent words as she continued her slow, torturous pace.

"Yours," I managed to choke out, my hands tightening on her waist as I matched her movements, driving us both closer to the edge.

"You’re going to be the death of me," I muttered, unable to hold back the words. She just smiled, her lips curving in a way that was both wicked and loving as she leaned down again to capture my mouth in a searing kiss.

Her pace quickened, her movements becoming more urgent, and I met her thrust for thrust, our bodies perfectly in sync. Every roll of her hips sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, building higher and higher until I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

Her lips found my neck again, kissing and sucking at the mark she’d left as if sealing the bond between us. And as the pleasure overtook me, her name tore from my lips once more, a desperate, worshipful cry that echoed through the room.

With a surge of strength and desire, I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me. Her breath hitched, her hands gripping my shoulders as her eyes met mine, wild and filled with unrestrained passion. I didn’t hesitate—couldn’t hesitate. My hips drove forward, thrusting into her with a deep, steady rhythm that left us both gasping.

"Leila," I groaned, my voice rough and raw. She arched beneath me, her body meeting mine with equal fervor. Her nails dug into my skin, sending a sharp thrill through me that only spurred me on.

I gripped her hips, holding her in place as I moved faster, deeper. The sounds she made—soft cries and breathless gasps—were like a symphony, each note driving me closer to the edge. The way her body clung to mine, hot and tight and utterly perfect, was almost too much to bear.

Her hands slid to my back, her fingers tracing desperate patterns as if anchoring herself to me. "Chase," she moaned, my name a plea and a promise on her lips.

"Let go," I urged, my voice a growl as I leaned down to kiss her, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss that spoke of everything I couldn’t put into words. "I’ve got you."

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer as our rhythm quickened. The pressure built between us, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me. I could feel her tightening around me, her body trembling as she neared her peak.

"Come for me," I demanded, my voice thick with need. I wanted to see her fall apart, to feel her let go with me. And when she did—when her body arched and her cries filled the room—it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed.

The sight, the sound, the feel of her unraveling pushed me over the edge. My movements grew erratic, my breaths ragged as my climax crashed over me like a storm. I groaned her name, my body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure swept through me.

We stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high. Her hands traced lazy patterns along my back, her touch soft and soothing.

I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my thumb gently caressing her cheek. "You’re incredible," I murmured, my voice still hoarse but filled with awe.

She smiled up at me, her eyes soft and full of something that made my chest tighten. Whatever this was between us, it was more than just physical. It was everything.

And I wasn’t letting it go.

I was a wreck , my body trembling with satisfaction, my mind spinning with the reality of what had just happened.